c.g | c.r imagines

You fiddle with the metal contraption of your locker, fumbling with the key. Bloody thing won't open. You shove the key in one more time, twisting it until it falls to the floor with a clang.

"Damn," you hiss. Out of nowhere, boy with brown hair and really vivid blue eyes picks it up and lightly twists the lock. To your surprise, it opens easily.

"Oh." You mutter, looking down and blushing in embarrassment. "Uh, thanks." He smiles widely.

"No problem." He tells you. "What's your name?"

"Y/N," You say.

"Pretty name, pretty girl." He mumbles to himself. You blush, shaking your head.

"What about you?" You ask him, collecting your books and pencil case from your locker. You haven't seen him around school.

"Chandler Riggs." He tells you. You can swear you've heard his name once or twice before.

"You act on something, right?" You ask him. He chuckles lightly, mouthing oh god under his breath. Ah, You was sure he did. The Fangirls probably descend on him every time they pass him in the halls.

"Yeah," he answers honestly. "Ever heard of The Walking Dead?" You shake your head. You might have watched one or two episodes, but you never really understood the plot. Your best friend, being a fangirl, screamed for a week.

"I think I watched one?" You laugh. The bell rings and you shut your locker. You say bye to Chandler and begin to walk off, when he grabs you by the sleeve. He puts his phone in your hand and you smile.

"Can I have your number?" He asks. You nod, and begin to type in the numbers. You change your contact name o something which he chuckles at.

Y/Nconda

He laughs quietly and waves.

"I'll call you, Y/Nconda," He smiles.

"See you, Chandlito."