John Murphy | Imagines & Preferences

Imagine // Wanna Bet? - Part Three.

That night Murphy lay inside his bed in the dormitory and stared at the ceiling. He was wide awake.

Murphy had thought that this bet would be done in about a day. That she'd be boring, and yeah, to be honest, kind of desperate. After all, the boys didn't exactly wait in line to date her.

He thought she'd be book-smart but nothing else. He had thought, she'd be shy and steerable. He had thought that she'd make an easy way to earn some money.

He had never been so wrong.

Murphy was far from saying that he'd have a crush on her. But she had surprised him in so many ways, that he couldn't stop thinking about her and that stupid bet.

He sighed and rolled over onto his side. She had offered him help. Just like this. Without any kind of commitment or any kind of benefit for her.

Murphy furled his brows and exhaled sharply. That couldn't be.

No-one did anything for him, without wanting something in return. The last time anybody had actually done something for him...

Frustrated he groaned, ignoring Mbege who told him to shut up, and tried to clear his head from these annoying thoughts, so he could finally fall asleep.

"You're late. Again", (y/n) scolded, without even turning around to him. Murphy just shrugged and pulled the chair out next to her at the head of the table. "Hey, I showed up. That's something."

(Y/n) still didn't look up from her files, and scribbled a little note next to an already highlighted text. "Hey, it's you who needs the extra work, not me."

It was silent for a second, (y/n) writing on her notes while Murphy leant back in his chair and watched her. "You know, we always just do what you want. Let's do for once what I want."

Finally she looked up from her notes, her eyebrow raised. "The next lecture is in twenty minutes."

He shrugged. "I know."

"We're in the library and around us is nothing than university campus."

"I know."

"There is nothing that we could do in twenty minutes. That you would consider fun."

He smirked. "I know."

He watched her, as the frown on her face turned into understanding, and right back into a frown. She placed her pen on the table and sighed. "You're suggesting cutting the lecture."

He didn't answer. Instead he just smirked, and took her pen, twirling it lazily around his fingers.

"John, I thought I had a good influence on you, and now that?"

The pen nearly fell out of his hands, when she said his name. He still wasn't used to it. No one had called him by his first name in almost three years, and now she did. But even though he knew he shouldn't, he liked it when she called him 'John'.
He began twirling the pen again, and looked back up to her.

"It's always about you. What about my feelings?" He stopped the pen and placed his hand over his heart in mock hurt.

(Y/n) watched him for a moment, and he noticed that her eyebrow was slightly twitching. "You have feelings?", she asked back, but it was accompanied by a tiny smile, the sign for him, that she was just teasing him.