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If the bad short film happened a little differently ;)

not famous imagine

teenagers push eachother, and scurry to get back to their houses. while me, i'd do anything just to stay here at school and read a book with the librarian. i am not like most girls here. they wear short shorts, with tank tops, i would just love to wear sweatpants, with a t-shirt. and i do go to school like that. home is like your normal family, my mom working double shifts, my dad working full time, my sister going out with a different guy every day. you can tell who is the popular sister.

i bump into numerous people, since im not looking up. this book it's interesting. cant take my eyes off it. beckham has always been my favorite author. my book mark filled with doodles, of names of my classmates. im not weird, i just think although i dont talk to them i'll always remember him. one name catches my eye, wesley snipes.

he was a freshman drop out. or not really i guess. the story goes, that he's part of this gang of about fifty people. and its a secret, anyone can be in it who knows the shy boy you see with his head down can be apart of the gang.

anyways wesley was caught talking about a unknown plan, about the gang, and it was revealed that he was the leader. he was expelled, but in his own words "im quitting before being kicked out" and he never appeared around here again. there are still theories that people in the class are apart of it. its been two years. i bump into a stern masculine body, and my book falls loosing my page. i immediately go down to my knees and pick it back up.

"im sorry" daryll. daryll was the guy you always thought was very interesting. its almost as if he has a whole different life besides of being daryll. i look back at him. i dont say anything i just look at him, i cant say anything. im not used to talking to my classmates.

he gives me a small smile, which melts my heart. i stand back up with my book and he smiles again wand walks off. and just like that gone.

i wait till the hallways are empty and i overhear daryll talking to eric.

"daryll, listen i wanna say before you go, you did a real good job, i guess im proud of you"
"thank you"

i sigh, and go to subway. i dont go on the train or anything i sit down and read my book. no one is home anyways, what's the point. the subway is usually empty with a few people walking around here and there. today it felt different. an old mexican man walks buys.

i would always talk to him but he looked afraid. i looked to the left and there was a man walking up to him, actually 4 men. oh my gosh...its wesley. this is bad i need to get out if here.

"gimme a quarter" that's  daryll. daryll is part of wesley's gang? he's to sweet to be, oh gosh.
"no tengo chavo" suddenly wesley and two others guys shows up about to attack him.

"NO!" i scream without any thought. but im screwed now. all of them whip their heads towards me. now i know im screwed.

"who's this huh?" wesley lets go of the man and they all start walking towards me. my heart races and my thoughts are scrambled through my head. wesley slams his hand to the wall and looks at me.

"who are you....huh?" he says. i look down and sigh.

"y/n.."
"leave her alone man"
i look at him and sigh. a fire is in his eyes. he's mad.

next thing i know wesley is on the floor, michael has a bloody fist and me im also on the floor

YALL SORRY FOR BEING DEAD SORRY. IM REALLY TRYING TO WRITE BUT IM BUSY MAKING COVERS SO IM NOT SLACKING OFF OF WATTPAD BUT IDK IF I SHOULD MAKE PART 2 IM REALLY THINKING MY IMAGINES ARE BAD

june 25th like about 2 weeks away :(((