Crush Imagines

4.

(So this one is kinda crappy, but whatever. Don't judge)
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Y/n: your name
C/n: crush's name
R/g/n: Random guys name
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You were currently sitting with c/n in the nurses office, he was tending to your wounds from what had happened earlier today. The nurse wasn't there so he had dragged you to her office so he could fix up.

You were propped up on the counter, and he  was standing in between your legs, bandaging your knuckles.

"You know you don't have to do this, right?" You told him.

"I know. But what you did was so friggin' badass, and I want to help you."  Said c/n.

What did you do, you ask. Well, let me tell you.

*flashback to thirty minutes earlier brought to you buy Jack Avery's amazing face*

You were at school, walking down the empty hall all by yourself to your second period classroom, when you felt someone roughly grab your wrist and slam you against the wall. You saw that it was r/g/n, and as soon as your back was to the wall, he had started groping you, and roughly kissing you along your neck, down your chest.

"Get the fuck off of me!" You yelled, pushing him away.

"Or what, princess?" He said, roughly grabbing your ass, resuming kissing you.

"Hey! She said get off, jackass." Said c/n popping up out of nowhere, shoving r/g/n away from you, and gettting ready to swing his fist when you put your hand on his shoulder.

"I got this." You said, stepping in front of him.

"See. She wants more." Smirked r/g/n.

"Mmhmm." You said sarcastically, but r/g/n didn't catch the sarcasm, so he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Having had enough, you brought your knee up hard, kneeing him in the crown jewls, and then when he doubled over you socked him across the face, scarring your knuckles.

He got dowon on the floor, one hand clutching his jaw, and the other clutching the area where the sun don't shine.

"I said don't fucking touch me." You spat in his face, leaning over him.

You turned around to where c/n was watching you with his mouth slightly agape, and you let out a silent scream, shaking your hand out. This was the first time you had ever punched a guy, so you were pretty sure you threw your fist the wrong way, hence your knuckles hurting.

"Are you okay?" C/n asked, rushing over your side.

"I'm pretty sure I just broke my hand but I can't really feel it because of the adrenaline because that was fucking awesome." You rambled.

"C'mon, let me take you to the nurse." He said, grabbing your non-injured hand.

*time skip back to the present brought to you by Jonah Marias's perfect self*

"Yeah, that was badass wasn't it." You laughed.

"Definitely. I'm glad you don't take crap from anyone."

"Hey, I don't have a Prince Charming who's always gonna be there, so a girls gotta do what she's gotta do." You chuckled.

"I could be your Prince Charming." C/n said, more to himself than to you.

"I'd like that." You said under your breath, a small smile forming in your lips as you lifted his chin so he would look at you.

"Yeah?" He said, bringing his free hand to your face, gently cupping your cheek.

"Yeah." You breathed, leaning into his touch.