The Outsider's Imagines

jealousy part 1 - s.r.

 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------~y/n~

"Yes!" you shouted, doing a happy dance around the room as Two-Bit angrily pushed another twenty dollar bill towards you. You both had been playing poker since the morning, and you were ruthlessly crushing him. "Looks like I gave you the biggest ego check in history," you joked, scraping the twenty into your stack of money. You counted the stack right in front of his face and out loud. Ten, thirty, forty five, sixty five, seventy five, eighty, one hundred. You flicked the money in his face, laughing. Two-Bit tried his best to look upset, but he couldn't help but crack up too.

"Alright, so you've proved your poker skills. I'll bet you that twenty back that I can down two bottles faster than you!" he said, taking out his wallet and slamming another twenty on the table.

"Oh, you are so on," you said, taking the twenty out of your stack and quickly rushing to get four beers out of the Curtis refrigerator. You came back to the table dancing before handing Two-Bit two of the beers and sitting down.

"Hey, Steve, could you time us?" you asked, popping the tops off of them.

"Sure," he said, rolling his eyes. You didn't know why, but Steve acted like a little bitch whenever you and Two-Bit, who was a year older than you, hung out.  "Alright, go."

Two-Bit and you quickly grabbed the bottles and started drinking them as fast as possible. Unfortunately for you, Two-Bit was finished with his first bottle and you were only half the way through your first. You quickly sped up and finished, hurriedly grabbing the next bottle and gulping it down.

"Yes!" Two-Bit shouted, slamming the second beer bottle down on the table, standing up, and mimicking your happy dance.

"No!" You exclaimed, throwing your half-finished bottle across the room at him. It shattered and you both stopped to look at each other, and then Soda who was on the couch with Steve.

"All good, man, just clean it up before you-know-who gets back," Soda called, slinging an arm around Steve who was staring daggers at you both and frowning. Two-Bit and you quickly picked up the glass pieces and tossed them in the trash before using a towel to wipe the beer off of the wood.

"Awe, shit," you cursed, accidentally cutting yourself on a shard of glass.

"You alright?" Two-Bit asked worriedly, wrapping your hand up with another towel.

"Yeah, man, it's just a small cut," you smiled, tossing the towel into the laundry basket.

Your eyes suddenly locked with Steve, who seemed to be frowning harder. Shrugging it off, you quickly sat back at the table with Two-Bit, handed him a twenty dollar bill, and started arm-wrestling for another five.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------~steve~

I angrily glared at them as they laughed at the table, arm wrestling each other. Suddenly, Soda interrupted my thoughts.

"Hey, wanna a piece of chocolate cake?" he asked, grabbing the cake from the coffee table.

"Ugh, look at them. I bet they're having sex," I said, crossing my arms.

"With that amount of sexual tension? Hell no, they haven't slept together yet," Soda comments, watching as Two-Bit pushed Y/N's arm to the table. "Hey, I've never seen you turn down chocolate cake before."

"You think they have sexual tension?" I asked, sitting up straight.

"Well, I don't know. Maybe? Why do you care?" he asked, putting the cake back on the coffee table.

"What? I don't. I don't," I replied, flopping back onto the couch.

"Oh my God, you like her!" Soda exclaimed, standing up.

I felt my cheeks heat up. "What? Ew! Y/N? No way!" I said, pulling him back onto the couch aggressively.

"That's why you've been all bitchy!"

"I am not bitchy!" I snapped. "And I don't like her!"

"You totally do!" Soda yelled, excitedly.

"Shut your trap, man, she's right there!" I whispered, putting my hand over his mouth.

"Hey, are you guys alright?" Two-Bit asked, turning to us. Y/N turned and chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, we're good," I said, my voice cracking and going up about four octaves. Embarrassed, I flushed red. They eyed us suspiciously and went back to playing poker. I eventually dropped my hands from Soda's mouth when he calmed down.

"Oh my God - you absolutely love her!" Soda whispered, grinning widely.

"Shut up!" I whispered back, turning redder.

"Awe!" Soda cooed. I hit him in response.

"Stop it! You're acting like a twelve-year-old girl bitch," I snapped, roughly slapping the back of his head.

"I'm going to tell her," Soda said in a sing-song voice.

"Don't you fucking dare you little shit," I whisper-yelled, grabbing him by the collar.

"I'm going to tell her if you don't tell her yourself," he continued, turning more serious. "I've never seen you scared to hit on a girl before, Steve. Come on, shoot your shot, man!"

I bit my lip, looking around nervously. "Soda, she's one of us! I can't date her! She probably sees me as her big brother! I'll get over it, alright?" I said, sadly watching her and Two-Bit laugh.

"Then I'm going to tell her," Soda said, standing up.

"Wait!" I whispered. "Wait! I'll do it!" 

To be continued....