Where We're Meant To Be (Oneshots)

Just My Type

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Age: 16
Pov: Y/n
type: fluff
warnings: none
extra: kinda kinky LMAO

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I've had a crush on Max forever now, though I don't talk to him often. I thought it would be a crush that I'd get over in a couple weeks, a month at most! But... It's been two years now.

We don't talk. Maybe some conversation here or there, but he never seems too enthusiastic when talking to me. Though I notice he doesn't sound annoyed like he does when he talks to other people, which I guess is a plus.

Though he isn't smiling like he does with his friends. Neil and I are on good terms, we'll say hi but we've never hung out. Now, Nikki and I have actually hung out. Though she also has a crush on Max, and that's probably why she hasn't introduced me to them.

Not to sound like i'm bragging—I honestly hate it, but I find that a lot of guys like me. A guy magnet, people say. I've been asked out countless of times, but i've always said no. People call me a tease.

Sometimes it makes me feel sad. The fact people call me annoying, and the fact I only stay single to keep guys hanging on me. But that's all wrong. I only want one guy.

Why did it have to be Max? The bad boy, jaded boy, who hates everyone! I guess the sayings are true. Good girls to fall for bad boys.

Not saying i'm a good girl, I've gotten into a couple fights. But I've been avoiding them lately, I hate getting into pointless drama.

"Ayo, Y/n. The bell rung like five minutes ago."

My eyes widen and I lock eyes with Max. My face turns red

"O-Oh! Th...Thanks. Haha.." I laugh nervously. "Why are you still here then?" I ask confused.

He shrugs. "Not sure really." He said with a bored expression. "I'm going. Bye." He said plainly.

I quickly pack up my stuff and rush out the door, I had this feeling in my chest. Today was the day. I need to tell him.

But... Where did he go??

I quickly look around when I see a puff of black hair turn. I rush over to them and see Max walk out the door. School was over.

"W-Wait!"

Max didn't hear me—or didn't listen, as he continued walking.

"Max! Wait!"

He stops in his tracks, turning around confused. "Uhh.. Yes?" He said confused, and slightly irritated. He just wanted to get home, right? That's why? I'm not annoying... Right? Ah who am I kidding. I'm annoying as hell.

"I um... Okay." I took in a deep breath and exhale.

"Max, I kinda sorta... Have a crush on you?" I said awkwardly.

His eyes widen ever so slightly, and he shakes his head and gives me the most bland and bored expression. "Sorry. I have a very certain type, and—"

I tuned him out. Who does he think he is? I felt something boil up in my chest—sadness and anger. I felt so angry. I know i'm not much, but I deserve more than a bored expression when I say I like you. I deserve atleast a sad expression.

Suddenly, I couldn't control myself and punched him right in the face, hitting his nose. My eyes widen when I see blood running down his nose.

His eyes widen as he stares at me while saying "My Type."

My eyes widen confused. "What?"

"Wow. That was weird. Am I a masochist? I don't even know, but what I do know is that was fucking hot." He said bluntly. I felt my cheeks burning, how do I even response to that?!

"About the type thing. Scratch that." He than gave me a soft grin. "You're just my type."

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okay this idea is very silly but I saw it while scrolling through tik tok and WOAH. I felt like his expression was off a bit from what I would assume so I turned it into this

(here's the tik tok)
https://vm.tiktok.com/qoP7aN/

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