Crush Imagines

18

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y/n: your name
c/n: crushes name
e/bf/n: ex boyfriends name
b/f/n: best friends name
r/n: rival name
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It had been approximately three weeks since your breakup with your ex.

When the both of you got together, everything was great, it was the honeymoon phase. The jokes were funny, the kisses were sweet, the words were beautiful... until they weren't.

You could never pinpoint exactly what happened, but one day, he just snapped.

*flashback brought to you by my depressed mood caused by greys anatomy*

You and your current boyfriend were hanging out together at his house. You were sprawled across his bed reading a book as he sat on the floor and played video games.

Suddenly your phone lit up with the reminder that you were supposed to be getting ready for a friends party that was later that day. You grabbed your small bag you had brought with you that contained the outfit you wanted to change into and some makeup.

"Hey babe, would you mind leaving so I can change?" You asked absentmindedly, laying the clothes out on the bed and getting the makeup out of the bag.

"Why should I leave?" He responded.

"It's cool, I'll just go into the bathroom." You said, picking up your clothes.

"No, what I meant was, why can't you just change in front of me?"

"I don't... want to."

"And why not?" He said, turning off the game console to look at you, getting slightly frustrated.

"I'm just not ready to expose myself like that."

"Expose yourself?! We've been dating for two months and you can't even take your shirt off in front of me? What is that? Do you not trust me or something?"

"hey, i-"

"No. Shut up. Just go change in the bathroom or something you fucking prude"

Excuse me.

You scoffed, running your tongue along your bottom teeth. You shook your head and left the room as he turned back around to turn his game back on.

You went and got changed into a white crop top, black ripped jeans, white converse, and a red leather jacket that would accent the red lines on your white converse. You did your hair into a high ponytail, which you teased to create a sort of badass messy look. Then you swiped on some mascara and called it a day.

Who does he think he's calling a prude.

You didn't even bother going back upstairs into his room, so instead you went into the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of Gatorade and some string cheese. You say at the dining table, snaking on your food while scrolling through your twitter feed.

He finally came downstairs, dressed for the party. He wore a red shirt, black jeans, and the white sneakers you had brought him.

You smiled up at him, standing up and getting ready to walk out of the house. "Hey. Nice shoes there." You smiled.

"They're gross. I couldn't find any nice pair of white shoes so I had to settle for these."

"Those are the shoes I got you for our first anniversary after we went shopping and you wanted them but couldn't afford them. I came back a week later and used every penny of my saved pocket money to buy them for you. How completely gross, huh?"

You shoved past him, walking out of the door and getting into the car.

The car ride to the party was one that was filled with tension. You most definitely were not willing to break your grudge, and he just didn't know what to say.