IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

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by 13reasonswhyimagines

"Y/N!" You heard a deep voice call causing you to turn around to see none other than Zach Dempsey.

"I've been looking everywhere for you. I was wondering if you wanted to go to my party tonight." He said sounding vaguely nervous. You couldn't help but be shocked by the invite; you had only talked to him a handful of times, most of them about school. That and the fact that he had your number from a group assignment a week ago, and he could've just texted you.

"Uh yeah maybe. I'm going to be late for Physics but just text me the details." You responded before racing off to class.

You spent the rest of the day wondering whether you should actually go and trying to figure out why he even invited you. You never were the party type, you didn't hang out with any of his crowd, and you weren't even remotely popular. Yet the minute you got home you were riffling through your closet trying to figure out what you could wear. Giving up you settled on a pair of distressed jeans and a lower cut shirt than you would usually wear, curled your hair, and decided not the change the makeup you wore to school in fear of looking like you were trying too hard.

Once you deemed it late enough you drove to the party trying to push away your nerves; it was just a high school party, so you knew you shouldn't be nervous. Zach most likely didn't mean anything by inviting you. He was just being polite. That's all it was. When you pulled up to the house you were even more nervous; the house was surrounded by cars and you could hear music from nearly a block away. You found a parking spot and made your way to the door trying to keep your cool as best as possible. The door was wide open and you could see a crowd of people inside so you made your way in and to the kitchen where you made a weird concoction of bear and soda, mostly just soda.

"You made it." Zach said walking into the kitchen behind you, having to speak extra loudly over the music. He leaned against the counter watching you as you poured your drink.

"Figured I better do the high school party thing sometime." You only half joked while smiling up at him.

"Trust me you don't miss much by not going," he paused, "but I have to say I'm glad you're here."

You didn't have time to wonder what he meant and decided not to worry about thinking so much, "Surprisingly, I am too."

"You know I don't think I've ever had this long of a conversation with you that wasn't about school." He admitted.

"Oh yeah? How's this new experience treating you?" You asked taking a sip of your drink.

"Well, let's just say I've hoping this happens a lot more often." He responded then paused for a few seconds, "you should stay tonight. I want to get to know you."

Your face went cold, you knew exactly what 'get to know you' meant in the mind of a teenage boy, "No, I'm going to go outside. It's too loud in here."

You tried to talk past him but his voice stopped you, "Wait Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. Please just stay, and I promise I won't try anything. I really just want to actually talk to you and get to know you."

With most guys you wouldn't believe them but the sad puppy look on his face stopped you. When Justin walked into the kitchen Zach stopped him.

"Hey, get everyone out of here." He told Justin in a stern face.

"What? Dude it just started." He said rolling his eyes at his friend.

"Just tell them someone called the cops. Get everyone out of here now. Look I'll owe you one." Zach responded begging his friend who sighed and walked back out to the party. You could hear him yelling about the cops and how everyone needed to leave.

"Why did you do that?" You asked looking up at him.

"This way we can watch movies or something in the living room." He paused and rubbed the back of his neck, "I know if I brought you upstairs to my room you'd be uncomfortable and think I'm trying something."

You smiled at him, finally believing he was sincere, "Okay, I'll stay."