holy shit, ya girl is back! it's been just about three months since i've written an imagine and wow, it feels really good to be back and to finally write something.

i hope i can get back in the groove of everything and put out imagines the way i used too, but we'll see! thank you so much for the encouragement and nice messages, you're all to thank so, thank you!

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"holy shitballs," you exclaimed when you looked at yourself during passing period. the time was roughly around ten o'clock in the morning when you transitioned from second to third period and your bladder was begging for you to empty her. you went into the restroom where you saw your reflection and you were horrified. "what the fuck happened to my hair?" your brain spoke.

you didn't feel very confident in what you were wearing because it was old and baggy, which was how you liked it, but today wasn't the day for old and baggy. you grew a crush on a boy who you had the previous year for history, which was quite ironic. his name was ethan dolan and he was beyond gorgeous. you never spoke to him but you saw the way he acted and thought it was cute.

he was a shielded person, he gravitated towards his group of friends and only with them. you were the same way, always with your small group of friends and never in between.

a girl came from behind you and washed her hands while fixing her curly hair in the mirror. why she looked so much than me? you thought. i look like absolute garbage.

you left the restroom feeling worse than before and began your journey to third period. you felt self conscious while walking through the hallway, it felt as if all eyes were on you.

without thinking, you lift your eyes and you see ethan dolan coming from the same hallway you were walking down. his beard was growing in and his hair looked a good kind of messy. from his shoulder hung a black jansport backpack that oddly stayed secure due to it only hanging on one of his shoulders. his eyes lifted up and met yours, to which he raised an eyebrow and tilted the corner of his pink plump lips.

if there was anytime to freak out, now was the time. after having a class with him and seeing him numerous amounts of times, he had finally noticed you. you weren't sure to be happy or to be sad, but you felt accomplished.

he gravitated towards his friends, as always, and you walked to class feeling better about yourself.

"hey, y/n!" you hear someone say from behind. you turn your head to find ethan dolan fighting through the crowd to get to you. he held his small smile even as he bumped shoulders with the short freshman. as he caught up to you he was breathless. "woah, that was a lot more work than i had anticipated."

you nervously chuckle and fiddle with your fingers. holy shit! how did he remember your name and why did he fight through a crowd just to talk to you? all of these questions but no answers. "um, hi?"

he extends his hand out. "im ethan by the way, ethan dolan. just in case you didn't know. we had history last year with mrs. garcia."

you extend and meet his hand, feeling the softness of it, which only meant one thing. "oh, yeah i remember you," you tried to play it nonchalantly, "it wasn't too long ago. im y/n, but i guess you knew that already because why else would you call my name out if you didn't know it? that would be really odd," you began to mutter. "anyways, did you need something from me, ethan dolan?"

ethan chuckles and smiles. "yeah, i actually do."

"and what might that be?"

he sucks in a breath. "your number."

you squeal on the inside but try to keep your cool. your crush, ethan dolan, had noticed you from last year and now was asking for your number! how could you not celebrate? you couldn't wait to let the group chat know what was happening.

"wow, that was really smooth," you laugh. "but it's xxx-xxx-xxxx. do be sure to use it whenever you'd like." you felt a sudden boost of confidence under his gaze and he seemed to be into it.

he nods and shakes his phone in his hand reassuringly. "trust me," he smirks, "i will."