Imagines

imagine clay jensen

what is it about the shy boys. maybe it's the fact that their smiles are always worth a thousand words. maybe it's the fact that they don't open up to many.
clay jensen and you have no classes together, but you still manage to keep and eye on him. during lunch, he sits outside against a tree, away from everyone else.
alone.
today will be different, or so you hope. in your mind, you have the idea to walk over and sit next to him. the lunch ladies give you your tray of food and you walk outside, but he's not there. he's not against the tree where he always is.
maybe today isn't the day.
but the second you turn around, your lunch ends up all over someone's chest.
"oh my gosh I am sooo sorry." you immediately reach for the tray, and try to clean the stuff off but you see that you have spilt your lunch on none other than Bryce Walker.
"damn it," he hisses as he wipes the mashed potatoes and strawberry juice off his shirt. he flicks it right into your hair and everyone begins to laugh. then they all pitch it, grabbing pieces of food and throwing them at you.
you suddenly can't see because the amount of food being thrown at you is insane. you hear some words being thrown around and the food fight stops but you can't see or hear over all the mashed potatoes in your ears and eyes.
a firm loving grip appears around your arms and they pick you up. you trust the arms for they are your only eyes. the hands take you down the hallways and you trip over a couple of things but those arms are always there to catch you.
after what seems like forever, you enter a room and then the hands wrap around your waist. off the ground you go, and straight onto a counter top.
the rough texter of a paper towel finds your eyes and wipes away the mess of food on top of your eyes.
next, your ears, then your hair. you don't open your eyes until you truly believe all the food is mostly gone.
"thank you," you croak out. one last time, you wipe your eyes and then open them.
"no problemo," he says.
mr. jensen just saved you. he stands before you in the girls bathroom ready to clean you 110%.
"you didn't have to." you say.
"I know, but I chose to." he smiles and then hands you a new paper towel.
"no one deserves to be treated that way. especially if you accidentally did it." you continue to slowly wipe away the food, but you and clay just sit there and talk about your lives. he truly listens to everything you say and you do the same for him.
never have you felt closer.
"okay, Y/N," he says throwing away all the extra paper towels, "if you need me call me."
"I need your number first Romeo."
he chuckles and then gives it to you.
"text me."

later that evening 💫:

Clay Jensen
you: hey, thanks for saving me earlier.
clay: if I have to, I'll do it again and again.
you: thank you.
clay: anytime. wrud?
you: texting you.
clay: are you busy.
you: if you count me texting you as busy then yes. other than that, no.
you: meet me on the mountain top in 10.

you immediately jump up and slide on some shorts as well as a pair of shoes and a hoodie. you get into your car and drive all the way to the mountain where clay awaits your arrival.
"hey Y/N," he says as you get out.
"hey clay," you close your door and walk over to him. his bike and helmet are laying a few feet from you and him.
"the view is beautiful," he says. you look out upon the city and just gather all the beauty you can.
"yeah, it is pretty,"
"not the city Y/N," you look back at him and see his smile.
"wait, me?"
"of course, Y/N."
"oh my gosh no."
"oh my gosh yes."
you both laugh for a minute with your hands in his. the space between you quickly begins to bother the two of you.
clay leans in then you do.
you want to kiss and so does he but you both pull away.
"um...I'll see you tomorrow jenny," you say joking about his last name.
"ahhh, ha ha ha, funny."

next day at school ☀️

you walk over and grab your tray, then head for the salad bar. a loud crash echoes across the lunch room and a hush falls over the crowd. you see clay jensen and Bryce Walker standing at the door. clay's lunch is in the floor and some of it is on Bryce's shoes.
"lick it jensen," Bryce says.
you leave your tray at the salad bar and run over to the scene. you grab clay's arm and then look at Bryce.
"lick it yourself you gay rapist."
everyone laughs and then you and clay run off. you run out the school doors and run for the mountain.
"why did you do that?" he asks looking you up and down with a smile.
"because," you begin, "no one deserves to be treated like that."