Your Crush Fan Fiction (Your Crush Imagines)

Chapter 1: The Group Project

     You walk into homeroom, anxious. You knew he would be in there laughing and talking with his friends. You wore your favorite outfit, to try and impress him. You find yourself doing that a lot lately. I'm sorta desperate, you thought.  You hadn't seen him since Friday. You thought about him all weekend.

     You walked to your seat your eyes rested on him, y/c. You knew that no way in a thousand years he would ever notice you. You were still hopeful though. You were so delusional sometimes. Imagining scenarios where y/c asked you out. You sometimes laughed at yourself.

     "Hey boo," y/f greeted you. "What up anything new? Why didn't you text me this weekend?" You tore your eyes off of him to address her questions.

     "Nothing much. And I guess I forgot to have a social life," you chuckled. You and y/f laughed and caught up. You talked about your favorite book series.

...

     "Good morning class," your history teacher said as they walked in the room. "I will be assigning you all into a groups of four to work on a presentation. You will not complain about your group members. And no, I will not assign you to a new group if you have any problems with your group members. Work it out."
They walked over to their desk and grabbed a sheet of paper.

     They read off a bunch of names until their were only eight if you left. Out of the eight were you, y/c, y/f, the girl who was always causing you trouble, Peyton, and four others.

     "Peyton, y/c/n, y/n, and Dante. You are a group. Deal with it." The teacher read off. They then read off the last group. Great, you thought. Stuck with y/c, Peyton, and Dante, the douchiest guy ever. "Okay. Get in your groups and talk about what you're gonna do for your project."

     You awkwardly walk over to where Peyton, y/c, and Dante have gathered. Peyton of course is flirting with y/c and Dante already.

    "So where can we meet up to work on the project?" You interject.
    
     "We could meet at my house," y/c suggests. You all agree to meet at y/c's house over the weekend.

...

     It was finally Saturday. You literally felt like throwing up. You were going over to y/c's house. You spent an hour on your hair and an hour doing your makeup. You picked out the perfect outfit. You wanted to look hot, but not like you were trying to look hot. You wanted to impress y/c. 

     You got in your car and listened to your favorite song for good luck. You checked the group chat to make sure you were at the right house before you got out of the car. You checked your makeup and hair in the mirror, took a deep breath, and exited your car.
    
     You strode to the door and knocked once. Peyton opened the door. She made a noise of disgust. And turned around to look in the house. She looked back and you, then turned around, and walked back into the house. You awkwardly went into the house and closed the door behind you.

    When you got to the living room y/c and Dante were sitting on the couch talking about some boy stuff (I guess). Peyton plopped herself down on the couch next to Dante. They didn't even look up at you to say hi. You sat down on the armchair across from the couch and looked around. His house was well kept. Clean. Neat. Well decorated. He must have a lot of money, you thought.

   "See anything interesting y/n?" Y/c asked. You were a little startled that he noticed you.

     "Oh... Um. Your decor is really nice.... I guess." You said awkwardly. You look down and blushed. Y/c chuckled. He went back to discussing sports with Dante. Peyton was on her phone the whole time. Probably texting one of her many suitors or fake friends. The only reason she was popular was because her dad was a doctor for celebrities before they moved here.

     "What do you guys want to do the presentation on? The Revolution? Or the civil war?" You asked trying to actually work on the project instead of awkwardly sitting there.

     "I don't care pick one. Whichever one requires the least work. " Peyton groaned, rolling her eyes. You looked over to Dante and y/c, hoping for a better, more helpful answer.

     "I couldn't care less," replied Dante, who then went to texting. You groan in displeasure with his answer. This wasn't helping your awkward little situation.

     "What do you want to do?" Replied y/c, "I'd be fine with whatever you choose." This made you slightly giddy. Your stomach filled with butterflies.

     "I guess... I guess we could do the presentation on the... the revolution, " you replied. You were blushing like crazy now. You hade hoped he hadn't noticed. "Um... Where's your bathroom???"

     "There's one upstairs to the right." Y/c replied. You had to get out of there to calm down. Your heart was racing as you got up out of the chair and went up the stairs. You got upstairs, there were four doors. Two to the right and two to the left. You figured you'd go in the first door on the right.

     You walked over and slowly turned the doorknob. You slid in the room. It was a bedroom. It was well kept like the rest of the house. There was a queen sized bed. It looked like a boys room. Crap! you thought, what if this was y/c's room?

     "I see you've found my room," a voice said. You whipped around to find y/c closing the bedroom door behind him.

   "I... I got lost. Sorry," you said embarrassed. You looked down blushing. All of the sudden you felt pressure on your chin and your head was lifted up to meet y/c's deep e/c eyes. You blushed again.

     "No need to be embarrassed. It happens. I forgot to mention, you look good today, " y/c said. Your blushing was hard to hide at this point. "You're so cute when you blush. You're torturing me. You know that?" He questioned.

      "H... How am I doing that?" You asked. All of the sudden in a matter of seconds he grabbed your wrists, spun you around, backed you up, and slammed you into the wall. You were less than three inches apart. You were panting heavily.

     He leaned close to your ear, "Sorry, did I startle you. I didn't mean to," he whispered, his lips tickling your ears. You were still blushing violently. He looked you in the eyes and said, "You wanna know why you're torturing me? Huh? Making me sit down there around those two idiots and I can't even kiss you once. And now we're finally alone."

      He put his lips so close to yours, you could taste his breath, "Can I kiss you now?" You nodded. He pressed his soft lips against yours. Completely immersed in the kiss, you couldn't help yourself, you grabbed his shirt by the collar, twisted it a bit in your hands, and pulled him closer. He tasted a bit like licorice and a bit like coffee. A weird combination, but he tasted so good, and you wanted more. You both broke from the kiss, panting.

     "Well," he said straightening his shirt, "Back to work." He walked to the door nonchalantly, opened it and left. You stood there in awe for a minute, blushing and panting. Did that really just happen?

Hope you guys enjoyed the story. Lemme know if it was too long. Next time I can shorten it if you want. Give me ideas of what you would want to see next story. I would love feedback. Thanks.

Sincerely,
-Liz <3<3