Imagines and One-Shots (Book Three)

Admit It (Michael Clifford)

​based on another dream i had lmao

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"Great," you groaned to yourself softly.

You leaned down to pick up everything that fell off of your desk onto the floor beside it, not even realizing anyone stayed behind to help until another arm came into view and grabbed your pencil case. You looked up as you sat back upright, finding the boy who sat across the aisle from you holding the bag out to you.

"Thanks, Michael," you smiled at him, not even noticing the way his Adam's apple moved as he swallowed thickly.

"You're welcome, Y/N," he said so softly that you almost didn't even hear it. You both walked to the door and exited the classroom, and you decided to strike up a conversation since you were both headed in the same direction.

"Hey... Are you doing anything after school?" you asked him.

"N-No," he cleared his throat, seemingly surprised you were asking, "W-Why?"

"I'm sure you know by now that I'm shit at Chemistry," you chuckled, smiling when it made him laugh softly as well, "I just... My counselor is suggesting she set me up with a tutor, but... I don't know; I guess I'd rather get help from someone I know than some random person I might not even get along with... I was just wondering if you'd be interested. You don't have to though-" You shook your head. "-I'm sure it'll be fi-"

"I-" Michael cleared his throat again. "-I can tutor you..."

"Really?" you asked, giving him a hopeful grin.

"Yeah..." he nodded shyly, "I... I can meet you in the library after school... If you want..."

"Thank you," you breathed, "I don't know what I'd have done if you said no."

"Failed Chemistry, probably," he mumbled, blushing lightly when you accidentally let out a loud laugh.

"Thanks again, Michael," you smiled at him again, "See you after school." You came to the end of the hallway, heading left toward your locker, not even noticing that Michael had just stopped and was now watching you.

Michael's POV

"Hey, pretty girl," a blonde boy said as he approached you, winking at you when you looked over to see who it was.

"Hey, rockstar," you giggled in return, going back to putting your books away and grabbing new ones, "What brings you here?"

"When the beautiful girls call me, I must answer them," Luke replied dramatically.

"I didn't call you," you shook your head.

"Wow," he scoffed jokingly, "Narcissistic much?"

You rolled your eyes fondly, "What do you want, Lu?"

"How do you know I want something?" he asked, placing his hand over his heart.

"Because you always want something when you call me pretty," you grinned.

"Fine; I want something," he sighed, "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Probably writing my Econ paper," you groaned at the thought of it.

"Well, you won't be working on it all day," Luke insisted, "So I was thinking – since there's that carnival thing at my niece's school tomorrow night – that maybe you could tag along so I won't be alone?" You looked up at him and noticed he was giving you a shy smile.

"I guess," you chuckled softly, "But you have to buy dinner after."

"Anything for you, princess," he leaned in, pressing a grateful kiss to your cheekbone, "Thank you."