Imagine
Quiet Boy x Popular Girl: WARNING!
A little bit of cussing
Imagine...You were going frantic. Looking at every nook and cranny just because you lost your diamond necklace while going for a swim.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" you groan, bending over to look at the river.
"It's ok, Y/N! We'll find it soon!" bsf/n tries to assure you.
It wasn't because it was expensive. You're rich so your parents can buy another piece. But that was the last thing your grandma gave you before he left...left forever.
Tears start to form beneath your eyes. You fall to the ground, trying to get yourself together. Your legs are sore from running, your knees are scratched from bending down on the hard rocks, and your mind is full of bad scenarios.
"Y/N!" PB/N (popular boys name) calls loudly from behind you.
You turn around to see him holding your necklace, his hands wet. "Oh my gosh! PB/N! I...Thank you so much!" you run towards him, instantly hugging him.
He chuckles, pulling you closer. Such a cliche moment. As your eyes re adjust from the tears, you notice the quiet boy looking at you. His clothes are drenched. He quickly turns his head away when he notices you looking.
You push PB/N away. "Are you kidding me?!"
"W-what!?"
You point at H/N, "His the one who found it, wasn't he?!"
He rolls his eyes, "So? I'm the one who gave it to you."
IMAGINE THE REST </3
