Imagines and Preferences | Kris Kostov

♡ bad boy, or not? ♡

Word count: 818

Third person pov.

Today wasn't your day.
You didn't hear my alarm clock, your period came early, your dog made a mess and you were late to two classes.

Your parents were mad at you without a reason and you missed the bus and a car drove through a puddle and got you wet.

In the afternoon you sat in the library of your school for studying.

You enjoyed the quietness until Kristian and his stupid friend, Max or something like that (Misha duh) came and were being loud.

Kristian is an A+ student. He is the flirt and class clown. Every teacher's favourite and every girl wants him.

Except you.

He was laughing and talking loudly so his friend did.

You were at this point where it was to much for you.

"Can you guys please just shut up? This is a silent floor. Shut up or I'll have to make you and then all of us get kicked out."

"Yea sorry" Kristian mumbled.

It wasn't 5 minutes until they started being loud again.

You tried your best not to pay attention at them but it wasn't working.
You tried to concentrate but they distracted you

You didn't even feel that you had started crying silently.

It was until Kristian heard a tear falling from your eyes onto the book.

He frowned his eyes and his smile he had on his face disappeared.

Until he could say something you packed your things and left.

"Y/n! Wait!" He yelled after you but you didn't stop.

You were about to left the building until someone grabbed your waist and pulled you in a hug.

You didn't care who it was. Everything that matters to you was being in someone arms.

You cried your eyes out on someone's t-shirt.

"Sshh" you heard that person saying.

"I don't know if it was something I said or did. Or if it's even my fault but it's okay" you heard Kristian saying and you quickly pulled away from him.

"Ugh you don't even care. Your selfish and think that every girl wants you. Well not every." You snapped at him.

"Y/n" the boy tried but you walked away.

⚜ 2 Weeks later ⚜

Y/n pov (cuz I find it a bit strange writing in third person)

I kinda feel bad for snapping at Kristian a 2 Weeks ago.

I was just having a bad day and everything was too much for me.

I was about to leave the school when someone tapped my shoulder.

"Y/n? Kristian wants to talk to you" Misha said.

"Okay? Where is he?" I asked.

"Your locker" he simply said and left.

I shrugged and walked to my locker where Kristian stood, looking at his phone.

"Kristian?" I asked and he looked up.

"Sorry" he mumbled

"It's okay. What do you want to talk about?" I asked him?

"Look, I'm sorry for that what happened at the library two weeks ago. I really like you y/n. No, I love you. Since 7th grade when you moved here. When you entered the classroom and all eyes were on you. I couldn't help but fell in love with you. Your the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Your eyes are sparkling.
You're just beautiful and you always were I know that. But you didnt pay attention to me at all. And that's way I changed. That's why I'm the class clown. That's why I'm pranking so many people. To get your attention. I really like you y/n."

"You liked me?" I asked unsure and still speechless of what he just said.

He scoffed.

"You say that as if it's past tense."

"You like me?" I asked again and he nodded.

"I like you too" I said.

"I understand if you don't feel the sam- what?" He asked.

"I do feel the same way, Kris" I said again and he just smiled like a dork.
A cute dork.

"Okay then, do you want to go out on a date with me?"

"I'd love to" I smiled.

Right now it's 1:56 in the morning and I'm to scared to sleep because there a spider over my head and I don't want to eat that spider if it comes down.
I'm scared please help.
He or she is moving his/her legs all the time aaaahhhh.
It's strange that I can watch so many horror movies without being scared and then there's that little piece of shit.

Anyways I listened to 'Get it' while I wrote it.
I just died when I heard it first.
It's amazing.............

And there's a stupid bug walking over my display.
Probably because I left my window open because here like 2948284727482828°C in my room.
And the mosquitoes are killing me.

Maybe I'm writing another imagine tonight because I won't sleep if theres a spider over my head bye