☆ bronny james imagines ☆

fuckboy { 1 }

i woke up to my alarm buzzing like crazy. great. back to school. which means, im about to see the same damn faces for the whole day. again.

i woke up, the sloppiest i have ever been. i seriously dont wanna go to school man. my school sucks. periodt. toxic. everywhere.

"goodmorning y/n" my mom greeted with a smile and my face lightened up immediately. thank goodness she stayed with me. even though father has to go.

"goodmorning, mom" i told her kissing her on the cheek as she place down my plate with pancakes, inhaling the sweet smell of both pancake and maple syrup.

i did my usual routine : eat, brush my teeth, take a bath, and put on clothes. and maybe put on some makeup if have time. you see, i dont know why im very well known at my school. i dont know why and i dont know how. sure, i'll have a lot of friends, but its mainly the reason why i dont wanna go back. just imagine, coming in to school and people starts coming up to you like im some kind of celebrity. its very very chaotic. plus, its sierra canyon.

"okay mom, im gonna  go now, see you later" i told her as i kiss her on the cheek.

"okay y/n, take care and have fun" she said. i hope it would be fun anyways.

*15 min later*

"alright, here we go again" i breathed out. as soon as i step out the school bus, people did their thing. all i hear is;
"hi y/n" "hey y/n" "whats good y/n" "aye y/n"  "ok y/n you looking fine"  and all i can do is roll my eyes at the last one. but i didnt snob the ones who said nice things, i mean they kinda make my day.

the first 3 classes wasn't that bad. i had english, science, history. i did a pretty good job answering all the questions. (i wish i did too irl :') ) as i was walking down the hallway, i was greeted with the sierra canyon basketball team. you know, the famous ones. bj boston, bronny james, ziaire williams, amari bailey, zaire wade. dahveon, dylan. the whole fucking team was literally by my damn locker. if you were wondering, this tEaM, has been messing with me since the start of 9th grade and mind you, zaire and ziaire are seniors. literally, what the fuck. but the thing is, they weren't even bullying, teasing is the only thing involved, but my ass had enough of them. plus, bronny james ? lebron james' son ? who would've thought that he was a major fuckboy ?

"ah shit, here we go again" i whispered to myself. i tried to get away from them but i forgot that my math book was in my locker.

"why do i do this to myself" i said in my head, i head towards my locker with the bitchiest face i could ever pull.

"damn ma, you look fine" i heard bronny said, dragging the fine,  as he bounced his basketball, while his teammates cheer for him.

"thanks, i guess" i told him, not landing a single eye. and heard claps around me.

"why can't you look at me tho ?  i dont bite" he said. i can tell the smirk laced in his voice. the cockiness is about to jump out.

"unless you want me to" he added. called it. god this bitch. i turned around to face him, i grabbed him by his t shirt and leaned in towards him, as i hear "oohs" and "shit" from his teammates.

"you know, you're very good looking yourself" i told him, leaning in more and whispered in his ears;

"it just sucks that you aren't" i whispered added. "OH" is what i heard from the team.
i pulled away and rubbed his chest, but i made eye contact with him, and its not anger that i see. its lust. his eyes turned as his eyes scanned my face. thats my cue. i know i have to go.

"see you later babe!" i told him teasingly as i blew him a kiss, and ran off. his teammates were laughing, cheering him up, saying to do better next time.

but what if, bronny james isn't really a fuckboy ? what if ..

nah he is. and i shouldnt fall for his eyes. i can do better than that.

* the next day *

it was my last class of the day, and i was headed to my locker. i looked up, and you wouldn't believe who was waiting for me again. yep. its gotta be him. nothing special. just him.