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Madelaine Petsch. That's it. There's no end to what I would do to spend my life with her. It sounds so cheesy, but I can't help it. I mean, have you seen her? She's beautiful.
BUT, of course I'm not the only one who thinks so. Unfortunately, literally everyone in school is in love with her. Both girls and boys. But a heart gets crushed every day when someone new builds up the courage to ask the girl out. It's the same answer every time, "Sorry, I'm not interested". It was cold, sure, but she just didn't care. She had made it clear that she liked someone, but no one knew who. And I had a feeling she wasn't going to reveal that any time soon. And you'd be lucky if you even got to talk to her. Especially now that prom is coming around.
I myself have talked to her. once. It was just the other day actually. I said a total of 30 words I believe. You see, I am quite clumsy. And not the cute type that you see in movies. I'm talking about the type that trips on everything at least three times a day. The type of clumsy that could accidently hit someone in the face. hard. Which is exactly
———Flashback———
I was just walking out of my last class, feeling pretty good since I could finally go home. Pushing through the way too crowded hall to get to my locker. Taking some time trying to open it, and when I finally did, that's when the disaster started. "Hi I was wondering-", whoever that was didn't get to finish their sentence when the locker swung open making me flinch slightly when I heard something smash into it. Suddenly loud gasps were heard throughout the halls. "Shit", I mumbled, slowly turning around only to face the one and only Madelaine Petsch holding onto her forehead groaning in pain. By now, everyone had made a half circle around us. Most were whispering, while others had taken out their phones, ready to film what they thought would turn into a fist fight.
"I-I'm so so sorry! I didn't see you a-and I-" I avoided eye contact, feeling my cheeks flushing red. "I'm so sorry- I didn't no-" She cut me off "Hey-hey! It's fine, okay? No worries, it didn't even hurt" She tried. "No! It's not! I just hit you in the face! I'm so sorry, can I make it up to you in any way?"
"No, no really It's fine. Don't stress it sweetheart" She smiled, putting a hand on my shoulder before leaving with her friends.
———Flashback over———
Which brings me here. Parking my bike before finding my way to chemistry and sitting down in the back of the classroom, trying to bring as little attention to me as possible. The teacher started talking about some science stuff while I started taking notes.
As I walked out of the class I once again made my way to my locker. I got my lunch out and was about to close it again when I heard an all to familiar voice.
"Well hello there (Y/N/N), surprised you dared to show up today. Considering what you did yesterday", Oh yes, ladies and gentlemen, that, is Brenda Willows. I guess you could say she's a bully, but to me, she's more of an annoying little cousin. Even though she's like 6'1. "What do you want Brenda?" I spoke with clear venom in my voice. I was so tired of her bullshit. I never seemed to get a break from her. "Nothing, I just wanted you to know how pathetic you looked. Stuttering like a little baby. Gosh, and if you think for one second that you have a chance with her, you should just go ahead and shove that idea right up your hairy as-"
"What's going on here?" She was interrupted when Madelaine walked in and a croud just like yesterday started forming. "Uh-h nothing, I was- we were just talking" Brenda tried to excuse. I wasn't stupid, I knew of her little crush on Madelaine, but I knew for a fact that would never happen. "madbrenda", that doesn't sound so good now, does it?
Anyways, Madelaine turned to face me and smiled. "(Y/N), I've been meaning to talk to you!" She exclaimed happily. Her mood suddenly changing.
"what?" I said barley over a whisper. I was confused to say the least. Madelaine wanted to talk to me? Why? What was so interesting about me? I was just a typical no one crushing on the school's most popular girl. "I've been meaning to talk to you." She repeated. I just stood there shook. "Mind if we go somewhere more private?" I finally snapped out of it, managing to choke out an answer. She linked out arms as she guided me out of the building, leaving Brenda and everyone else dumbfounded.
"So, what did you want to talk about" I asked trying to steady my voice as we sat down on the bleachers. Suddenly, she was the one to blush. "I um wanted to ask you-" She avoided eye contact.
I placed a hand on her thighs trying to show some kind of comfort, but I felt her tense so I took it away only for it to be put back onto her lap. "(Y/N).." She lifted her head up, looking into my eyes and I felt this weird feeling. And just then, it felt as if we were the only people left one the planet. Nothing else to worry about, no Brenda, no nothing. Just us. I felt her lean in closer until our faces were just inches apart. And suddenly I knew exactly what to do.
I leaned in, closing the room between us. I could feel her soft lips on mine. She put her hand on my cheek, before pulling away. It was short, probably lasted a few seconds, but it felt like hours. And I still wanted more. I was already out of breath.
She put her arms around my neck "Do you wanna go to prom with me?" I said, putting away a strand of red hair on her head. She gave me a sweet smile before leaning in for another kiss.
"I would love to, baby"
(Y/N) =Your name (Y/N/N) =Your nickname
First imagine done! I don't really have a posting schedule. I think I'll just post whenever I have time. I'll be quite busy with school, but I still have a lot of free time.
