.:{Imagines}:. ~ IM5

Will Imagine for Anon

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Hola bonita :* Hope you're having a lovely day! Enjoy!

~ Alana 

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I trudged to my new class with endless anticipation and instant regret. I looked at the small piece of paper in my hand. Room B-56. You shifted your tote bag higher on your shoulder, glancing around. These halls were so foreign. The town, too. Already, being the new kid was taking a toll on you. Your first challenge? Finding your classrom. You could barely find a decent bathroom here.

You looked down a row of rooms, mumblong to yourself. B-54, 55...

Ah, 56.

You rushed in: already late without an excuse. You coudl feel everyone's eyes piercing into you as you made your way in. Werre they already judging? You coudln't even tell.

"H-hi..." you say shyly as the teacher looks up from her book, slowly. She forces a small smile. "You're the new student, correct? {Y/N}, is it?"

You nod. The teacher pouts. "You're late; not a good look young lady."

By now, your cheeks are blazing. "I-I know..." you stammer. "It won't happen again. I promise."

The teacher nods, and motions towards the back of the room, which, coincidentally, has one seat open. "You may have a seat; the textbook we're usuing today is under your chair."

You nod, bowing your head until you reach the back of the room. You plop down, only looking up once you're certain that no one else has taken the opportunity to stare at you. Scanning the room, you find that a boy is staring at you from directly arcross the room.

You instantly feel self-concious. Why was he looking at you like that?

He was cute, to say the least. His hair was dark, and he had narrow eyes and a muscular body. Anyone that looked like him, you'd assume, was popular. But no, he sat alone. He even looked kind of dorky, in the nicest way possible. His desk was lined with sheets of math equations and atleast two calculators. His binder was plastered with superhero stickers, and doodles of the word "IM5". 

You quicky looked down at your textbook and pretend to look interested. Every now and again, you glance up at the clock until the period finally ends. Now, you'd finally see what was up with him.

You get up to leave, gathering your books and your bag, making your way out of the classrom. You are looking down at your feet, trying to avoid anymore embarassment. But, as luck would haev it, you crash into someone, tumbling down with all of your things.

Great.

And who was it, you wonder? The boy from earlier.

Great.

You groan, rubbing your head. "S-sorry," is all you're able to mutter as you clumsily grab for your books. To your surprise, the boy leans down and swiftly picks them up for you. His eyes are even more gorgeous up close. He smiles, offering a hand out, helping you up, which you accept gratefully. The sudden connection send a chill up your spine.

"Are you alright?" he asks, obviously concerned. You blush and nod franctically. "Y-yeah," you insist. "I'm really sorry, tough... I wasn't paying attention... I was kind of distracted, you know? I'm {Y/N}, by the way."

He blushed an nodded. "Will. And, I have to say, I was pretty distracted earlier today too... pretty unusual, I guess..."

I bit my lip. 'Unusual?"

He shrugged. "I never get distracted," He admitted. He gave you back your books, turning on his heels, leaving you in utter silence.

"That is," he added slowly, only audible to you, "because I've never seen a prettier girl walk into the classroom before."

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I hope you enjoyed it! Wasn't my best, I'm not sure what's up ahaha ^-^

~ Alana