im trying to finish my imagine book this month, and im actually doing pretty good! im so happy.

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y/n sat in the back of the classroom with her eyes slowly closing by themselves with the sound of her teacher going on about quadratics. she wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep until she couldn't feel her brain anymore.

a loud slam woke her up and she looked up to see ethan dolan with a pink slip in hand. he wore a black jacket with black jeans and checkered vans to pull off his skater boy look. his dark hair was messy but it looked effortlessly amazing. y/n tried not to drool at the sight in front of her.

"how nice of you to join us, mr. dolan," mr. miller spoke as he took the pink slip into hand without reading it. "take a seat. you know the drill."

ethan rolled his eyes, attempting to refrain from lashing out. he sat next to you, his usual seat, and clenched his fists under the desk.

"oh! mr. bad boy is back at it again," a boy named brad said from two rows ahead. his eye was the slightest shade of purple and his lip was cut, along with his fist.

ethan laughs. "that's not what you said when i kicked your ass and f.ucked your whore of a girlfriend," he winked to the girl besides brad and she scoffed.

y/n let a small laugh slip out but quickly covered it up by coughing. ethan's eyes turn to hers but she quickly pretends to take down notes. he lets a small smile take over his face before he pulls out his phone.

ethan: was that a laugh i heard?

y/n felt her phone buzz on the table and she checked it while biting the inside of her cheek.

y/n: i have no idea what you're talking about.

ethan: i totally forgot i had your number.

y/n: you only use it when you need answers...

ethan: that's why i forgot.

y/n seat her phone down until it buzzes again, and again, and again. she sighs before picking up her phone again and checking the messages from ethan.

ethan: s.hit
ethan: im sorry
ethan: im kind of an asshole. it's my thing.

y/n: you do know im next to you and you can just use your mouth?

ethan laughs aloud at his phone, which causes unwanted attention from everyone. mr. miller stops his lecture and turns to ethan with an annoyed look.

"what now, mr. dolan?"

ethan: there's plenty of ways i can use my mouth (;

y/n scoffed out loud and shook her head.

"nothing, john. go ahead," ethan shooed his off and kept a smile on his face.

y/n: pig

ethan: and im oinking for you, baby