yungblud imagines || d.h

school bully (opposite)

it was your first day of your senior year and you were ready to take it on. you grab your phone and connect it to your speaker and shuffle one of your playlists.

fuck you, and you , and you. i hate your friends and they hate me too...

you begin dancing as you clip your hair in with a banana clip and stand in front of your closet looking at what seemed like an endless amount of clothes deciding what to wear. you couldn't help but get distracted by the beat drop

it's that hot girl bummer anthem , turn it up and throw a tantrum

swiping through shirts you paused as you see an old, familiar hoodie hanging up. you couldn't bare the thought of his memory in your life so you simply rolled your eyes to dismiss new tears and kept looking. you thought about if you wanted to make a sweet impression or a memorable impression; just like an episode of a story in episode you decide to go memorable.

you decide to take your hair down and let it fall over your shoulders. after you brush through it, it manages to maintain a small amount of natural curl -or just from where you slept on it- so you felt pretty proud of how you assembled yourself together.

you cut off your speaker and put in your headphones and walk out the door after your mother kissed you goodbye. you had a car but you never really felt like driving to school. it's a good ten minute walk and you always enjoyed the warm breezes that rushed through you.

clementine comes on and you begin to hum to it. you hear faint laughter and you figure it's just from the song until you feel a huge splash on your left side and you stop in your tracks. you look up to see a black escalade and three silhouettes and you catch a glimpse of the driver's face in the in the side view mirror.

of course it would be him to do that. fucking dominic harrison. you hated each other and honestly he began this long feuded hatred for no reason. you only began to hate him after one specific, cruel event that you couldn't bare to let happen to you again.

you look down at your now soaked clothes, frustrated, not knowing what to do. you didn't have time to go back and change but you also were already five minutes away from the premises. you just had to continue walking.

once you reach the lot , you suddenly became paranoid, wondering if the laughter surrounding you was at you or not. you looked down to see that your clothes were surprisingly dry. suddenly, a sigh and feeling of relief came over you. you walk through the double doors to see your best friend waiting for you.

you both catch up with each other since the two of you didn't hang out for a couple of days before school started and reminisce over the day you both went shopping. you vented to her about dominic splashing water all over your outfit and she became just as annoyed as you.

almost as if you talked him up, he bumps right passed you in the hallway. "watch out, fookin twat," he looks back at you and says with disgust. "once again," she starts to say to you, "don't understand how he can be so hot and yet such an idiotic asshole. how were you friends with him." you simply nod and chime in, "i know right. and idk, eighth grade was so eighth grade."

**

you walk into your last class and sit at the desk in the back corner. your pulling your things out and you feel that corner grow cold and it became dimmer. you turn around to face the front and see none other than dominic standing there. looking down at you with a devilish smile, he leans down, "hello, beautiful." you hitched your breath as he was rather close to your face and his accent was to die for.