Willoughby Blake Imagines

That was not an invitation

I sat angrily in the study room trying to get this stuff to work properly "Ughh!" I sighed "I hate political history I swear to god I'd Suck a dick to get out of this project" I sighed 

the moment I had uttered those words I heard a creek to my side, I looked and saw the doorway to the other study rooms and there stood in his uniform was Willoughby Blake giving me an inviting look

"That was not an invitation, to insert yourself in the situation Mr Blake," I told him 

"You want me to do your Political history project?" he asks 

"Not that badly" 

"Tease" he sighed heading back to his room.

I sighed leaning over with my hands on my knees trying to get my breath back, the Andromeda girls at the front and the other houses behind them always made it that way as the boys would always happily run behind the girls, But I was up the back in the asthma section. 

"I hate Physical Ed Thursdays" I sighed "Fuck. I'd suck a dick to get out of this every week"

"I'd take you up but that might kill me," Will says collapsing on the grass beside me 

"That. Was not an invitation will"

"Tease" he sighed gasping desperately "Please help me. My inhaler is empty"

"here" I sighed throwing him my inhaler

"Thanks"

I sighed sitting on my bed I had been trying to read this damn book for an hour and I had gotten utterly nowhere "Ughhh! I hate Latin. Why do I have to do Latin? it's a dead language. the only time anyone uses Latin is when they need an exorcism" I sighed "I swear I'd suck a dick to not have to do Latin" 

the moment I uttered those words I realized my mistake 

"Oh god damn it" 

"Salve amica, vocasti" Will smirked as he leant on my open door 

"That was not an invitation!" I yelled 

"Want me to do it or not?"

"...yes please"

"Then you know what to do if you want the Latin work done"

"Fine" I sighed "shut the door"

"YES!