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Cole Imagine for Margii

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~ Alana

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It wasn't your fault.

You didn't expect your teacher to believe that for the fourth time this week, of course, and detention was a given. Now, instead of catching that new horror movie you'd planned on seeing with your friends, you were stuck in a small, old classroom in the back building of your school with stoners, cheerleaders, burnouts, and the worst of them all...

the bad boys.

IM5. They were like a gang, and they bound together, causing havoc and heartbreak all around your town. Even Will, the goody-goody of the bunch hung around after school in dentention with his friends.

You knew their leader too. Cole Pendery. You knew him well; so well in fact that you kept tabs on his every act of rebellion. He'd done it all: skipped class, blew off on teachers, snuck into a bathroom stall with one of his many "girlfriends" during class. It was like he'd do anything to hold his spot on the cold seat he fancied as a throne in the corner of the detention room, and Lord only knew that he had most definitely done just about everything there was to do.

Luckily enough for you, you hadn't fallen victim to any member of IM5 yet, and possibly the biggest reason holding you back from actually going was because of Cole. You knew it would mean awful things if you skipped detention, but you'd rather pull your eyelashes out one by one rather than having any sort of confrontation with Cole.

You took a deep breath and turned the handle of the door of the detention room. You were instantly greeted by the stale, ever-lingering smell of cigarettes and heavy, musky cologne. You bowed your head, shutting the door behind you and racing to the nearest seat closest to the door.

Out of the corner of your eye, you'd seen IM5 huddled close together in the back. Their hushed chatter had grown lower when you'd walked in, and you could almost feel their eyes searing into you. There was nothing you'd wanted to do more than sink into a black hole and die. It was like being put in a room with the Loch Ness Monster. You'd heard the stories, but the reality was scarier than anything that could have been put into words.

You try to focus on your phone screen, but something urges you to turn around. So you do, slowly, then all at once.

Bad, horrible idea.

Cole was even more handsome up close, you realize, than you'd thought. Now you knew why girls didn't just like him for his bad-boy side. You'd never guess, either. His hair was perfectly styled, and his brown eyes were soft, soulful, and thoughtful. He

looked like any other rich, privleged kid, and then some.

You become baffled, looking away instantly.

Cole chuckles. "Hello to you too." He raises his eyebrows. "What? Your momma tell you not to talk to strangers?"

You cringe. "H-hi..." is all you manage to stammer, feeling like you've disappointed someone of authority when is was just a rude boy your age.

He looks at you intensely. "How come I haven't seen you here before?"

You shrug. "I'm not the detention type."

He looks surprised. "Oh, and I am?"

Your face stiffens. "Kind of."

He looks almost amused that you answer back bravely. Leaning forward, he cracks his knuckles, sending his friends a sideways glance.

"So you're a good girl, huh?"

Your cheeks heat up, and you avoid his eyes. "Something like that," you mumble.

He smirks. "Ever been with a bad boy before?" he asks slowly, almost growling teasingly.

Your body tenses up, and you can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks.

"N-no..."

He smiles, smugly.

"Good. Next Friday, when you're not being the detention-type, I'll pick you up at 7."

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~ Alana