Ringo Imagine:

You were the bad girl in school. You were popular. You loved to break the rules. You were reckless and careless of what others thought about you. You wore black leather jackets and ripped jeans. You loved to tease your friends and act up during class. The classic bad girl.

So it why was it that you were so desperately in love with the nicest boy in school, Richard Starkey?

Richard was simply lovable. He had the most adorable personality and was kind to pretty much everyone, even to those who don't deserve it. Such as me, you thought to yourself bitterly. He's way too good for me... He could never share the same feelings as me.

Everyday, you scold yourself for having such feelings for him. You hated that you could feel this way towards a kid so kind and handsome. You felt that you didn't deserve to have these feelings, and you felt that you most certainly did not deserve Richard's love.

And so, to cover up these emotions, you were always rude to him. You made it seem like you hated him, which could only be described as an enormous lie.

"Miss Y/L/N," your drama teacher sighed as you walked into the classroom, ten minutes late. "How lovely of you to join us. Would you care to grace us with the explanation as to why you were late?"

"Well, I wasn't planning on coming, you see," you yawned, smirking as the class snickered at your remark. "But then I decided I didn't want the principal to see me out of class. See, he almost caught me leaving."

Your teacher frowned as the class dissolved into giggles. "Y/N, this is your third late this week. I'm going to have to give you detention."

You rolled your eyes and made to snap another nasty retort, when a voice at the back called out, "Ma'am, please, she didn't mean that."

You looked up to see Richard standing up, for he had been the one to speak up for you. When he saw you staring at him, he winked at you, his blue eyes twinkling, making your heart flutter madly against your chest.

"You see, ma'am, she wasn't feeling well at the end of lunch," he told the teacher. "So understandably, she wasn't able to come to class until she was feeling better."

The class snickered once again, only this time, at you rather than with you. You contained your blush and started to say, "Uh, actually-"

"How do you know this, Mr. Starkey?" the teacher asked, cutting you off and sending you a concerned look, making you stare at your boots.

"She told me," Richard responded without a trace of embarrassment. "She and I are good friends. She told me how she was feeling before I left to class. I would've stayed with her, but I couldn't go with her to the lady's room."

This seemed a story good enough for your teacher. "Y/N, will you be able to continue your day?" she asked you worriedly.

"I'm fine!" you said loudly, utterly embarrassed.

Sighing, you stormed towards your seat next to Richard and glared at him. Of course, you were thankful that he helped you avoid detention, but you hated him for making you feel this way towards him.

"I didn't need your help," you snapped quietly at him as the teacher continued her lesson. "I could've gotten out of that myself."

"Actually, it looked like you were gonna land yourself something worse than a detention," Richard whispered back, though he didn't sound indignant or offended. Rather, he was sheepishly smiling at you.

"I... didn't need your help," you repeated in a hissing whisper, a blush creeping up to your cheeks.

He decided to drop it, winked at you once again, and turned back to the class.

As usual, you zoned out and blocked the teacher's voice, your eyes turning hazy and distant as you stared down at your desk.

"Richard and Y/N," your teacher suddenly called.

You snapped your head up. "Huh?"

"We're partners for this assignment," Richard whispered to you.

"Oh," you said silently. "Um... what's the assignment?"

Your teacher sighed. "Y/N, pay attention!" she snapped. "Richard can tell you what you're supposed to do."

As she was calling out more pairs, Richard muttered to you, "We're supposed to compose a romantic play..."

"A what?" you gasped, scowling.

"I don't think we have a choice," he said, and this time he wasn't smiling. He looked... nervous.

"For God's sakes," you mumbled, blushing furiously. You would give anything to have a romance with Richard, but of course he would turn you away. You were the bad girl, and he was a lovely boy. At least you could pretend to have a romance with him... in your play. That alone was good enough for you.

"I have a few ideas, if that's okay," Richard said shyly.

"Hm?" you looked back up and gazed into his sparkling blue eyes. "Oh... uh, sure. Go ahead."

"Could we meet after school?" he asked. "Class is almost over. I mean... if you want to."

You saw redness burn his cheeks, making your heart hammer madly against your chest. "My parents won't be home tonight," you said. "Just... come to my house. Here..."

You ripped out a small piece of paper from your notebook and scribbled in your address. You handed it to Richard, who was smiling once again. You contained your dreamy sigh; his smile brightened up the whole gloomy room.

"See you after school then," he said cheerfully as the bell rang.

***

"So it could be a school setting," Richard said.

You nodded absentmindedly and stared at him through dilated eyes. At your home, you two set to work, sitting next to each other on the couch in the living room with no one to bother you. Focus, you thought to yourself firmly.

"It could be about a girl who always gets into trouble," he continued quietly, looking away from you and staring at his notebook. "And a guy who... who's a goody-two-shoes and has feelings for the girl, but knows it probably can't happen because he wouldn't be her type..."

You stared. "And... what if she does like him back?" you asked silently.

Richard glanced back up at you, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "Then they would share a passionate kiss at the end," he murmured.

You didn't realize he was leaning towards you until after he said this. Your heart was pounding in your ears, and your cheeks were rosy.

His lips connected with yours, engulfing you into a passionate kiss, just the way he described it. You sighed softly against his warm lips, melting against him with the love you have held for him since you started high school.

Once you parted away, he cheekily smiled that adorable grin. "Do you know how long I've been wanting to do that?" he said sheepishly.

"You?" you said incredulously. "What about me? I've been in love with you since the ninth grade!"

"So let me get this straight," he said. "You've been into me since the ninth grade, just like me, and we never did anything about it until now, three years later?"

You blinked. "Yeah, seems about right," you chuckled.

"Well... I guess we can both be idiots together," he teased.

You laughed loudly and nodded.

"Together."

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