Pink Shaded Text
[Jake English x Reader one.shot]
Maryville, TN/ [______] High School:
-They say when you are in love, you view the world through p i n k colored lenses-
I have the biggest crush on the most popular boy at school.
I know what you’re thinking. What bigger cliché than having a crush on some guy that doesn’t know you exist?
Trust me, I am one of those girls who would rather bury her feelings than admit that she liked someone. I tried so hard to not fall for him, but it was just so difficult.
He was perfectly adorable, with his messy black hair and shining green eyes. And not to mention that accent!
Jake English was definitely the prince of every girl’s dreams.
I was currently sitting on the bleachers of the gym, watching as Jake wrestled with his opponent from the opposing team. The way his muscles glistened with sweat was enough for me to get a nosebleed.
“Hey girl, you enjoyin’ the shoooowww?” Roxy’s voice trilled from beside me as she took a swig of vodka from her water bottle.
“Rox, aren’t you afraid of getting caught?” I eyed her warily, turning my attention away from Mr. Hunk-of-Muscles English as I gave my drunk bestie a good natured glare. “I mean, I get that you like alcohol, but come on, Rox, it’s a Wednesday.”
“Pfffttt, shaddup, you –hic- ain’t gonna tell me how to live my liiiffffeee.” Her pink eyes shone as she went back to watching the match. “OHMYGAH GURL, ____, gurl, JAKE BE LOOKIN’ DIS WAY!”
“What?!” I couldn’t stop the blush from dying my cheeks a bright red as I looked over. Jake had won the match and was now looking straight at me with a smile.
Carefully turning around, I thought there was a cute cheerleader behind me, but was surprised to see that seat was completely empty. Turning back, Jake’s green eyes were still glued onto mines. After the referee declared him the winner, Jake got off the mat, giving me a wave as I coughed in embarrassment.
“Hee hee, me thinks Jakey’s got a liking for you.”
With a roll of my eyes, I pushed back the warm feeling that coursed through my veins, one that was akin to hope. “Please, Roxy, Jake doesn’t even know who I am. He was probably laughing at me from drooling at him all red faced during his match.”
Honestly, I hated having this pathetic crush on him. I actually stayed after school just to watch his game.
If only I could accept that every girl wanted Jake, and that each and every one of them were prettier than me. Granted I wasn’t too bad to look at, not too thin, not too wide, the perfect height for a girl at the age of 16 with [hair color] hair and pretty [eye color] eyes. But that was it. Nothing about me seemed to stand out and catch Jake’s attention.
From beside me, Roxy began bitching about how I forced her to come watch the match with me. “Gur, youz da one with the crush on English, I don’t see why you gots to drag me around.” Her vodka high seemed to be coming down a bit, seeing as though I kind of understood what she was saying.
My cell phone let out a musical chime, indicating that I had a text. Pulling it out, I frowned at the number. I didn’t recognize it.
“Welp, looks like it’s my time to ollies on out!” Roxy let out a strangled giggle as she threw away her water bottle. “Later girl, wonk!”
I waved at Roxy then proceeded to open the text. It read:
Hey, I’ve wanted to talk to you for some time now… but I never had the courage to. How are you?
Staring blankly at the text, I blinked several times. In front of me, I saw Jake coming out of the gym, flocked by his hoards of friends (both boys and girls, if I may add) as they congratulated him on his victory. Walking passed me in the hallway; I was granted a nice, close up view of Jake’s profile as my heart gave a painful twinge.
My phone let out another sound, with a new text from that same number.
Hello? Are you still there?
Shaking my head, I quickly typed out my reply.
-Sorry, I think you have the wrong number >w<!!
Yeah, that reply seems reasonable. Hitting ‘send,’ I awaited for the stranger’s ‘Oh, so sorry, you weren’t so-and-so, lol, must have hit the wrong digits!’ cuz honestly, no one would send me these texts, saying that they want to talk to me, but was too afraid to.
Puh-lease. I ain’t got time for that.
Making my way out of the school building, my phone rang again as I read the text.
No, I have the right number. You’re ____ ____.
You have pretty _____ hair, sweet smile, and you have this adorable habit of biting your lip when you’re nervous.
My mind was fried. He…he knew all of that?!
-Oh my god, who are you? And how did you get this number?!
I began looking around warily, seeing if there was some creepy stalker who was watching me right now.
As if sensing my panic, the number sent back another text within a few seconds, the message looking a bit jumbled as the sender tried to convey ‘his’ true intentions.
Please dont be scared, I prmise I’m not a stalker or anything! It’s just…I liek you a lot and haven’t had the chnce or courage to talk to you til now!!
And I found your no. through the school directory, sorry.
My eyes began to twitch. Oh no, I am not falling for this shit. I’ve seen those dating shows where the relationship starts out with a friendly text and everything is fine, just dandy, but when the main chick goes to track down the dude who she thinks she’s texting, it turns out to be some evil girl who holds a grudge against her and was just playing the ultimate prank on her.
Deciding to hold off my reply until I got home, I pocketed my phone and began running.
…10 Minutes Later…
“Hi mom, bye mom!” My mother gave me a questioning look as I passed through the kitchen and up the stairs into my room.
Fishing out my phone, a new text was waiting for me…
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.
-Who are you? At least tell me your name.
Eh…I can’t… :[
-Why not? I don’t know this number…and you say that you like me, why?
Do I really need a reason to fall in love?
-That’s not the point though! The point is that I don’t know you! And you won’t tell me a thing about you!
I’ll tell you who I am…someday… when I have the guts to talk to you face to face.
-Well, regardless, I can’t return your feelings. I have someone that I like.
My heart was beating so fast; I could feel its palpitations, threatening to choke me. Honestly, I didn’t know how to feel. Elated, scared, flattered? Right now, my emotions were a mixture of those feelings.
Twenty minutes had passed, and still, there was no reply from that strange number. Maybe telling him that I liked someone was a good idea after all. Perhaps he got the hint and will stop sending me creepy texts.
The Next Day…
Eighth Period at (______) High:
“No kidding, some creepy dude got your number?” Roxy was now 100% sober, her pink eyes widening as I told her the whole story that happened after she left.
“Yeah, but so far, I don’t think he’s gonna text back. I hinted to the poor schmuck that I liked you-know-who.”
“You tell ‘im girl.”
As the final bell rang, we both clambered out of our seats, ready to go home. The sudden vibration in my phone made me stop causing my blood to freeze as Roxy tilted her head. “What’s wrong?”
“My phone…vibrated.” Pulling her out of the classroom, I leaned against the wall with Roxy peering over my shoulder as we both read the text.
What’s he like?
I mentally screamed.
-Would you give up and take a hint! I won’t fall for your tricks, I know that this has to be a prank of some sort!
Roxy began to giggle slightly. “Uhm, sorry ____, but I gotta go now.”
“What?! Roxy, no, you’ve got to help me figure out who this creeper is!” I hoped that the panicked look in my eyes would get her to understand, but she didn’t. She actually began to laugh even harder.
“Come on, gurl, just give the dude a chance, he’s practically begging you.” With one last wink, she made her way out of the halls.
Glaring at her back, I grunted and opened my phone, furiously typing out my reply.
-He’s got the cutest smile and messy black hair that looks soft to touch. His green eyes always light up when he smiles, and his laugh makes me feel warm, and I adore his glasses. He’s an athlete and could quite easily kick your ass if given the chance and I want him to look at me so much, but know that it isn’t possible. He’s always surrounded by a group of friends that adore him.
-Jake English is the boy I like and no one can make my feelings sway from him, not even you, so please leave me alone!
Hitting ‘send’ one last time, I hoped that this would be the end of the creeper’s text. With a huff, I began walking away-
Until I felt two arms pull me back, wrapping their arms around my form. Gasping, I was immediately turned around as a pair of lips smash against mine. Taking advantage of my surprise, I felt a tongue slid within my mouth, tasting me before pulling away.
My heart stopped when I saw Jake’s green eyes piercing into me.
“I like you too.”