Classic Rock Imagines

Steve Clark; Just Friends 🌸🌹

Requested by ~ rock-n-roll-soul

* smut warning * specific parts are NOT tagged like they normally are

word count: 5,709 (it's a long one bois)

~ Frankie's POV ~

"Hey," an ever familiar voice said from the other side of my locker door.

I closed my locker and turned to see the one person in this entire school that made my heart skip a beat.

"What's up?" I asked as casually as humanly possible, clutching my calculus textbook as I started heading toward my class.

"You're in calculus?" Steve asked, picking up his walking pace so that he could keep up with me.

"Yeah," I said, slightly embarrassed.

"I couldn't even get past algebra," he added, chuckling at himself a little. "You must be super smart."

"Something like that," I said, my cheeks getting a little hot at the compliment.

"Smart and cute," Steve said to me, making me blush even more at those words.

We started walking down the stairs that would inevitably lead to my math classroom, and I kept sneaking glances at Steve to see what this was all about.

I had the biggest crush on him ever since we started senior year, and now that it was almost the end of the year, I figured all it would ever be was a crush.

He wasn't exactly popular, probably the opposite of that if anything. He was in a band that everyone in school seemed to make fun of him for, but I thought that it was hot. Like really hot.

We had been friends for the entire school year, but I don't think that he was ever interested in being more than friends like I always had been.

"Are you going to prom?" Steve asked suddenly once I had almost reached my classroom.

"Hell no," I said, chuckling a little as I finally stopped walking and turned to face him.

"Oh yeah, me neither," he said, brushing off whatever awkwardness he had just created.

"Well, uh, I've got class," I said lightly, gesturing to the open door behind me.

"Yeah me too, see you at lunch?" Steve asked, starting to back away from me as he started walking toward where the shop classes were held.

I nodded and flashed him a smile before stepping into the classroom and taking my usual seat in the far back corner. It was true, I was really smart. Things just came naturally to me. I thought I could make it big as like a scientist or an engineer or something, so I held my nose high and slacked off during class.

I spent the class zoning out and wondering why Steve was acting so strange. Normally he'd tell me about his band or I'd tell him about how tired I was from studying for a physics exam all night.

Part of me didn't want to think of it, but I knew that he was probably going to ask me to the prom. And I really didn't want to go. But I'd love to go with Steve. Even the thought of getting dressed up and having him walk me through the doors made my heart skip a beat.

"Frankie?" My teacher suddenly asked. "What do you think about this problem?"

"Uh," I said, pausing for a moment as I finally focused on what was written on the chalk board. "The limit would be 1.8," I said after a moment's thought.

"Correct," my teacher said, writing the correct answer down. I knew he thought I wasn't paying attention, and I wasn't, but I was too smart for this shit. And way too distracted.