why don't we imagines

In another life// J.M

I stared at him from across the noisy classroom, the teacher left to do something and it turned into a teenage tornado. Desks were flipped and everyone was yelling but I didn't mind because all I could really see was his perfect smile chuckling from a joke his friend says. My heart flutters and skips a beat as he turned his head towards me, we locked eye contact and he gave off a little wave still smiling. My cheeks grew warm and I look down smiling, he doesn't know my name but sometimes I like to fantasize a world with him. Just stare off into space with him and me in a happily ever after story. I know pretty weird but it's grown a weird habit.

He walked over to me smiling..... My friend nudged my arm to signal me to look up. My hair fell onto my face as I looked up at her/him. I gave them a 'what!' Face as they looked past me then at me again, I rolled my eyes and looked next to me only to come face to face with Jonah Marais.

I tried to speak but was lost looking for the right thing to say to such an amazingly handsome human being. The lump in my throat began to get bigger and bigger but soon he spoke. With his gentle raspy voice he said

Jonah-Hey

A chuckle following after, he smiled looking at my lost reaction

Y-H-Hi....

I stutter still completely lost

Jo-I uh... I saw you stare at me and just wanted to say hey

He twiddled with his fingers while swaying back and forth.

Y-oh...haha yeah sorry about that. I got lost in my head

I say chuckling trying to come up with an excuse. He smiles and then opens his mouth about to say something but then interrupted by someone throwing a price of paper at me.

Nope. That wasn't apart of the fantasy someone actually threw a price of paper at me. The piece of paper that was crumpled up into a small ball knocked my glasses off my face, it hit my temple and boy did it hurt. My black RayBan glasses fell onto the concreted ground. And right as the sound of the plastic hitting the ground and glass shattering the room goes quiet.

My heart sank into my stomach and I rubbed my eyes, I looked around and saw the popular girls giggling and whispering to one another.

Dammit.

But all I could think of is how my mom is going to kill me, she already hates me enough but my glasses broke and no matter what no excuse will make her not forgive me. I put my head into my hands and sigh. Fuck.

I pick up the fame and started cleaning up the glasses, getting cuts everywhere but I didn't feel anything. Bleeding through my hands I throw most of them away but just kept one a really sharp one.

Then the class went back to being noisy

I looked at the crumped piece of paper and unravel it.

HE WILL NEVER LOVE YOU. KILL YOURSELF FREAK

Written in big bold letters I couldn't see the signs clearer than I could right now.

Y-REALLY FUNNY!

I scream from across the room grabbing everyone's attention. My voice echoing with power. I hold the note up

Y-So smart to tell a girl to commit suicide, right? You know I've dealt with your bullshit for all my life, I AM DONE

My voice filled with emotions that I didn't know I had. The class was completely silent as she sat there and stared at me. I heard my heart pounding and I felt anger, pure anger. I took out my pocket knife and I saw the fear that took over her body, I threw it straight down as the blade went throwing the desk. Closing her eyes she peeked and sighed but I was already out the door by then. Done with school.