Crush imagines (fluff)

Enough

I sat down in my class, enraged. (C/N) really thinks he can boss me around like this, or at least joke about it. It could turn serious if it gets too far.

These feelings bubbled up inside me over the weekend. (C/N) walked into the room and sat down. I faked a smile to not concern him.
"Hey, (C/N)-"
"Shut up-I'm just playing." He smiled.
This was my chance.

"Excuse me?" I replied.
"I was just joking, (Y/N)-"
"You joke about it so frequently that I'm starting to think it's not a joke anymore." I cut him off. He fell silent.

"I'm tired of you bossing me around and expecting me to apologize for something wrong that you pointed out. You make me apologize so much, and how many times have you apologized? How many times, you fucking asshole? Once. And you just expect me to apologize for everything I do if you don't like it. It's been great knowing you, and I still wanna be your friend, but I'm tired of it. I'm tired of you, I'm tired of your attitude, and I'm tired of the way you take advantage of me."

(C/N) stared at me.
"Stop staring."
"I'm just...why would you rant like this?"
"Because I'm done. Stop. Staring." I ordered coldly as he looked away.

"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize to me now, apologize after school when you know you had time to think about what you've done."

"But (Y/N)-"
"ENOUGH." I said in the loudest voice tolerable in a classroom. Some people turned their heads to stare. I didn't care. I was setting him straight.
"Don't talk to me right now unless it's important." I stated and started doing my work.

When class ended, (C/N) started texting me like crazy. I ignored the texts and blocked him.

Over the day, I wanted to apologize for what I did. I thought I really hurt him. Would he not want to be my friend anymore? Would this ruin my chances with him? Maybe. But I can't apologize to him, or even text him. It's the stupidest thing to consider doing at this point.

My last class ended, and I walked out of the classroom. I decided to check the blocked messages from (C/N).

"I'm so sorry for what I did"
"Are you okay?"
"I hope you aren't still mad at me"
"I fucked up didn't I"
"I didn't know the jokes would be so serious towards you"
"I'm really really sorry pls forgive me pls!!!"
"I should have respected you like you respected me"
"I'm so sorry that I treated you like shit"
"I shouldn't have said that"

A new one.

"Just in case you are checking your messages, meet me at the door to student parking. Love you"

I stared at the message, perplexed. He's never told me he's loved me before...not unless I said it first.

I ran for a few seconds to the door. It wasn't that far away, but I didn't want (C/N) to think I ditched him.

I had finally got there, and saw (C/N) hunched over his phone. His face was red, and he had his hood over his head, as usual. He sniffed and stuck his phone into his pocket before looking around one last time.

His eyes met mine, and I saw his face.
Had he been...crying?
My heart was smashed into a million pieces. How could I do this to him?
I couldn't do this, not now. I can't cry. Not until I know I'm allowed to. I tried to relax my expression into a death stare again.

"...(Y/N)...." his voice was shaky. I can't let it affect me.
He neared me as a tear ran down his cheek. I can't let it affect me.
"I'm so sorry for disrespecting you and treating you like shit...I never thought you'd snap at me like that."

"Well, I did." I replied coldly.
"(Y/N)..." (C/N) pulled me into a hug.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for making you cry so much."
"Well, now you know how I feel." I shrugged.

"W-what more do you want from me?" (C/N) hugged me tighter.
"...I...I don't know." I placed my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his torso.
"(Y-Y-Y/N)...please..." (C/N) sniffed and more tears ran down his beautiful face.

"Fine....Don't ever do it again." My voice faltered as I hugged him tighter and started crying a little too.

"I love you, (Y/N)," He placed his head onto my shoulder.
"I love you with all of my heart." He hugged me tighter.

"....I love you too, (C/N)." I let go of him.
He let go of me, cupped my face and kissed me. I closed my eyes and put my hand on his cheek. I was the first to let go.

"So someone has feelings for me, huh?"
"Well, I mean...I didn't see you blush...all day today. I thought it was kinda weird, so I wanted to make you blush. And the only way to do it was to have me kiss you."
"You could have done anything but that, you know."
(C/N)'s cheeks turned red.
"Oh."

"Mhm. I think someone just wanted to kiss me."
"Okay, okay, I like you! After all these years, I finally like you." He smiled the one genuine smile I've been wanting to see. It made me smile in response.
"You're beautiful." We said simultaneously. We burst into laughter.

"I think you're amazing, and I really enjoy being your friend," He said.
"But I want to be more."

"Me too, obviously." I smirked and kissed his cheek, leaving him red-faced again.
"You're so cute."He smiled.
"You too." I winked. His phone rang and he picked it up.

"Hello, uh...oh! Yeah. I'll be right there. Love you, bye." He hung up.
"They're here to pick me up." He looked down.

"Love you, babe." He hugged me.
"Oh, are we a thing now?"
"Guess so." He smirked and kissed me.
"Love you too." I said after I let go and we departed.