Chapter 2 ~ Blackcherry Ave

“You must be cold,” I heard the familiar voice of Mr. O’Hara

"I'll survive," I said as I kept walking, "I'm confident in that answer." I said giving him the same attitude as I kept walking. He slowly drove the car to catch up with me. "Do you wanna a Ride?" He asked which took me by surprise.

"I-t's okay I don't live far from here," I said that was half a lie, it was another fifteen minute walk from here. "Come on, don't be stubborn. It's cold it'll be faster if ur in here.. and I got heat." He said with a smirk, occasionally looking at the road than at me.

It's like he was trying to make up for being a dick.. and the heat did sound nice.. I stopped and got in the car, regretting the skirt I wore.. the sheer black tights didn't keep me as warm as I thought, I felt self conscious my bare thighs out as I sat in his front seat.

I reached and put my seatbelt on as I remained quiet, "So are you gonna tell me where to go? Or we could just sit here too." He said as a bright red went across my cheeks.

"S-sorry just keep going straight." I said as he nodded,, "I'll tutor you by the way, I just don't like people who want extra help and don't do the extra work that comes with it." He grumbled as i bit my lip and nodded.

"So do I keep going straight still?" He asked as I looked around, totally not trying to make it look like I was lost.

"You're new to Nueva York aren't you?" He asked as i chuckled, "how'd you know?" I said looking over at him as he was already staring at me, our eyes making eye contact.

I felt a rush of nerves running up my spine, his eyes already on me. We were so close, his eyes almost looked like a shade of red,, a dark brown mixed with something else.

I blinked and cleared my throat.."I am new sorry, I'll just look up the address on my phone. It's my first day being out actually and not in my apartment.. S-Sorry." I Explained. Embarrassed.

"What's the address? I've been here for all my life, im 32 now, I should be able to find it." He responds blankly as we still made eye contact, i licked my lips as I tore my eyes away from him. I felt like I was in a trance. I needed a glass of water ASAP.

42 Blackcherry Ave was the address that was on the screen as he nodded and chuckled. "We live in the same apartment." He said as I laughed to myself.

"So where you were before?" He asked awkwardly, "no where special." I mumbled thinking about everything that happened before.

"California, I came from California." I said saving the pity story, he's my professor not my therapist. I thought to myself. He didn't reply to that, he turned into the parking lot of the condo. He was probably just making conversation to make the ride go along faster. He parked in the underground park as we got out of the car and walked into the building, entering the elevator.

The elevator ride was silent and a little awkward, I tried to count how many tiles were on the floor, not making conversation. "So what floor are you on?" He asked waiting to push a button, "5" i replied.

"Same." He said as I laughed to myself. "Walls are thin.. don't be too loud bonita he said as he walked out of the elevator, I still had a blank stare on my face, as he left me in the elevator by myself.

What did Bonita mean? I don't know any Spanish but I liked the way it sounded rolling off his tongue. Mental note: google what bonita means.

I turned the corner and saw no sign of him. Oh okay then. He couldn't even say bye? Back to asshole professor, Just cause someone drives you home doesn't mean he's an angel, I thought to myself. I walked over to my door, as i tried looking for my keys, finally finding them at the bottom of my bag. Thank god i thought.

Quickly unlocking my door, my kitten, kitty came to greet me at the front door as a smile creeped on my face, “hiiiii sweetheart!” I said in a baby voice picking her up, she rubbed her head against my neck as I hugged her deeply than put her down grabbing her food dish and putting some in her dish for her.

I walked away putting the cat food on the marble countertop, as I walked over to my laptop logging into it, I put some hozier on for background noise, turning the volume up as i hummed along to the music as i hit the google icon.

'What does Bonita in Spanish mean?' I typed as the results came quickly, the words that were on my screen made my cheeks flush with red, I felt like i was 15 again with a middle school crush. Like I never been called beautiful before. I quickly started going back and forth with pro's and con's about trying to pursue anything with my professor.. he's my professor, that's a case waiting to happen.

You're 22 though, the devil on my shoulder said. I had to shake my head to think that, don't encourage me.

A knock sent me out of my battle with myself, A knock on my door.. whose knocking on my door? I'm not expecting anyone. I walked over to the door swinging open the door seeing Miguel or Mr. O'Hara.

"It's you?" He said as i tried to hold my laugh, "It's me, I thought we established we live in the same apartment on the same floor." I said, trying to be witty or whatever.

"I just didn't know you'd be right beside me." He stated as i nodded, "You need sugar or anything?" I asked, just some friendly neighbourly humour.

"Very funny," he said in a deadpan voice. "Could your turn the music down? It's hard to work with music blaring against my walls." He said, as i bit my lip. Another moment of embarrassment.

"Did you wanna request anything? I could play something you like.." I said with a smile as he looked at my eyes down to my lips than back up to my eyes, "Very funny, Have you ever heard of headphones?" He said as i rolled my eyes.

"Well you have a great night, I'll take your suggestion and put it into the suggestion box." I said as I slammed the door in his face. We can both play the asshole game, I still turned the music down though. I'll be an asshole tomorrow.

This isn’t proofread sorrry!!

~ in which heather o’reily moves to nueva york from California After a series of unfortunate events. Tw: violence, swearing, angst, nsfw, sexual assault and or talks of it, also age gap!

The sound of my pen tapping against my notebook, grounded me as i zoned out all the other chatter in the classroom, waiting for the professor to get here. I shamefully eavesdropped in on hearing the two girls with curly blonde hair and baby pink bows tied into their half up- half down hair styles.

I looked down at my watch, 7:45AM. When did they have the time to do their hair? I barely made it here on time.

I overheard their conversation, "I purposely failed just to see his face again, i wished at 11:11 last night he'll make eye contact with me." I overheard one of the girls say as the other giggled, "Dania, you're bad.. to do all that." She laughed in her valley girl accent.

I laughed to myself, I heard the door shut as i heard heavy footsteps quickly pass me as a tall man, probably bout 6'9 walked to the front of the classroom, wearing tight black dress pants with a baby blue dress shirt tucked in, he turned around so he was facing us, the first couple buttons not buttoned, his dark curly chest hair peeking out. He had gold chains dangling down his neck, i took a note of it. I don't blame the girls for how attractive he was.

He was like a Greek god that just came right out of a Greek mythology book, I thought to myself.

My eyes scanned up to travel over his olive skinned face, his curly hair framed his face, his brown eyes scanning the classroom, lastly making eye contact with me, my heartbeat speeding up.

"Good morning, I am Miguel O'Hara, you will address me as Mr. O'Hara. I will be your professor for the duration of this course. A few things to start off with, I don't want any slackers in my class, You are expected to be here on time, ready to learn. This is Academic Biochem not Kindergarten. You guys are all adults anyway." He trailed off, he had a very strong rich Mexican accent that every word he said, the accent dropped off the words.. it was making me feel things. Outrageous things.

"Questions?" He continued, as i blinked, not daring to put my hand up, zoning out as i thought about anything other than this.

The bell ringing made all the students get up like the classroom was on fire, i took my time, putting my belongings in my bag. I walked up to his desk that was in the left side of the classroom, wiping my sweaty palms on my skirt, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"Hi, I'm Heather O'Reily, i was just wondering if you offer tutor sessions?" I ask as he blinks at me, walking closer to me. "Are you not confident in passing this class?" He asked bluntly. Taking me by surprise. He was attractive but an asshole, the worst combo.

"I-I am, just wanna be sure. You know." I said as he looked down at me with hooded eyes. "You sure? You don't seem to confident in that answer." He said as i took a deep breath.

"It's a yes or no question, if you don't offer it, just say that." I said rolling my eyes, losing my temper "Forget it anyway." I finished as I turned away and stormed out of the classroom. Part of me embarrassed i walked up to him and even asked him that, i felt my face got hot from the embarrassment.

A new town, new school and making new friends was fine to me but a dickhead professor was not what I wanted in my cards.

In my own thoughts i didn't even wanna think about seeing his smug face tomorrow, it bothered me how attracted I was to him, a pretty face but an ugly personality.

As I walked out of the classroom, I walked straight to the main office, in an attempt to switch to a different Academic Bio Chem class without him.

"I'm very sorry but you are not able to switch out, all other classes are full... you'll have to wait." The lady wearing big red framed glasses over her eyes said, i huffed. "Alright.. Thanks for your time," I mumbled.

I left the office as I kept my eyes down on my shoes as I made it out of the learning hall.. on my way to my apartment ~ I just moved to Nueva York from California.. it was very different from what I was used to.. but sudden changes turn to having to adapt to whatever you can, specially your mother dying and the next step is finding a place to live. I wanted a new start and always thought about living here, something always attracted me to here, so i impulsively packed up all my stuff, flew over and went to an animal shelter and bought a cat... to keep me sane when all else fails :,) .

Walking down the sidewalk as I left, I thought about how rude and dismissive Mr O'Hara was to me, I just wanted extra help and he was so ignorant... no wonder all the girls-

I heard a loud car drive by me than screech on their brakes, it was a black bmw matte paint job covered over it. That must've been expensive, they backed up. Why are they backing up? Great I'm gonna be kidnapped.

The driver is now right beside me as I try not to look and keep walking.. "You must be cold," I heard the familiar voice of Mr. O'Hara.

Just great.

hello everyone !!! long long long time :,) i have decided to rise from the grave and post a miguel o’hara fanfic on here x. wattpad just does not like me n won’t let me post it on there ? :/ . so pls be nice 😢😢😢 i’m a little rusty n haven’t wrote any type of story in so so long. part 1/2 should be up shortly

1984, (2019)

Welcome to the Loser’s Club; A Young Richie Tozier Imagine.

i walked home, humming ‘can’t fight this feeling by REO Speedwagon, passing all the outlet stores in downtown Derry. i was walking home from school and today was the last day, finally! school felt like being in a prison specially with everything thats been happening recently, all of the missing kids reports and curfew and everything else that was going on

a bump took me out of my thoughts, i looked up and saw a boy that went to my school, the boy who was responsible for bumping me was Bill Denbourgh, one of the members of the loser’s clubs and one of the victims of Henry bowers and his goons. they’d bully his friends but not him because of his little brother going missing last year.

“hi bill.” i said smiling up at him. “h-hi y/n” he stuttered back, i looked at him with a pitiful look.

i heard distant arguing and multiple people talking, i turned my head and saw the rest of the losers club minus Beverly inside a alley and one bloody boy.

“h-he ran into henry and his gang at the kissing brid-ge” bill stuttered again, chuckling a bit at his joke, as i did the same.

i walked down the alley approaching the other boys, bill following behind me. i made eye contact with what others were calling the new kid, ive seen his face pop up in some of my classes but ive never had a conversation with him.

“what happened?” i asked him, he lifted his shirt up and there was an h carved into his stomach, i made a face as i winced just from seeing it.

“i guess giving yourself a homemade tattoo didn’t work so well?” i said looking up at him, the rest of the group gave me looks wondering if i was being serious or not.

“too soon?” i said, the boy with the mop of curly hair and glasses let out a chuckle, i smiled at him.

“that looks like it hurts ben.” i said giving him a pitiful look, i stood there awkwardly as the one with the glasses walked up and put his hand out.

“im richie tozier and i need to know who the girl of my dreams is.” he said smirking, “im the girl of your dreams yet you don’t know my name?” i said taking a step closer pushing up his glasses.

he looked flustered for a second, he licked his lips. “spend one night with me and you’ll know my name.” he said winking.

i laughed and looked at bill, “ill see you losers around.” i said starting to walk out of the alley.

“wait!” i heard the boy who i learnt to be Richie say, he was right behind me.

“we’re going to go cliff jumping tomorrow, wanna come?” he asked, i looked at him push his glasses up, and all of his friends watch us, “sure why not!” i said, “great, welcome to the losers club!” he said, i guess this summer won’t be too bad.

hi!

i know i been away for a while but im gonna be posting some imagines pretty soon!

hope everyone is staying safe x