can you pls do a imagine where eric hurts you at p.e class and gets all worried and that's how you to met? 😘
You felt the air rush past your face as the red ball battled past you. Inches away from colliding with you.
Gym class was not your most favourite classes but it wasn’t your most hated. You scanned the other teams remaining players. 3 guys and one girl vs you and 2 other girls. Slim chances of victory, but you’d go down at least trying.
A sharp blast from the coach’s whistle startled you. As your fallen teammates of the round limped off court. You grabbed a quick mouthful from your water bottle and watched the other side of the court.
The other team were huddled and whispering together, stealing glances over towards you and your teammates. You were as good as alone with your remaining team. They were too worried about breaking a nail than actually concentrating .
Coach yelled for the game to resume. As you figured your two remaining teammates were dispatched quickly. But not before you took out the other teams female player and one of their guys.
‘4 against one…. Yay’ you thought miserably. You dodged ball after ball, stirring up your fallen team.
“Y/N!, Y/N!, Y/N!, Y/N!…” they chanted. You watched closely as one of the guys from the other team get red in the face with anger. Dodging two more oncoming balls, the guy hurled his ball towards your feet just as you dodged another ball. As you landed your feet glanced the ball he’d thrown, causing your ankles to buckle and send you crashing painfully to the floor. A collective gasp echoed around the gymnasium.
“What the hell dude!” Your growled, running your throbbing knee. The guy had the decency to look shocked and dumbfounded.
“Y/n..I’m sorry! Are you ok? I didn’t-…” he stammered before you cut him off.
“Save it Harris!” You spat and limped away to the showers.
You sighed happily as the end of day bell shrilled in your ears. You knee still throbbed slightly from earlier in the day when douche-baggings Eric Harris nailed you in gym. He was such a intense person. You’d seen him stalking the hallways with his friends numerous times, in their trench coats and dark faces.
You quickly made it to you car, only to find none other than Eric himself placing a folded note under your wiper blade.
“What are doing Harris? What the hell do you want?” You asked in a tired voice. You so couldn’t be bothered right now with this shit. All you wanted to do was go home, take a hot shower and relax to your favourite tunes.
“Look y/n, I feel terrible about what happened, I get competitive but that’s no fucking excuse. I just wanted to say I’m really really sorry and if you’d maybe like to get to know me you might not think I’m such a asshole….”
You looked at the note in his hand and took it gently and smiled shyly. You pushed past him smiling.
“Maybe I will Harris, but you better not be a even bigger asshole than you seem” you grinned at his confused and concerned face.
You drove home with a huge grin plastered against your face. You’d pulled over when curiosity got the better of you and read Eric’s note. He’d signed the bottom with his AOL user name. You knew as soon as you got home your plans had changed. It was gonna be a looooong night of learning more about the mysterious Eric Harris….