Femme Celebrity Imagines featuring masc! presenting/tomboy readers (will more than likely be described as black but you can def imagine any race yk, im just black + i have a hard time finding myself in imagines so yea)
includes celebs such as: aria...
prompt: person A takes pages and pages of notes, studies for hours, reads all the chapters before class and is still barely scraping by with a B. person B brings a blanket to class and sleeps through all the lectures, and if they aren't sleeping, they're drawing stupid doodles on their notebook. and yet, they are making straight A's. person A is THIS far away from killing them.
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[third person]
halle loved her creative writing class. it was her favorite class, by miles and miles ahead.
sure, her professor was excessively tough, gave a herculean work load, but it was a wonderful class. despite her love for the class, she struggled. most of her time spent on school was spent on her creative writing class. she was particular about the way she took notes, studied them whenever she had time, she spent a considerable amount of time on all her assignments. she was barely skating by with a decent grade. she would be a straight a student - perfect 4.0 - if not for this class. which led her to this one factor of this class that she absolutely despised.
y/n y/l/n.
the perfect student, on paper. she had perfect attendance. her papers always, always set the class curve. she'd never gotten anything lower than a 97 on an assignment. those facts alone, however, weren't the issue. halle had no issue with other people getting good grades. not generally speaking, anyway. but, y/n getting good grades - correction: the best grades - was infuriating beyond words. aside from showing up every day on time, y/n never did a goddamn thing to deserve the grades she was getting.
(halle found herself questioning on multiple equations if y/n was sleeping with professor jolie for her grades, or professor jolie's assistant, lex. sometimes (most times) it was the only explanation that made sense.)
y/n came to class every single day about a minute or two shy from tardiness with a damned blanket to boot. she'd find a seat right next to halle and curl up. she slept through every lesson, every day. she didn't take notes. she didn't show up to study groups. halle has never seen her in a library.
but they have each other's socials, and she sees y/n around campus a lot. usually with some girl (rarely the same one) or with a group of guys who regularly pop up on her instagram. her "bros". she never misses a party, and - based on her instagram - smokes a shit ton of weed. so, halle really has a hard time wrapping her brain around these perfect grades. and, she honest to god resents her for them.
two weeks ago, the class had received the hardest writing assignment yet. as usual, while halle is slaving over her assignment, whenever she sees (correction: finds herself obsessing over) y/n socials, y/n is having the time of her fucking life. it drives her absolutely fucking nuts, and she considers blocking her on everything.
except y/n posts a lot of nice selfies (and sexy thirst traps) so she can't bring herself to do that.
today they get their papers back. back, not posted because professor jolie is analog through and through. so, naturally, this is the only time y/n is awake in class. not that she pays attention. she stays on her phone, texting random girls, and don't ask halle how she knows that.
