The Martinez Twins Imagines!

Bullied- Emilio {1}

You hated high school. It sucked. Mostly because you got bullied and picked on almost everyday. But yesterday something happened. The new guy in school who managed to get a lot of friends in just a few weeks, Emilio Martinez, decided to help you. You didn't know why. It was probably the first and last time anyone helped you. This is what happened. You were walking as fast as possible to your locker when obviously, a guy named Jacob bumped into you. "Watch out, slut" He said. You tried to walk ahead but he stopped you. "What's wrong? You scared of me?" He asked, sarcastically as everyone stood around you. "I just want to go to my locker" You said. "To put your books away?" He asked as you nodded. "I'll help you with that" He just swept all your books from your hands. The rest of the people surrounding you went back to what they were doing as they laughed. You tried to contain your tears as you crouched to pick your books up. "Let me help you" A guy said. You looked up and saw Emilio. He also crouched and helped you pick your books up. "Thank you" Both of you got up. "No problem. You okay?" He asked. "Stop playing around" You started. "You don't have to act like you care" Then, you finally could walk to your locker. Emilio stared at you as you walked away. Thank God today was Saturday. You didn't have to go through the embarrassment. It was the morning and you were just sitting on your bed, thinking about what you were going to do if the bullying goes on. Suddenly, you got a notification from Facebook. You realized it was Emilio. He sent you a friend request. Wonder if Jacob dared him to do this. You thought. You accepted it and you thought you would regret it. But surprisingly, you didn't.
Emilio: Hey, Y/N!
You: If Jacob dared you to friend me and make fun of me, please just get it over with.
Emilio: No, no. I thought maybe we could hang out, you know, be friends. 
You: Quit the act.
Emilio: Y/N, I really want to hang out with you. I hate seeing other people hurt you. I thought you could use a friend. Please let's just try.
You: Fine but I swear to God, if you're laughing about me right now with your friends, we're never talking again.
Emilio: Yes, yes! Thanks for trusting me! Let's go to the park later, okay? 
You: Okay.
You didn't know why you were trusting Emilio, but you felt a sense of comfort with him. So after lunch, you started getting ready to meet Emilio, You wore a summery dress, since it was almost spring break and curled your hair and soon left. You waited for Emilio for 10 minutes on a bench and started to think he wasn't going to come. But then you saw him as he ran a hand through his hair. "Hey!" He said and hugged you. Your eyes widened. It was rare that someone hugged you. But you hugged him back. Soon, both of you let go and sat back down. "So what's the deal?" You asked. "There's no deal" "Come on, Emilio. To the rest of the school I'm the ugly, shy slut. What's different with you?" "You're not ugly, you're beautiful and you are definitely not a slut. You are shy though" He said and you both chuckled. "Thanks. You;'re not so bad yourself, friend" You winked. He smiled. "I like you Y/N" He said and you looked at him. "That's cute. I like you too, then. As a friend" You replied. Suddenly, he got up and put his hand out for you. "Let's get ice cream" He said. "Sure" You took his hand and you both went to get ice cream at the van. You both ate it together as you had almost an hour of laughs and talking. You never thought you could actually make a really good friend. Possibly even a best friend. Emilio walked you home at around 4 PM. "Thanks for walking me home" You said. "No problem" He smiled and so did you. "I'll see you Monday" You said and almost walked off before Emilio grabbed your hand. He kissed your forehead and you were surprised. He let go off you and you went into your house. Emilio stared at you again, lovingly. You closed your door and and closed your eyes, happily as you let out a breath. You never thought you could get a friend you can trust, let alone someone who could possibly become your boyfriend.