I dedicate this to a friend whose name is also Ana, so no, I did not write this Imagine for myself. :D If anyone wants one send me a request in my ask box. Love you all! Enjoy the Imagine! <3
It was cold. It wasn’t just cold. It was absolutely freezing. The kind of make-you-wish-there-was-a-hole-nearby-that-you-could-crawl-in-because-even-that-would-be-better-than-being-out-in-this-weather freezing. And I had to be out, because I had to walk to school on this oh, so “wonderful” day.
I rubbed my hands together to keep warm as I walked towards school. It could have at least snowed. It might have made this awful weather a bit more bearable. But, of course, it did not, because this winter just happened to like being cruel to the human race.
I heaved a sigh of relief as I walked into the building. Never in my life had I been so relieved to walk into school. Hey, when compared to the North Pole outside even first period Chemistry was better.
As I walked towards my locker I could feel someone’s eyes on me. They literally were piercing through me like a laser. Don’t flatter yourself, I haven’t gained any superhuman powers in the last few days that I didn’t know about until now. I knew exactly who it was. I’d been expecting him to be here.
Deciding to ignore the stare cutting through like a laser, I calmly took out my Chemistry books from the locker and closed it shut.
So far, so good. Now, I only had to walk down the hallway. I turned my head to the left “admiring” the posters plastered on the brightly colored school walls and walked ahead.
Damn, so close!
"How many times, Michael? Go away!" I swiveled around to face him.
He smirked. “You can’t avoid me. You do know that, right?”
Michael Clifford. The hottest guy in school. The guy that every girl pined for. The guy every girl wanted and every guy wanted to be… Except for me.
Okay, that’s not entirely true. I could and I did appreciate Michael’s good looks. I will admit that his smile made my heart skip a beat. Okay, maybe even two or three. Can you judge me? He’s Michael Clifford, okay?
But the fact that he was chasing after me didn’t make him as much desirable for me. Frankly speaking, I didn’t like the hounding much. It annoyed me. It annoyed me even though we’re talking about Michael Clifford, THE Michael Clifford.
"You do realize this is a form of stalking, right?" I mocked his tone of voice.
"Oh, really?" he said with an even more alluring tone of voice, leaning in a bit closer. His breath smelled minty fresh and whatever cologne he was wearing must have had some secret ingredient nobody knew about, because it was hypnotizing me.
"Just go away and leave me alone!" I snapped, but I felt my voice waver a bit. He must have noticed, because he gave me one of his signature smirks again.
I rolled my eyes and started walking away. However, I didn’t get as much of a chance to get away as I’d hoped. And I needed it. I needed to get away from him and his intoxicating cologne.
I pulled on my wrist, the wrist which he had grabbed and he was now holding onto. I felt slight tingling on my skin, but I chose to ignore it. Okay, maybe not so much chose as fought.
"My answer is still no." I said plainly, without turning towards him.
"Why do you deny it, Ana?" he said, emphasizing my name. "You know you like me. Save yourself the trouble and say yes."
And that made me snap. I turned towards him.
"I do not like you, Michael Clifford!" I said, putting the same emphasis on his name as he had on mine. "If I did I would have said yes to your offer to go out with you. You might think you’re all that and that girls just have to fall at your feet, but that’s not the way it goes. It’s not always going to be that way. There is always going to be that one person that’ll turn you down. In this case, that person is going to be me!"
I was fuming. I pulled my wrist from his grip and started speed-walking towards my next class, which I was already late for thanks to Michael. Thank you, oh, so very much, Michael. And that is sarcasm right there. I also noted the dirty looks I was getting from some of the girls, because apparently, I was the crazy girl who’d just turned down Michael Clifford. Any of them would have given up all of their possessions and probably sold their souls to have that opportunity. You may think I am exaggerating a bit there, but honestly, I am not.
I stormed through the hallway. I knew he was following, but I didn’t even care. All I wanted was to get to class. And fortunately for me, he gave up.
He just stopped in the middle of the hallway and very simply said, “You are very hard to get, do you know that?”
And I had the decency to turn around, give him a tight smile and say, “As far as you’re concerned, I am impossible to get.”
But as I learned later, that wasn’t true either.
Two periods later and I was walking out of school. I never ate in the Cafeteria, because the food there was just disgusting. Nobody did. I didn’t even know why they still cooked anything. The whole cafeteria was basically empty at lunch time. Only the poor innocent freshmen and any poor new student that happened to be there would eat there. And after a few days they, too, would learn their lesson.
It was then that it happened. I’d been happily walking down the school steps towards the parking lot where my car was parked when a very familiar voice - and a voice that I did not want to hear right now - called after me.
Instead of turning around I continued walking.
I’d been kept a bit later by the Chemistry teacher that had assigned a project to me and some girl named Michelle Sanders, who I’d never even heard of, because apparently we were the best students in class. How that happened I don’t even know, because as I have probably mentioned a million times before I despise Chemistry.
This meant that everyone had already gone to lunch, so the parking lot was windswept. Completely empty.
"Wait up!" Here we go again.
I hastened my pace.
"You can’t stay mad at me forever!"
"Watch me!" I called back.
"Oh, come on! Let’s talk about this."
I stopped and turned around. Not because I wanted to talk about anything with Michael Clifford, but because I could hear the pain in his voice. I might have been imagining it, but he did sound hurt.
"What is it, Michael?" I said, letting out a sigh of exasperation.
"I want to talk to you." he said, focusing his bright green eyes on you. They reminded me of autumn leaves. You know, the kind that are brown, but not entirely brown. They have green shades here and there. And they’re a beautiful sight. And I could stare at them all day and just drown in them. And… Wait, no, stop.
"Then talk." I said, averting my gaze.
"Look, when I asked you out, I actually meant it."
Now, I turned around again and narrowed my eyes.
"What do you mean?" I asked suspiciously.
He sighed. “Ana, I know you think you’re just another conquest, but you’re not. I know I may seem like a player. I know I tend to act like one. I know I tend to be a jerk from time to time, but this time I actually do mean it. I really really like you.”
"Oh, you do, do you?" I snorted. "Just like you liked Avery, Alexandra, Brooke, Trisha, Alexis…. Shall I go on?"
"I never said I liked them. Not to them, not to anyone. They were throwing themselves at me." he paused and looked at me with those beautiful eyes of his again. "You’re different. You never did that. You always stood your ground and that’s what I love about you."
Despite my anger, I smiled.
"That’s just one of the things. I love everything about you." he went on, "I love the way you sometimes secretly smile at me in class when you think I’m not looking. I love the way you look when you focus while solving a hard Math problem. I love the way you tug on your shirt when you’re nervous. I love the way you run your hands through your hair. I even love the way you look at me when you’re angry. Even though you look like you might murder me, I know you’d never do anything to hurt me." he stopped and just stood looking at me for a while.
"Well, go on." I said, smiling.
"I don’t think that what I feel can be said. I think it has to be shown." he said, that signature devious smirk lining his features. Slowly he leaned towards me and crashed his lips onto mine.
Normally, I would have pushed him away. I would have slapped him. I would have done anything to get him away from me.
Then again, normally, I wouldn’t have even gotten myself into this situation. But I was glad I had. Because Michael wasn’t so bad after all. All that he said seemed genuine enough.
But at this moment I didn’t care much about what he said. I liked what he was doing right now. He had pulled me in close and had his hands wrapped tightly around my waist and it didn’t seem like he wanted to let go any time soon. And I could definitely feel sparks. It might sound cheesy, but I could even faintly hear the Fireworks.
Slowly he pulled away. My lips tingled from his touch. Neither of us spoke. Both of us were breathing heavily and staring at each other.
I was the first to speak.
I smiled and nodded. “You know what, Michael? Yes. I say ‘Yes’.”
He grinned and raised his hands in the air as a sign of victory. Then he titled his head a little and raised an eyebrow at me. Then slowly, he pulled me in again for yet another kiss of the kisses, the dreamy kisses, that would follow in the future.