It Imagines/smut

Project Baby 2

My jaw dropped as I digested his words, my stomach twisting uncomfortably. I was with Mike. ...Me... "Sir," I mumbled, licking my chapped lips nervously "can I change partners?" "Let me think," he replied, pretending to think before telling me a stern "no." "You don't understand!" I continued, everyone's eyes focused on me "I can't be with Mike!" "What's so wrong with me?" Mike chuckled, kicking the back of my seat. I ignored him and kept my gaze on Mr Blackwell, mouthing please to him multiple times. "You're just being silly Y/n," he sighed, beginning to pass out the plastic babies "you'll be fine." I gritted my teeth and slouched back into my chair, crossing my arms across my chest. He may think I'm being silly, but what he didn't realise was I just physically couldn't work with Mike. Not only would I do all the work, being in his company makes me want to either scream or be sick. He was a self absorbed bully who took joy in embarrassing other people and I just didn't have the time nor effort to put up with him. Mike messily slung his backpack onto his shoulder and hopped over his desk, landing neatly on the other side. I rolled my eyes as he fell heavily down onto the seat beside me, watching as he fixed his hair before focusing his attention on me. "Hey Bae." "Don't ever call me that." I cringed, picking my bag up from under my desk and cuddling it to my chest. "What am I meant to call you then?" He chuckled, raising his eyebrows questioningly "Future wifey?" "How about Y/n?" I suggested bitterly, taking a glance up at the clock. Only two minutes left. I could do this? "Nah, that's boring." He frowned, resting his chin in his hand "We need nicknames." "We really don't-" "Shut up and think!" He scolded, quickly kicking my ankle. I grumbled in annoyance but didn't say anything else, rubbing my ankle tenderly. How was I meant to put up with two weeks of this if I couldn't even handle two minutes? "Is your brother in today?" Mike questioned, drumming his fingers against the desk. "I think so?" I replied slowly, knitting my eyebrows together in confusion "Why?" "I'll give you a lift home then." I digested his words, blinking repeatedly as if to try and clear my thoughts. Mike wanted to drive me home? Since when did he grow a heart? "Why?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. "I don't know," he shrugged, watching as Mr Blackwell came to stand by my desk "may as well now we have that thing." "It's a baby Mike," He scolded, placing the plastic doll down in front of us "and I expect you to take care of it like you would if it were real." "You can expect all you want," Mike retorted, swinging back on his chair "doesn't mean I'll do it." "If you don't do it I will have to fail you, which means another two weeks of the baby project, so think about that." And with that Mr Blackwell sauntered away, leaving us to think over his sassy remark. You could fail? I thought this was just for experience, not an actual test! "You better not fück this up." Mike warned, cautiously picking up the baby and holding it out in front of him. "Me?" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in surprise "It's you that doesn't work!" "Whatever you say." I bit my lip to stop myself saying anything I would regret and snatched the baby from his hands, cuddling it to my chest. I mean, if we were actually going to do this, we may as well do it right. "You look like an idiot." Mike stated, quickly taking the baby away from me. "What else are we meant to do then?" I questioned, not bothering to hide my annoyance. Mike just smirked and quickly chucked the baby over his shoulder, yelling out a loud "YEET!" I watched helplessly as the baby backflipped through the air, harshly smacking into the wall before falling to the floor. It's cries began to fill the small room almost immediately, everyone turning to give us accusing looks. I just sat there stunned. Repeatedly looking to Mike, to the baby, then back to Mike. Did he really just do that? "Who's baby is this?" Mr Blackwell yelled furiously, glaring down at it. I gulped before slowly raising my hand, my stomach clenching tightly as his eyes landed on me. "Y/n! I cannot believe-" "It was me sir," Mike casually sighed, leaning back in his chair "don't get mad at Mummy over here." I winced at his new found nickname for me, but couldn't help but smile, my respect for him rising. ...He took the blame... And I know it was 'his fault in the first place' and it was 'the morally right thing to do', but Mike wasn't the type of guy to do stuff like that. He didn't like to own up to his mistakes. I watched in horror as Mr Blackwell's face turned beetroot, his eyes burning angrily behind his thick rimmed glasses. I never thought I could see a teacher get so angry, but I guess having Mike as a pupil can change you. "Mike Hanlon, I warn you now-" Suddenly the bell rang through the school, drowning out the rest of whatever Mr Blackwell said. He pressed his lips into a thin line but didn't say anything else, stomping over to his desk and falling down into his chair. Mike smirked - knowing he had got away with it - and quickly got up, running to catch up with Stan and Eddie. I sat alone at my desk, gazing around in confusion as everyone began to file out the classroom. Was Mike still driving me or what? "Miss y/l/n, you do realise the bell has rung?" Mr Blackwell sighed, tiredly rubbing his eyes. I nodded shyly, quickly getting up from my seat and rushing towards the door. Last minute I remembered my baby and spun around, picking it up from the floor before dashing back out into the sea of people. As I made my way towards my locker, I never thought I would get as many looks as I did. Apparently nobody could accept the fact an eighteen year old could walk about school holding a plastic baby, which I totally accept. It was pretty weird. "Y/n/n!" I heard someone yell, their voice drifting throught the corridor. I ignored them, opening my locker and hurriedly shoving my books into my bag. Only a few particular people called me Y/n/n, and I hated all three of them. I quickly slammed my locker shut and slung my bag over my shoulder, spinning around to come face to face with someone's chest. Looking up, I caught a glimpse of Eddies's dark brown hair, making me groan. "What do you want?" I sighed, leaning back into my locker. Eddie just shrugged, looking around awkwardly. " Mike told me to come get you." "And he couldn't come get me himself?" Eddie shrugged again, tucking his hands deep into the pockets of his skinny jeans. "Can we just go?" I rolled my eyes but began walking, stalking ahead of Eddie. He waited a bit before following on behind me, trying his best to make it look like he wasn't with me. I understood why he done it, but it still hurt. As I stepped out the main doors into the playground, the heat washed over me like a tidle wave, the sun blinding my eyes. I used the baby as a shield as I looked around, trying to figure out which car was Mike's. You would think that for the amount of times he had parked it in my driveway, I would remember what it looked like. But I couldn't. "Watch it." A boy suddenly spat, harshly shoving his shoulder into me. The baby flew out my hand and I stumbled forward, regaining my balance after a couple of steps. The boy immediatly laughed and kicked the baby halfway across the playground, leaving me standing helplessly at the front doors. I could feel Eddie watching from behind me, but he didn't say anything, not wanting to get involved. "That was my baby." I mumbled nervously, chewing the corner of my lip as it began to cry. "That was my baby!" The boy mimmiced, shoving me once more before turning around and stalking off "Get a life." I stood in silence for the next couple of seconds before Eddie pushed past me, breaking into a sprint to the spot my baby lay. He carefully picked it up before running back with it, shoving it quickly into my arms. "Be more careful." I nodded slowly, cuddling the piece of plastic to my chest in a desperate attempt to calm it down. Where was my mum when I needed her? I followed on behind Eddie as he headed towards the parking lot, leading us up towards a large black range rover parked messily in the corner. Richie's head was sticking out the window, his brown quiff swaying in the breeze. He reminded me of a dog. An extremely annoying, overactive dog. "Mike they're here!" He yelled, his blue eyes falling onto us. I waved and pushed my way past Eddie, running towards the car and leaning into the window. "Why the hell are you at school?" Richie frowned, leaning back in the leather chair and placing his feet up on the dashboard. "What do you mean?" "You're never at school," I stated, resting my chin on the open window "why today?" "Y'know, education and stuff." "Liz found out he had been skipping!" Stan laughed, his head popping out from behind Richie's chair. "Really?" I gasped, widening my eyes. Richie nodded, a pained look appearing on his face. I could only imagine what mum must have done when she found out. "Was she angry?" I questioned, recieving a snort from Mike. "Have you met your mum?" He laughed, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. I rolled my eyes and headed to the back door, swinging it open and hopping in. Eddie came in behind me, squishing me into the middle. It felt weird to say the least. These boys usually avoided me as much as possible - unless they were teasing me - and now I was sitting in a car with them all. "Do you still have Daniel?" Eddie questioned, leaning across me to look at Stan. He just nodded, lifting up the baby lying on his lap. "Daniel is such a boring name," Mike moaned, starting the car and pulling out the parking space "I still think you should have gone with my idea." "I'M NOT CALLING MY FÜCKING BABY SMASH OKAY?" Stan cried, making me jump "WHAT KIND OF STUPID NAME IS THAT?" "A good one." He mumbled, focusing on the road in front of him. I leant back in my seat and gazed around, my heart jumping everytime we hit a bump in the road. I hated not wearing a seatbelt in the car, but Stan was sitting on it and I was too much of a dork to ask. "Can I ask again why Y/n has to come with us?" Richie asked, gazing curiously at Mike. "Because," Mike sighed, turning us out the school and into the main road "she needs to look after our baby and I need to make sure she doesn't fück up." "Too late for that," Eddie chuckled, gazing out the window at the streets outside "it's already been kicked halfway across the playground." Stan burst into laughter and held up his hand in front of me, waiting for a high five. I nervously hit my hand against his and let myself smile, my heart pounding in my chest. I hated being around these boys, even when they were being semi-nice to me. "What the hell mummy?" Mike exclaimed, making Stan laugh even more. "Mike that gets worse each time you say it." I cringed, hiding myself behind my hair. "Yeah, please don't call my sister mummy." Richie mumbled, slipping on some shades "It's just a bit weird." "I like it," He chuckled, drumming a beat against the steering wheel "suits her a lot." I felt myself blush but didn't really know why, making myself feel even more digusted than I already was. Why the hell would that make me blush? "Where we going?" Eddie asked, resting his forehead against the cold glass window. I frowned, cuddling the now dirty baby to my chest. It had stopped crying and I hadn't even noticed. "My house and then out for pizza," Mike replied, gazing at me through his wing view mirror "is that okay with you?" "Don't ask her if it's okay!" Richie exclaimed, gently punching Mike's arm "She doesn't have a say in it!" "We can't exactly force her to come with us." He chuckled, focusing his attention back on the road. Out of all the boys I was with now, Mike was probably my favourite. Too bad they were all still massive dícks.