Crush imagines (fluff)

New school, familiar faces(actual crush imagine)(SUPER DUPER LONG SRY)

I walked into the new school I was going to. It was absolutely beautiful. And so much better than my old school. Like...a water purifier? In every restroom!? Crazy, right?

The only problem I had was...the people I knew there. They were the ones I never got along with, the ones that made me feel like I'd never fit in with the world. I felt lonely enough with them, but now I have to go to school with over a thousand of these kids? I might as well consider myself the only person on earth.

I walked into my first period classroom, and I couldn't believe who I saw.
The tall, beautiful, charismatic, amazingly talented (C/N).
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Too bad he's an asshole.

What? Can you blame me for saying that? I may have bugged the life out of him that one school year, but that's no excuse to ghost me for the rest of his life. I just wanted to be a friend. And apparently he didn't want one.

I turned right around and walked out of the door. I took a few deep breaths to get myself together.
He may be an asshole...
But he's still hot.
I tried shaking off my feelings. I walked into the room, still getting worked up.

"Hello!" My teacher greeted.
"H-hi." I smiled, obviously blushing. A couple of students giggled, but I didn't dare look their way.
"You must be new...would you like to introduce yourself?"
I nodded shyly.
"Okay. State your name, and if you happen to know anybody in the room."

Are you freaking serious!?
I glanced over at the class. I saw an old friend of mine who I still contact occasionally, along with my early childhood crush (who has a girlfriend, obviously. Besides, he's not even cute anymore) and one of the only two nice girls that came out of this mental disaster of a school.
and then my eyes landed on (C/N), who stared at me with an innocent yet neutral look in his eye.

"Ma'am? Are you alright?"
I knew I was tomato red. I cleared my throat and looked away.
"Yes ma'am, my name is (Y/N) (L/N), and I know (F/N), (Ch/Cr/N), (N/F/N), and..."
My eyes sweeped over (C/N), who was sitting in the back corner of the classroom, smiling. I looked away.
"...a-and I-I k-know (C/N)-"
The class was silent as the other people I knew (and their friend groups) glanced over at him.

(C/N) shrugged.
"Yeah, we're friends."

'Are you sure about that, you little shit?' I thought, trying really hard not to let my jaw drop at the fact that he thinks of me as a friend. I swore we were acquaintances.
"That's excellent that you have friends here, miss (L/N). Take a seat wherever you'd like."

Sure, friends...ones that want to spend time with me...
I sat down in the only empty seat available as class started.

I sat down at lunch. I couldn't get (C/N) out of my head. Then again, I never can. Of course, when I used to think about (C/N), I'd think about fantasies I made about him. He's a detective, a secret agent, a poet, a fire and ice bender, even a cat. I'd get so caught up in these fantasies that I'd completely forget he exists in real life. But now, I have to face the truth.

"Hey, um...this is our seat, so..." one of the girls stood beside me.
"Oh, sorry. I'll be out of your way." I stood up and glanced around the room, not finding a single spot in sight. Well, as far as having a table to myself.
I sighed and looked down as I walked over to sit by the wall.

I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Hey, (Y/N)." I heard (C/N)'s voice.
"Um...hi." I looked up to see him smiling slightly.
"Come over and sit with me." He smirked.
"Okay." I took my back off of the wall and followed him mindlessly before reviewing what just happened.

"Well, if he says he's my friend, he's gotta play the part." I said at a volume I usually use to get people's attention but it fails every time.
"Excuse me?" He sits down at the table.
"Hm?"
"The past is the past, (Y/N). I thought you moved on."
"I...I-I....I wanted to. I really did...I guess I..."
"No need. We can talk about it later." He stared at me with his (E/C) eyes. I felt him staring into my soul. I had to look away.
"O-okay." I sat down cautiously.