MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Greaser (P1)

Info - greaser Timmy, good girl reader, smoking, sorts emotionally cheating, banter, anxiety about flirting, mention of alcohol, dirty thoughts

"Oh great," I crossed my arms.

"What?" Betsy asked.

"It's Timothée and the Thunder gang," I snapped. Timothée was the town bad boy, always trying to tempt me to break up with my boyfriend Ace. Ace was a good boy, church every Sunday, working at charities, typical polo shirt and khaki pants. Timothée was the opposite and liked messing with me.

The Winter Wonderland dance was supposed to be exciting, I'd bought the cutest periwinkle dress and curled my hair perfectly.

"Hey baby," Ace said, a bright smile on his face. "Care to dance?"

"You two are so groovy," Tilda, my eternally single friend swooned.

"Thanks," I smiled. I began getting jiggy with Ace. Timothée's gang began to disperse and try to get with different girls. Some were spiking the punch. Some were dancing by themselves or leaning against the wall.

After I finished my dance with Ace, but I subconsciously looked for Timothée. I was feeling a bit warm so I was going to take my coat to the coat room.

"Baby, I can get it," Ace tried.

"No Ace, it's fine, you go get yourself some punch," I smiled. I walked towards the exit. My heels clicked on the floor, until I heard a voice. I tried to listen to the muffled whispering. I walked towards it. I peaked outside a window and noticed that smoke floated up to me. I looked down and saw Timothée, he was pacing.

"Come on Timmy," he said to himself, straightening the collar of his leather jacket over and over.

"She's just a damn girl," he growled out, and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "So she's dating Ace the douche, you like her better, she'll see that tonight. You're gonna ask her to dance, and she'll say.....no, she'll fucking say no like she always does." He kicked a trash can after the monologue.

I was confused. Timothée a Greaser, with his carefree ways, silly gang, and pompous attitude, was this torn up about me. It was kinda cute how he kept wringing his hands when he placed his lips around his cigarette. I was supposed to despise that habit, but sometimes I couldn't look away when his pink lips, small brushes of stubble above them, would wrap around a cigarette and suck in. One night, when I'd been rather drunk, I wondered if they'd look just as good wrapping around my nipple.

Maybe the smoke was affecting my brain. I needed to remember I was with Ace and Timothée was Timothée, I couldn't be with him.

I put my mini sweater away and went back to the party. I took a drink of punch.

"Looking fly y/n," I heard a smooth voice say. I turned around to see Timothée. I had to admit I admired the greaser style. I wanted to rough up the carefully styled hair. I'd like to yank on the leather jacket or put my hands up the tight white tshirt. I wished Ace would wear those things. I wasn't the biggest fan of polos and khaki's and charming as Ace made them.

"Oh, you," I said in a disgusted voice.

"Come on, don't deny you want me. I like your cute lil dress," he chuckled, and pushed the sleeve down my shoulder.

"You rascal!" I accused and pushed it back up. He smirked, taking a drag from his cigarette, and thankfully blew smoke in the opposite direction.

"What's a good girl like you doing with a hem that short?" He teased.

"I can wear what I want," I said, sticking my nose in the air and walking away.

"Hey, I wasn't complaining, you know I think you're the foxiest girl in all of Ridgemount High," he said and I couldn't help my blush.

"You're just bitchin' in my opinion," he said with a wide smile of pure white teeth.

"Don't use such vulgar words," I snapped, however, secretly, I liked it. Ace never used such strong language about me, usually just groovy.

"Come on baby, wanna get jiggy, a dance with you would be dynamite," he said, and I realized he'd cornered me, hand above my head, charming smirk on his face.

"No, but I think you already knew that," I said with a wink. His smug smile dropped instantly when he realized I'd seen him anxious over me.

"Hey, this isn't the end baby, I'll get you yet," he called out after me as I made my way to Ace. I just waggled my fingers at him.