you looked at him through your long lashes, eyes peering over the pages of the book you were pretending to read. he was popular; star of the football team, tons of friends, all the girls wanted him and all of the guys wanted to be him. he sat diagonal a few seats in front of you, and as hard as you tried, your eyes couldn’t focus on the words in front of you, but instead they kept drifting in his direction, staring at him as he copied notes into his notebook. you couldn’t help but notice every small thing about him, like from how effortlessly his brown hair was styled to the way his eyes darted over the page he was writing on. you were completely and utterly in a daze as you stared at him in awe, which is why when he glanced in your direction, you were frozen in your place. coming to your senses you gasped quietly and hid behind your book in hopes of hiding the deep blush on your cheeks and the fact that you were so blantantly staring at him. distracted by your own embarrassment you didn’t notice the smile on his face, because as curious as you were about him, he was just as curious about you, too.

(wooooo a small blurb because I’m way too tired to write a full imagine :( but I wrote this supa fast without proofreading, just a lil something I thought up a few minutes ago. it’s cute but cliche but who cares not me!!!! maybe I’ll write a full imagine on this idk, is anyone even reading this still idk, but gn ♡)

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.