Sidemen Imagines

Rudely Mistaken (Ethan #1)

Well, it's been a while. In fairness, I've been continuously writing, just for my novels rather than imagines. Oh, and for Uni which I started doing - Creative Writing and English Lit so you can imagine the multitude of other pieces I've been doing so I apologise in advance. Also, if this isn't up to scratch as it's been a ridiculous time since I wrote one. Having said that, this story has been requested by Allie-oop26 😊

Thank you so much for your interaction and input with my book as it's as much mine as it is yours. I hope I'd done your idea justice, especially as I realised after that it probably shouldn't be in the setting that it is, or why I lowered ages. Must be my default. Regardless, I hope you and everyone else enjoy this exceptionally long imagine xx

Heart breaking, that's what it is when your best friend neglects you. Not on purpose, but naturally it can happen. I guess that's what happens when you have the hugest of crushes on him and he doesn't reciprocate it back. Yeah, that's me – the girl with the crush on her best friend, who just so happens to be a boy. It wasn't so bad at first; I could handle it. Then he went and got himself a girlfriend a month or so ago. That's when things really took a turn for me. Whilst I can't complain that he seems happy with her, I also can't dislodge the idea, the part of me that believes he'd be better off with me instead.

Actually, what would he want with me? She's the blonde, curls and dainty features that pinch her button nose inwards. Whereas, I'm not that gracious. Clumsy and y/n go hand in hand. Or rather, they don't as I'm too uncoordinated at times to be able to place hand in hand, foot in front of foot. I'm no gazelle, that's for certain. Regardless, it's more than simply her walking ability and looks that does it for me though. Grace – ugh, I know – is downright rude to me. To top it off, she keeps Ethan at bay from me. Like bitch, the hell you do. Not that I tell her to her face. In fact, I'm as kind to her as I can be without wanting to punch her witchy face in.

A sharp jab in my arm brings me back to the canteen. "Y/n, you're not listening to me," my friend Sharon says, her gaze quizzical as she stares at me. The corners of her mouth upturn into something sympathetic, quivering at the frayed edges a fraction. "You were thinking about him again, weren't you?" It's not even really a question at this point, simply solid fact.

"No," I deny despite her knowing it's a lie. It helps to know at least that she knows I'm lying as it beats having to explain myself. I don't want to have to explain myself to anyone, especially her.

Sharon shuffles closer to me, her hand comfortingly connecting with my own hand atop the dinner table. "Forget about her. You came first, you know that and I know that. Hell, he knows that. If he can't remember it, then he doesn't deserve your time of day – best friend or not." Pursing her lips, I see her gaze flicker over my shoulder. Instantly, I know she's here.

"Morning," Grace excitedly announces as she slides into the bench opposite me and Sharon.

"Morning," Sharon politely returns.

Unfortunately for her, I'm more precise. "As of an hour and a half ago, it's been the afternoon. So, good afternoon," I reply, crossing my legs awkwardly under the table, not that she can see though, thankfully. "How's your day been Grace?" I say, shifting the conversation onto her – her favourite topic.