The outsiders imagines

Primal Urge

jvn0_watt sorry for the lil wait but thanks for requesting this cause no one ever wants bob stuff😭 (sorry if it's too much plot before the smut i got carried away in editing and the smut started getting crazy)

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It was after school when he came around to the bleachers by himself. Bob usually lounged around the parking lot with a crowd flocked around him, but since I had slipped a note into his locker telling him to meet me at the bleachers after class, he came alone biting the nail of his thumb. He looked around until his dark eyes landed on me, sitting by my lonesome. Our eyes locked, and his eyebrow raised.

What is it?, he mouthed, checking his watch.

Come here, I mouthed back while motioning with my index finger. He inspected the area to make sure no one was around before walking towards me.

"Make it quick."

"Can we hang out for a little while?" I asked, putting on my best smile to convince him. "I got something I want to talk to you about."

"Can't you tell me now?" his foot tapped against the metal rapidly. He never was the patient type.

"Well, I didn't think you wanted to be caught out here-"

"Let's go." He cut me off, jotted down the stairs and towards the parking lot, and I grabbed my things, following him a few paces behind. I hopped into his Mustang before anyone could notice and he jammed the key into the ignition, driving out into the street hastily.

We went to our normal spot where no one went—a parking lot of an abandoned warehouse just a few miles from school and near the West side—and instantly locked lips with each other once he parked and checked to make sure the coast was clear again.

"What's up?" he removed his hands from my body and slumped back near the driver's side. The flask he carried around everywhere with him ended up in his hand like a magnet. Though I was trying to ignore it, he was glaring right through me like I was transparent.

I took his flask once he finished taking a few swigs and pressed it to my lips just to smell his expensive cologne mixed with the whiskey lingering on the silver of it. It had been eating at me all week, and with every meet up, I got more desperate for him. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

His head turned, and his eyebrows raised, a sign for me to continue. I took a sip and let out the breath I had been holding in.

"I'm tired of hiding our relationship," I said, taking another sip before continuing. "We've been seeing each other in secret for months now and dancing around our friends. Hell, you've given me your class ring. That should mean something by now."

My fingers pressed to the ring dangling on a chain and twisted it in my fingers as his eyebrows furrowed together. He had given it to me after we went to the movies together on a slow day while he went on a drunken spiel about how we wouldn't live forever and how he needed to grab fate by the hands. I hadn't taken it off since. The burning feeling rising in my chest overpowered me as his lips parted and he scrambled to find words to say.

"Are you crazy?" his hand flew to his curls, and he smushed them down. "I mean, be realistic, babe. My status, your status, it would never work."

"My status?" I said, my eyebrow rising. "What's that supposed to mean?"