Why Don't We imagines

Jack - 7

A/N: there is a song in here that alternates a person each line, so instead of quotations, I'm going to use certain things:

Jack singing
You singing
Both singing
— Opposites attract —

November 

" Hey! Watch it, asshole!" You shout at the curly headed boy that had bumped into you.

" You watch where you're going, pugface!" He retorted.

You huff and stomp off; flipping the bird at him. You hated Jack Avery. Jack was the stereotypical jock. At your school, Lacrosse was the big sport and of course, he was the captain. He was the High School dream boat every girl drooled over and he knew it too. He strutted around with this arrogant smarm and a permanent smirk on his face. As is he couldn't be even more of a heart throb, he was also in a band! And, your stepbrother, Jonah, was a part of it. Jonah, Jack, Corbyn Besson, Zach Herron, and Daniel Seavey were the most famous high schoolers in the building. Everybody loved their music. Except you.

      You could put up with Corbyn, Zach, and Daniel ( of course Jonah too), but for as long as you could remember, you had hated Jack Avery.

    He and Jonah had been best friends since you and Jonah were four. You still could remember the first day you ever met him.

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    The sun shined brightly down in you as you whooped and giggles while swinging. Your mother and stepfather had set up a little wooden swing in the old tree in the front of your house. You loved swinging, and it was the perfect day to swing.

    " Hey! You!" Someone shouts.

    You look to your right and see a boy you've never saw before. You jump off the swing and walk over to him. You cross your arms over your chest; something about him seemed off.

    " Who are you?" You demanded.

    " I'm Jack." He greets.

   " Y/N." You reply.

   " That's a funny name."

   " Well Jack is a stupid name."

    " You're stupid."

     " No, you are!" You stomp your foot with a huff. You give him the best menacing glare you could. He glares back.

    The front door suddenly squeaks and the death match ends as both of you shift around to see Jonah running, wildly flailing his arms, towards you two.

     " Y/N! I see you've met Jack. He's my new best friend." Jonah grins.

     " Yes. I have." You say unimpressed. You guys might be four, but you both were very smart and mature for the age.

    " Well, good! Cause he's going to be around a lot more!" Jonah turns his back to the two of you as he walks to the door.

    You throw a glare at Jack, he smirks, so you stick your tongue out. He does a smirk which makes you roll your eyes in annoyance. You stomp on his foot and sigh happily at his help of pain.

   Jonah whips around. " What happens Jack?"

     " Nothing! I just hit my foot." He lied.

   He follows Jonah - not before giving you a glare- and leaves you to your own thoughts. You kick a rock sadly. Jack Avery had officially ruined your perfect day.

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    You never forgot that day, and as you grabbed you history book out of your locker, your resentment for him grows.