Fuckboy|imagine

                                    

                                          
Your POV
                          
It's a great day at school and I was goofing around with my besties, until someone bumped into me. It was Chris, the fuckboy that every girl in the school likes, every girl except from me. "Watch where you're going!" I said "Sorry hottie!" His said running a hand through his hair
                          
"Don't call me that!" "Oh come on, you like it!" He said confident "Yeah, not really Chris!" "Y/n, you do realise that by turning me down, you only attract me more?"
                          
"What a shame I like good boys, huh?" I told him "How do you know I'm not good?"
                          
"I think you forgot how everyone calls you!" I spat
                          
"They don't really know me! They assume I'm a fuckboy, because of how I dress and talk!" "Oh so all the girls you hooked up with don't count as a reason!"
                          
"No, those are rumors Y/n!" He said
                          
"Of caurse, all of that were rumors!" I said fake smiling "So you believe me?" He smiled back "Of course not, that's the kind of stuff fuckboys say. And why are like apologizing to me about your 'fuckboyness' anyway?" I sassily asked
                          
"Is it so bad I don't want you to think of me as a fuckboy?" He said taking my hand in his
                          
"I just don't understand why!" I said, but didn't pull my hand away
                          
"Cuz out of all these girls trying to get with me, I like you, the only innocent girl around!" He said
                          
"Maybe you aren't bad after all!" I said