bro the 10 things i hate about you bloopers??? so??? good??? my heart????

anygay

have this cliche

tw: f slur, homophobia, bullying AND SMUT IF U JUDGE ME IM
BLOCKING U NO HESITATIONS

(this is the longest one shot ever so
goddamn grab some popcorn or smth idk)

Alex

"Hey there," I blink, looking up at John Laurens as he sits in front of me.

"...Are you lost?" I raise an eyebrow at him, staring him up and down. John isn't exactly... anywhere near whatever the fuck I am. He's... dreamy I suppose. Everyone likes him, girls, guys, and those who have the sense to do away with the whole affair, though he's only interested in two of those options. And it ain't girls.

He's the pretty boy of the school I suppose. That's his group. He hangs around with the popular people, the ones who everyone likes. He's amazing, and self centred, and generally an asshole. He somehow manages to walk the line between annoying twat and cute innocent whatever. He has one foot on each side and somehow he's balancing.

And my group?

You've got to be shitting me, does it look like I have a group? No, I ride solo. One man act. Fancy way of saying I'm a loner really. But it's fine that way. I don't need friends. I wouldn't say I'm edgy... no that's weird, but to put it simply the best way to describe me is the things people shout at me on the street, mostly from my school, which are mainly fag, and emo. I'm
not even emo, they need to learn their subcultures.

I just prefer wearing black, and having long dark hair, and wearing eyeliner, and liking boys a bit more than I like girls, and painting my nails black, and wearing jewellery, and keeping to myself. I find my sketchbook more interesting than any asshole from this school.

"Nope," He grins 'cutely', popping the 'p'. "I'm right where I wanna be." I stare at him, blinking in cringe and confusion.

"Ok... Can I help you?" I ask, frowning. It's not like we've ever talked before. This is the first time he's ever deigned himself to speak to me. Prick.

Oh, I see, its like why you see in those movies and books, it's some sort of dare so that he can laugh about it with his friends when I fall for his fakeness. What a bitch move. Talking to the loner and showing affection to him
is funny, is it?

See, this is why he's a dick.

"No, just be you...?" He smiles at me and I pull a disgusted face.

"Gross." I stand up, grabbing my bag and slinging it over one shoulder.

"Where are you going?" He pouts.

"What the fuck, like I have to tell you." I glare at him, before leaving the cafeteria. What an asshole.

John

God I really just wanna make him mine.

Ok ew that sounds possessive and creepy, I'm
not like that I swear.

It's just the thought of being able to walk up to him in front of the people at school, so carelessly, and kiss him or hold his hand or hug him without a second though just gives me butterflies.

He's so cute.

It would fluster him.

That would be even more adorable.

And today I actually got the courage to speak to him?! It was amazing. He spoke to me!

I know what he seems like, the freak who wears black, never talks to anyone and is never seen without that notebook. He's so secretive, I hardly know anything about him, always scribbling away. But honestly? He's kinda hot.

He is, I don't know what it is about him, maybe it's his hair, or his eyes, or his personality or the way he dresses but I kinda wanna make out with him.

I've had a crush on him for nearly 2 years and I've never said anything.

But he's so cute. I love it when he looks at me. And he doesn't do it often. But sometimes, just sometimes he does, stealing quick glances.

Everything he does makes me fall for him
more.

I blush, and I press my face into my hands. He's adorable and he doesn't even know it.

"Hey, were you really talking to the freak?" Angelica comes over to where I'm sitting, and I look at her.

"Oh come on don't be like that-" I start in protest, but I'm interrupted.

"Oh please, everyone knows he's a freak, a fucking emo, and a slut too I bet." Laf rolls his eyes, checking his nails.

"You're his brother!"

"Ugh don't remind me. It's only legally, that freaks adopted, at least I'm not related to him by blood." He sighs, rolling his eyes. "I'd kill myself!"

I grimace, staring at him.

"I mean, he could wear a little colour, right?" Peggy stares at where he was sitting, almost as if he was still there. "It's almost like he's trying to make himself such an emo. And try talking to people, he's doing this to himself you know."

I swallow, hard, my throat having gone dry, staring at me so called friends as they bitch about my crush.

"You can't hang out with people like him." Laf says, looking at me.

"Why?"

"Cause if you do then people will think you're a freak too."

I look down, but I can't argue. I can't do anything. Maybe they're right...?

time skip cause plz can i have a bf? thanks

It's the end of the day now, thank god, and I'm
walking out of school with my friends. Sometimes they can be alright. We can joke, we can have fun, they can be kind of decent.

I spot Alex out of the corner of my eye, and I turn to gay panic eye fuck him, but I notice him about a second before my friends.

Immediately, they start to heckle him, yelling out boring, basic things along the lines of "Emo!" and "Wrist reveal?" which is downright gross.

I shift on my feet, looking away.

"Go fuck yourself!" He yells back, turning around and walking backwards as he flips us off with both hands.

Holy shit that was hot.

I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks as I stare at him, wide eyed. Damn, sometimes he really is sexy.

Shut up John, don't get horny, why do you always forget you have a dick?! People will know if you get horny, stupid.

"Where's he even going, don't you guys live in the same house?" Eliza laughs to Laf, who grimaces.

"He's edgy so he likes to take a long route," He complains as I watch Alex walk in the other direction, "And come back late."

Fuck that would be a perfect excuse to talk to him.

Screw it.

"Oh shoot, guys, I left a few textbooks at school, you guys go without me." I smile sympathetically, and they all smile and continue, chatting together.

The second they're gone I don't hesitate to run in the direction Alex went, down the small path, but I stop running when I see him. Can't look like I've been trying, you know? I catch my breath, and I stare at him from a distance, him
sitting on a wall, looking down, probably scrawling away in his notebook.

I walk down the path, towards him, stopping when I get to him. "Hey there." I smile, and he looks at me.

"You again?"

"Seems so."

"You following me?"

"...No."

There's a moment of silence, and when he speaks again his voice sounds slightly delicate, as if he might cry. "Your friends really suck you know..."

I sigh, "Yeah I know. They can be assholes sometimes. Not just sometimes actually, a lot of the time."

"So why are you still hanging out with them?"

"If I could ditch them I would."

"So what's it with you lover boy, you think you're the different one?" He raises an eyebrow at me, and the nickname makes my heart skip a beat.

"Sure." I shrug, smiling at him. "Why, do you want me to be?"

"Don't play games with me John," He stares me down, though the ghost of a playful smirk rests on his lips.

"I'm not playing any games, I just asked a question."

He blinks. "So what, you fancy yourself the different one? The nicer one?"

"I mean, I hope so." I sigh, "However cringy it may sound, I'm not like them. I think. God I hope so, they can be such bitches sometimes, I mean, if they ever found out I think you're cute I'm never gonna hear the end of it." I laugh, then I freeze as I realise what I just said.

OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST JOHN-

I stare at him, and he just stares at me, and I feel myself blush before I give in and just sprint in the other direction.

Why are you such an idiot?

Alex (and a mini time skip)

I walk into the house, holding my sketchbook tight to my chest. I don't say anything, but I lock the door behind me, and go up the first flight of stairs.

I know Lafayette is here, and I hope to god he won't see me. He's in John's group, but more of an asshole. He definitely doesn't want to be my brother.

I go across the hall, sighing a silent sigh of relief when I see his door is closed, and I go up the other stairs. I'm the only room on this floor, the only one up there. It really just goes to show how much I'm alone.

I walk into my bedroom, dropping my school bag on the floor, and walk silently over to my bed, flopping down on it, and hugging my knees.

He thinks I'm cute?

It was kind of... adorable how he said it. The way it kind of just slipped out in the conversation, like he didn't even mean to, and how much he absolutely panicked, and just ran away. Is that why he's so nervous around me?

I blush, and hide my face with my hoodie. He's kind of cute himself.

I saw him blush when I told his friends to go fuck themselves. No way, did he actually find that attractive?

I cant believe that John Laurens thinks I'm cute.

Does that mean he likes me?

No way, this has to be some sort of prank. No way he has a crush on me. I mean cmon, it's me. I'm not even that good looking.

But... it seemed so real.

Maybe it was? Maybe he likes me?

No way.

John Laurens has a crush on me?!

This is....

an interesting revelation.

****

I stare at John, laying back on the bed, propped up by my elbows, as he hovers over me. He finally kisses me, and I give in, shutting my eyes and wrapping my arms around him, letting myself fall backwards.

He kisses me softly at first, but soon he deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth, it becoming more heated, and I find my fingers entangled in his hair, pulling him closer, unwilling to let go.

His fingers glide down my chest, all the way down, until I feel them slip under my shirt and softly brush over my skin, his cool fingers sending shivers up my spine, and I can't help but let a small noise escape my mouth. One of his hands slips under my shirt, placing his hand on my tummy, and the sensation of just human touch feels so nice... I cant help but crave more.

His hand slowly wonders up to my chest, and I soon find him tugging off my shirt, our lips disconnecting.

I feel shy, for some unknown reason, I feel really shy being shirtless in front of him. I blush and look away.

"Are you ok?" He whispers.

I nod shyly, still unable to look at him, and I feel him run a hand down my naked torso.

"Can I continue?"

I look back towards him, met with his dazzlingly warm green eyes, that basically seduce me there and then. "Please." I nod.

He kisses me again, and I revel in his touch, holding him close, our lips only breaking apart as he takes off his own shirt. I hold him closer. I like this, I like the feeling of his skin on mine, I like the feeling of another person with me, the  weight of him. I like it all.

Eventually, we become breathless, unable to kiss, panting, our lips brush over each other's as we hold each other close. I never want to let him go.

His lips stray from mine, kissing down my jawline, and onto my neck. A small breathy moan escapes my lips as he adorns my neck with small kisses and bites, even sucking a hickey into one spot.

His lips trail down, his sweet kisses straying their way onto my chest, yet they don't stop, making their way further down too, kissing my tummy, slowly creeping lower and lower.

I shut my eyes, pressing a hand to my mouth as he runs his lips over the tent in my pants. The action sends shivers all along my body, and I gasp at the sensation.

I open my eyes slowly, gazing at him in-between my legs, his eyes searching for consent and I nod. Slowly, his hands unbutton my jeans, and he pulls them off.

I blink at him, my face flushing, as he runs his fingers up my thighs, then leans in and kisses me again.

I pull him close to my body, holding him tight, desperate, never wanting him to let me go. His leg shifts, and he brings it up between my legs and pressing softly on the bulge in my underwear. I moan into his mouth as he repeats the action, and-

****

My eyes snap open.

Oh.

Oh my god.

It was only a dream...

I sit up, rubbing my eyes.

Wait why do I sound disappointed? No I'm glad it was only a dream. Or am I...

Shut up shut up shut up!

God what am I, 12?! Are you kidding me?! A wet dream?! Those are for like little babies first going through puberty, I'm 17 for gods sake. And why him?!

And why was it so good.

I turn and press my face into my pillow and scream.

time skip cause having a dick would be funny

I hate walking into school.

It's the worst bit, I can do everything else, I can somewhat get through the day, but walking in just feels like you're making a commitment to hell, and it's the worst feeling.

I keep my eyes fixed at the floor, head down as I walk. I don't want anyone to see my face but him. Ok no ew, that sounds gross.

It's just that

he called me cute

so I might have put a little bit more effort into my appearance than usual.

Instead of super messy done in 30 seconds eyeliner, I tried a bit, and it looked vaguely neater. And slightly nicer. I also used some concealer for the bags under my eyes, though it doesn't even properly cover them, but makes them slightly lighter.

I also put on  a clean hoodie, though it looks the same as the last one.

As I was changing, I caught sight of my shirtless self in the mirror, and I couldn't help but stare at my neck where John gave me the hickey in my dream. I felt myself run my fingers over the spot, and feel weirdly disappointed when I knew that there was nothing there.

I didn't even see John until lunch time, and I spent the entire morning fighting the urge to run to the bathrooms and wash it all off.

But I left myself like that. God knows why. It's not like I even like him. It's just that no one has ever called me cute before. Actually, I haven't got a compliment in a hot minute, so it felt nice. Gave me some stupid serotonin.

When I did see him, it was outside, and I was literally just standing, minding my own business, when I spot him.

I feel weirdly happy and nervous at the same time. What if he just pretends that it never happens, and he doesn't even speak to me? Or if he comes up with all his friends and laughs, saying it was a joke? I don't know which would be worse.

But he laughs with his friends, and goddamn he's actually kind of fine, and looks away from
his group, and looks at me, direct eye contact. He stares at me, his cheeks slowly heating up, and I blink, staring to blush myself.

Alex, you're a fucking bimbo.

Slowly, he breaks away from the group, and walks over to me, fiddling nervously with his hands, which is kind of cute.

As he comes up to me, he looks away, before looking back at me and starts to speak, stumbling over his words.  "So, I um, about yesterday, I just," He pauses, staring at me, "Holy shit you look hot, I mean, not that you don't every day, I mean, well, I, um, you, well, I-" He gives up on speaking, and just hides his face in his hands.

I smile to myself. "Are you always this much of a mess?"

"Yeah." He nods, his face still in his hands.

"Well I think it's cute."

He slowly moves his hands away from his face, and blinks at me. "I'm sorry, I never meant to say it like that, that is not how I wanted to confess at all."

"How did you wanna confess?"

"I don't know but not like that." He shifts on his feet. "So I, um, well fuck I suppose it's out in the open so why shouldn't I? Would you maybe wanna, go out with me, or like, be my um, boyfriend or something."

I look him up and down. That was so awkward theres no way it was fake. He's kind of cute. Should I...?

I bite my lip, "No..." I watch as his face falls, and the disappointment cracks on his face, "But only because we've had like two conversations. I wanna say yes, but I don't know you."

"So if you got to know me... you'd actually like, date me?"

"Sure, unless I don't like you anymore."

"Oh no, I promise, you'll love me." He smirks. "So it's like, like a free-trail dating?"

"Sure."

He smiles at me, a cunning smile that meant he's definitely up to something. He holds out his hand with one pinkie extended. I roll my eyes but lock pinkies with him. "You're on Lex. By the time this is over you're gonna be so totally head over heels for me."

ok there's 100% gonna be a part 2 cause i love this but it's 3000 words cut me some slack

also this would make a great book idea but like

maybe later

also fit check 🤪🤪

this was not proof read, like at all so