Why Don't We Imagines

School

"Babeeee....babieeee....babe...y/n babyyy....answer me" Zach says messing with your hair.

"Zach stop" you say pulling his hand away

"Babe you're no fun anymore, are you on your period" he laughs playing with your hair again

"No" you glare "I have a 500 word essay handwritten and it needs to be in by tomorrow, I'm on word 200, it was your fault I got this stupid essay anyways" you roll our eyes and carry on writing

"Oh, yeah" he smiles "that was funny"

"No...I got this stupid essay and 4....4 after school detentions" you say turning a page

"The detentions were your fault, you didn't have to throw a book at the girl and then punch her" he says pulling hair away from the back of your neck

"It was all your fault. You came into school pretending you didn't know anyone. And she started to fucking flirt with you. And then kissed you on the cheek, but then ended on the lips because you moved your face " you say looking up words in a dictionary

"You told me not to tell anyone that we were dating" he says attempting to braid your hair

"No...I told you to not tell my Step Dad that we're dating, he would literally kill me if he found out I was dating his step sons best friends brother" you say looking at your watch

"Daniels always been the favorite child" he says pulling you closer to him so it's more comfortable for you and him

"Yeah well, he is like a saint, whereas, I'm a devil" you say changing the ink in a pen

"Your an angel to me" he kisses your cheek

"Okay, now stop being annoying, I need to finish this" you say leaning against his body.

You were between his legs writing the essay.

"Just don't go in tomorrow, stay with me" he says messing with your hair again

"As much as I would love to, If I don't hand this is tomorrow, I have another detention after school, I'd rather much not have another detention" you say

"Anyways, I'm going back to your school tomorrow" he says

You turn your head to face him raising one eyebrow "why"

"Because your teacher wants a guitar coach and I offered to help, who's doing the guitars anyways" he says

"I am....that bitch is....and some other girl, there's no boys, is she flirts with you again I will literally slap her with the guitar" you say turning back around

"I should just make it clear your mine then shouldn't I" he smirks moving a piece of hair out your face

"Zach" you moan quietly as he kisses your soft spot leaving a mark.

"There" he finished with a kiss on the cheek and went back to playing with your hair

You get his phone that was laying beside him and opened the camera

"My mom is gonna kill me I she sees this" you say putting the phone down

"Don't worry, I'll just tell her I did it" he winks

You look at him biting your inner lip and turn to finish your essay.

*1 hour later*

"I finished" you say writing the last word

"Finally" he takes the booklet off you and places it under the bed.

"Can we sleep now" he asks getting under the covers