Timothée Chalamet Imagines || Ongoing

ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟 ✩

I rush out the classroom, already the last to leave after having to put everyone else's chairs up. I let out a long breath and make for my locker. A commotion at the other end of the corridor catches my eye. Oh shit. That's Timothée. 

This is only my third day at school and somehow, we keep on bumping into each other. He is hot, though. I shake my head. Why am I like this?

Well, I can't exactly blame myself. He's known famously for flirting with everything that has a heartbeat and it helps that he's so good-looking.

"I can't do that," I hear him protest as his friends push him towards my direction. "Wait, that's against the rules of the dare, I-"

The rest of his words are drowned out by the bell directly above my head. I cringe, covering my ears so I don't become permanently deaf. I pretend to be wholly absorbed in arranging my books in my locker. And I'm still so wholly absorbed in doing that one thing, as his hand suddenly appears on the locker next to mine, I turn around in shock, finding myself only inches away from his face.

"Hey, are you free to drop by later to do some BDSM?" He smirks at me, unable to hide the devilish grin spreading over his face.

"W-what?" I feign innocence. My heart skips a beat. Did he really just say that?

I can hear his friends snigger and shove each other in the background, but they stop once Timothée shoots a piercing stare over his shoulder.

"Uh, you know, Bible Discussion and Study Meetings," he shrugs, playing it off as nonchalantly as possible.

"Sure, I think I might be free after school today," trying to ignore the frantic butterflies in my stomach.

"Great," he backs away slowly while his eyes rake across my body. "Seeya later."

I breathe a sigh of relief as they walk away, leaving me standing alone in the middle of the hallway, regretting all the terrible life choices that have led me to this moment in time.