crush/boyfriend imagines

Oblivious

His P.O.V.

I stared at her. I didn't even care if she caught me if I was being honest. The only thing I cared about was how she felt about me. Whether she felt anything or nothing.

Her P.O.V.

I would stare at him when he wasn't looking. I wasn't his friend, no. But I wish I was. He was the kindest person I'd ever met. Especially for being one of the populars and friends with all the populars.

I didn't like him at first. Even just as a person in general. I didn't like him at first because he reminded me of my ex and at that point in time I didn't want anything to do with my ex and if that meant to avoid the one I now care for the most, then so be it.

Slowly, my feelings for him grew. I got to know him from the few classes that we shared. He was smart too, so whenever we got paired with each other for a group project, I really didn't mind. It was only the last quarter of this school year, Sophomore year, that I really started to like him.

His P.O.V.

Little did she know how long I'd been holding my feelings inside. It was gradual but still. It all started freshman year. She'd just moved here the summer before the start of the school year. I'd seen her around town and crossed her paths at the county fair that always took place the week before the start of the new school year.

I wanted to befriend her. More than anything. But in the beginning, she avoided me. Even every once and a while she'd send me a glare if she caught me staring. I didn't know why, although I wish I did so that I could fix whatever I was doing to cause her to be upset with me. Slowly she became more friendly towards me. I think this was because we started being paired together for group projects in classes. I wanted to be all cheesy and cliche and call it "Destiny" or "Fate" but I didn't. I knew it was only a coincidence.

She wasn't popular like I was. Instead, she spent her time sitting alone in the cafeteria in the far corner towards the back. Multiple times I thought about moving myself to her table just so she wouldn't be alone. I tried to invite her to sit with us, twice. But, the first time she rejected my offer saying "No, it's fine. I'd rather be alone," and the second time someone sat in the seat I'd offered her before she could answer so she just smiled and walked to her usual back corner table.

I felt bad for her. She didn't have any friends really. Only a few people she'd sit with and sometimes talk to in class. I wondered what she did on weekends. Especially long weekends. I wondered if she went places or just sat alone in her room all weekend.

As the years progressed and we became more friendly, I felt like if anything I was the closest thing she had to a friend and I wasn't even officially her friend. Only a classmate.

A few of the guys teased me about falling for her. "Dude, she's a loner, you could literally have any girl in this school and you fell for her?" some would say. I tried to ignore them but I couldn't help but think about if maybe they were right and I should just forget about her. I usually shrugged off that feeling, eventually.

There was a dance coming up next weekend -Spring Formal- where the girls asked the guys. More than anything, I wanted her to ask me. So many girls ask me every year and I usually end up going with the last one who asks me in case the person I really want to ask me asks me. But this year, if she didn't ask me, I wasn't going to go.

Her P.O.V.

The Spring Formal was coming up next weekend. I thought about asking him but, then I thought, "no he's probably got every girl in the school lined up to ask him, why would he go with me?".

Now it was the last day before the dance. Wait, scratch that, the day of the dance. He and I were working on the last of our History project together when I decided to ask "Hey, c/n?"

"Yea?" He replied.

"Has anyone asked you to the dance yet?" I asked, not taking my eyes off our project even though he was now looking at me.

"Yes," he replied.

"Oh," I said glancing up at him for a quick second then instantly focusing on the project not saying another word.

It was silent for a full minute before either of us said anything else and I myself didn't plan on saying anything the rest of the period. I was crushed.

His P.O.V.

It was the day of the dance and plenty of girls had asked me. Each one I rejected. Because she hadn't.

In History that day, she and I were working together on the last of our partner project when she said "Hey, c/n?" not looking away from the project.

"Yea?" I answered. Now looking at her even though she wouldn't look at me.

"Has anyone asked you to the dance yet?" She asked still only looking down at the project.

I couldn't lie to her.

"Yes,"

"Oh," she said sadly, taking a quick second glance up at me, then focusing on our project even harder than she had been before.

She didn't say anything for another full minute. I felt so bad. I knew now that she wouldn't ask me. Not unless I said, "But I didn't say I said yes to any of them." Now I was the one looking away as she looked up at me.

"Why..?" She asked hesitantly.

I hesitated to answer.

Her P.O.V.

"But I didn't say I said yes to any of them." he said suddenly. I instantly but slowly looked up at him. Now he was the one looking away.

"Why..?" I asked hesitantly.

He took a bit to answer but eventually...

His P.O.V.

"Because I wanted you to ask me," I said quickly then slowed down with the rest of my sentence, "and you never did."

She looked shocked.

Her P.O.V.

I was shocked.

Popular guy c/n...

Wanted me...

Miss not-so-popular y/n...

To ask him to the dance.

Eventually, I smiled.

"C/n," I said, "I would love it if you would be my date to the Spring Formal. Will you go with me?"

He smiled. And if I hadn't been paying full attention I wouldn't have thought him to maybe be blushing a bit.

His P.O.V.

"C/n," she said, "I would love it if you would be my date to the Spring Formal. Will you go with me?"

I smiled. Maybe even blushed, but I hoped she hadn't noticed.

"I would gladly accompany you, y/n," I said, hesitant to take her hand in mine. But, when I did, she didn't decline.

Her P.O.V.

"I would gladly accompany you, y/n," he said. I watched his hand then slowly reach towards mine. When his hand touched mine I didn't hesitate to accept.

Third Person P.O.V.

I watched the two 10th graders as they held each other's hand.

Finally, they'd come to their senses and asked one or the other out. Practically the whole school had been waiting since the beginning of this year when they had totally made it obvious to everyone, but themselves, that they had liked each other.

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A/N: Hello, I hope you enjoyed this imagine. It's kind of a different style of writing than I've ever really done before. So, tell me how you like this style. To be completely honest, I'm not sure how I feel about it. Anyway, also let me know if you'd like a part two of this. I don't know if it felt like I left it too open or not. But, please, by all means, let me know if you want a part two. Like at the dance.

annie <3