Big Time Rush Imagines

Good Girls - Logan

Logan Imagine:

Good Girls - 5 Seconds of Summer

Logan's POV:

"Logan, I'd like to see you after class. You too (Y/N)." Mrs. Ithaca stated from her desk.

Really? The only day that I have to be somewhere. I sighed walking back over to Mrs. Ithaca's desk. I stood there silently next to (Y/N), the teacher's pet. I bet she never has any fun, her being Miss Goody To shoes.

"Can we hurry this up? I have to be somewhere." I huffed.

"Patience Mr. Henderson." Mrs. Ithaca hissed.

"Well, Logan it appears to me that you are failing my class. And I wanted to set you up with a tutor. And (Y/N), I would like you to tutor him." Mrs. Ithaca smiled.

"What! No way!" I said. I looked over at (Y/N) who hasn't said a word.

"I'll do it." (Y/N) spoke.

"Great! See to it you two start today." Mrs. Ithaca smiled shooing is out of her class room.

We both walked out of the school awkwardly.

"So where do you have to be in such a hurry?" (Y/N) said, which made me jump.

"A party." I said. "So that's why we can't study."

"Well, what time is the party?" She said tucking a strand of hair from her bun behind her ear.

"Not till 8."

"Great! That means we have 5 hours. Meet me at my house?"

"I-"

"No excuses." She smiled walking towards her car.

I watched as she walked in her blouse, flowy skirt, and flats. This studying sessions is going to be so boring.

~ In (Y/N)'s Room ~

"Turn to page 69. And we'll get started." She said, while I laughed.

"What's so fun- Your so immature!" She stated rolling her eyes.

"Coming from the girl who has a bunch of stuffed animals, everything pink, and only has clothes that have been approved of be her parents." I challenged.

She got up, walking over to her open closet, and pressed a button. Pretty soon her wardrobe started rotating, and her once girly clothes were replaced with edgier clothes.
With her back facing me, she began to strip. Changing her blouse with a black v cut top, her skirt for jean short shorts, then taking out the hair tie from her bun letting her hair fall into loose waves. She turned around, as I stared in awe.

"(Y/N)." I whispered. I couldn't believe that she's the same girl that was just here a second ago.

"Have you ever heard the saying?" She said climbing back on the bed, climbing onto my lap.

"What-t s-saying?" I gulped.

"Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught." She whispered in my ear.
And with that she smashed her lips on mine. Damn, I think I'm in love with a Good Girl.