Matt Dillon imagines ♡

detention

"Miss Y/l/n?"

I raise my hand "Present."

The teacher nods and scribbles down my attendance as I sink into my chair. Another detention for skipping homework...What can I say?

All of a sudden, the door bursts open and in strolls the last person I wanted to see.

Matt Dillon.

He flashes me a cheeky smirk before taking a seat behind, he annoyingly rests his feet against the back of my chair.

"Can you not?" I hiss at him.

The teacher had already fallen asleep at their desk. A newspaper covered his face but everyone could hear the soft snoring.

"Or what? You gonna fight me, princess?" Matt teases.

With a heavy sigh, I turn to the front again and tap my pencil impatiently against the desk. Only 40 minutes to go...

Matt does everything he can to jarr me. He makes noise, randomly taps my back and god awfully flirts a lot. When the bell finally rings I'm more than ecstatic.

I had just passed my locker in the hall when my back was pressed flat against the wall, his sarcastic eyes bore into mine.

"Leaving without me, babe?" He cocks his eyebrow.

"I'm not your babe" I scoff.

"What about now?"

He leans in and kisses me roughly, it sparks excitement. I should be hating him but...I'm enjoying myself too much. 

When we do pull apart, I can't help but smile.

"Maybe I'll be your babe. Just maybe..."