#secretscribblings

Valentine’s cookie - Crush imagine

Warnings: Minor low self-esteem

Word count: 954

Y/C/N = Your crush’s name

Y/C/N/N = Your crush’s nickname

Y/B/F/N = Your best friend’s name

Y/F/N = Your friend’s name

Y/N = Your name

It was Valentine’s day and this year your school had decided to give out Valentine’s cookies. It was the hype of the school, however you weren’t that optimistic. No boys really give you any interest any more than an acquaintance kind of level, you felt like you weren’t exactly what boys looked for in a person. The cookies were being given out by your school house’s captains during 5&6th period when you unfortunately had double RE; the only good thing in this class is that your crush sits right next to you. However a popular girl who sits on your table likes to (what you hope) playfully flirt with your crush, and you couldn’t exactly say that, that thought thrilled you.

As the school bell rings for the end of lunch, you find your best friend, Y/B/F/N and walk with her to your next class.

“So, who are you expecting a Valentine’s cookie from?” She playfully raises her eyebrows at me while smirking.

“No-one, you of all people should know that.” Y/B/F/N was aware of your crush on Y/C/N but you were hoping that she had momentarily forgotten about that. Your hopes crashed as you heard her next sentence.

“Not by a certain Y/C/N, huh?”

“He doesn’t like me like that; he only sees me as a friend, as does every other boy in any of our classes.” You reply, you try and act as if it doesn’t bother you but the fact is that it does. As does the fact that you haven’t had your first kiss yet. Yes, you had virgin lips.

“I honestly have no idea how you are so blind to the way he looks at you.” Y/B/F/N looks at you again and weakly shakes her head, “You’ll see someday Y/N”

“What will Y/N see someday? Huh?” Y/C/N interrupts, his body towering over you, he was a good 6ft giant, whilst you stay at 5’3” like you had since you were 13; it was easier to cope with when your best friend is actually shorter than you.

“Nothing Y/C/N/N, Y/B/F/N is just caught up in her fantasy world yet again.” You brush him off, as a consequence Y/B/F/N shoves you in the shoulder, pushing you into the wall.

“Nothing new there then.” Y/C/N mutters, although you heard him and gave him a high-five, confusing your best friend and other people nosing into your conversation. Finally the RE teacher turned up and started teaching the lesson.

20 minutes of boring droning, dad jokes and an extremely poor excuse of humour; your teacher finally allows you to get on with your work while talking. Your exercise for today was to state and define what the qualities of good and evil are in a Christian’s point of view. You always found work a tad difficult for two reasons, the first reason being that you had really bad concentration skills, the other being that Y/C/N has an overpowering boy smell to him. It was hard to describe, it was strong but it wasn’t a deodorant, a cologne possibly. You could never pinpoint what smell it was but it was easily one of your favourite smells.

Noticeably loudly, the classroom door opens and you recognised some of your house representatives, a couple being friends of yours. One of the said friends winked at you as soon as she noticed you in the room, confusing you; you were completely baffled at what she was trying to insinuate. She couldn’t be implying that you had a valentine’s cookie because that was foolish; who would do that?

They started listing off several names of your classmates, handing out the rather cute heart shaped chocolate chip cookies. Then Y/F/N spun around on their heels and looked you dead in the eye with a glint of something in their eye.

“And last but not least Y/N.” Your mouth dropped open as your mind went blank before going into an overdrive: who would do this? Why would they do this? Is this some kind of cruel joke? That is a new level of cruel. You were shaken out of your rambling thoughts when Y/F/N placed the valentine’s cookie in front of you before proceeded to continue on their rounds around the school.

“I get that everyone is a bit excited but I have to ask all of those who received a cookie that you put them away so that you can continue with your work.” Your RE teacher had a habit of ruining moments, unhappily you had to put your cookie away without knowing who gave it to you. And it honestly killed you not knowing.

It seemed like hours before the school bell finally rang releasing you from your personal prison. Y/B/F/N literally jumps on you attacking you from behind.

“Who’s it from?! Y/N! Tell me, tell me!” She reminds you a lot like a hyperactive bunny.

“Calm down Y/B/F/N, I don’t even know yet.”

“Well? What are you waiting for? Open it!” She practically yells at you, nevertheless you listen to her; digging the cookie out of your pocket and looking at the small tag attached to the bag:

‘Dear Y/N,

Bet I surprised you hey? You always seem to surprise me so I decided to return the favour. You really are blind, everyone else appeared to see but you. You honestly are the most beautiful person I know, inside and out. Meet me by our usual spot after school.