the outsiders| imagines

theft gone right. two-bit mathews

the small diner on maple and fifth was almost deserted, it was comforting. the stillness and the soft hum of chatter. it was the kind of diner that all the waitresses knew the regulars and noticed all the newcomers.

i just liked to study there, i was a very ambitious student, i took school and studies seriously, textbooks were opened infront of me and my half emptied glass of coke.

just a few stools down, there was a boy, sipping on a cold coke i barely acknowledged him, barely noticing his joking attempts to flirt with the waitresses, maybe because i was too busy jotting notes down,
i probably only looked at him once, he seemed to be the same age as me, he had short, light, brown hair with side burns, with a lean and athletic build and light coloured eyes. a leather slung over his shoulders and a permanent smirk that made it seem like he found everything amusing.

even know i didn't make direct eye contact with him i could still feel him turning to glance at me every 5 minutes as he sipped on his coke, he probably notices how i absentmindedly tucked a hair strand behind her ear or how i scribbled in my notebook, or how i light nibble at the end of my pencil.

the diner was so quiet that the sound of my chair scraping back was louder than it should've been. i stood, leaving my purse on the counter, i hurried to the restroom. it was a habit, but who would bother with my old, worn out purse in this old, worn out diner?

as i walked back to seat, i noticed that the guy from the few seats down had left, he probably got sick of sitting there too, but i knew something felt off when i came back, i didn't really pay much attention to him before but i felt weird now that i didn't, i shook it off, maybe it was because he seems so out of place.

when i reached the counter, my heart sank. my purse was still there, but it felt lighter. i frantically rummaged through my purse and realized my wallet was missing.

panic set in. i looked like a deer caught in headlights the way i scanned the diner. i prayed to god, hoping i just misplaced it.

i rushed over to the waitress, my voice was barely steady, "did you see anyone near my purse? my wallet is missing?"

she turned to me, frowning, shaking her head. "no, i'm sorry. i didn't see anything." her tone was sympathetic but unhelpful.

i groaned, i felt a lump in my throat. it wasn't about the money— i probably only had 15$ dollars in here. but it was the sense of violation, knowing that someone had gone through my purse. i packed up my books, and headed out the diner with a defeated expression.

the cool night air hit me like a slap, as i walked away, feeling a mixture of anger and frustration. i heard a voice behind me, "hey!"

i turned, surprisingly, he came up jogging towards me, then my anger flares once i saw my wallet in hand. was this some kind of sick joke? he handed it over strangely apologetically before nuzzling his hands into his pockets with a embarrassing look on his face.

"sorry," he said, his was softer than i expected. "thought it'd make a good laugh but i couldn't bring myself to swipe anything."

i snatched the wallet from him, opening it quickly to check the contents. he was right, he didn't steal anything. those pathetic 15 dollars and my school id were still there, neatly tucked in. relief washed over me but i was still furious, "what the hell is wrong with you?" i demanded, glaring at him.

he shrugged, looking down at his shoes. "i dunno, i felt a little bad about it.. i guess," he voiced, "sorry, but, hey, that's a cute id photo." a apologetic smile appeared on his face, "i'm keith, but you can call me two-bit."

my anger slowly went away, instead i felt confused and a hint of curiosity. he looked genuinely sorry, and there was something in his eyes i couldn't exactly make out.

"let me make it up to you, okay?" he said, sincerely. "hey, saw you didn't have any food, wanna grab a burger or something?"

i hesitated for a moment, i wanted to leave. but there was something in his voice that made him sound desperate. i sighed, crossing my arms. "fine, but you're paying and you better have a damn good explanation, keith!"

"and i'm y/n." i voiced quietly.

he nodded, relief washing over him. we walked back to the diner, but i couldn't help thinking what i got myself into.

a/n: SUM LIGHT 🥰🥰 BUT I HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS!! TWO BIT DESERVES MORE LOVE💞