Imagines and One-Shots (Book Three)

Guts (Ashton Irwin)

i have actual requests to be finishing. why did i write this instead. i hate my personality.

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"Flower delivery!"

Everyone in the classroom looked up to find the student council president – your best friend Selena – standing in the doorway as another member of the student council followed behind her with a box. You smiled slightly when she looked at you, but were left confused when she only winked in response.

"Hurry up," you teacher chuckled, shaking his head, "I'm trying to teach."

"And you're doing a fine job, Mr. K," Selena told him, making him laugh again as he rolled his eyes, "I only have 5 for this class." He nodded, letting her have the floor to call out names. You sighed to yourself, putting your elbow on your desk and your cheek in your hand, looking back down at your book.

Every week leading up to Valentine's Day, the student council would have a table out at lunch where people could buy other students roses for a dollar – and every Valentine's Day, you wouldn't get a single one. It wasn't that you ever expected to get one – Lord knows you knew just how invisible you were to everyone but your small friend group – it was just that your friends would always get five or more, and to be honest, you were kind of tired of them giving you one of theirs out of pity.

"Y/N," you heard Selena sing, making you look up again, "Come get your flower, my dear."

You stared at her incredulously for a moment as she held up the pale pink rose, motioning for you to get up and go to her. You were already starting to blush at the attention on you, so you timidly got up from your seat and went to get it so your classmates would all just stop staring.

"Later, Mr. K!" Selena chirped over her shoulder as you walked back to your seat, "See you next period!"

"Thank you, Miss Catalani," your teacher chuckled, returning back to the lesson.

You tried to remain focused for the rest of the class – you really did – but you couldn't keep yourself from glancing at the flower lying on your desk. You were racking your brain trying to think of who could have possibly bought it for you, but you really only had one strong suspect.

The bell signaling the end of first period finally rang, so you gathered up all your books as well as your flower and filed out of the classroom with everyone else. You walked down the hallway on the way to your locker, listening to people thank their boyfriends and girlfriends for buying them a flower, while you were just chewing on your inner cheek. You didn't know why you were getting so emotional over this – you were 95% certain who had bought yours – and you couldn't help but get upset with yourself.

"It was just Selena," you grumbled to yourself, pulling your locker door open, "Stop crying." You quickly pulled your sweater sleeve down your hand as you lifted it up, wiping your cheeks as you shoved the stem of the flower into the front pocket of your backpack. You then grabbed all the books you needed for your next class and closed your locker door. But you jumped when you went to walk away and nearly ran into somebody.

"Sorry," the brown-haired boy in front of you smiled shyly, pushing his glasses up, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's fine," you murmured. You thought he was going to walk away, but he didn't. Instead, he kept talking to you.

"I, um... I heard you talking to yourself as I was walking by..." he trailed off, "I... Are you okay?" It was then that you were really getting a good look at him, realizing that you recognized him.