IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

↳ hero? no need

( HERO? NO NEED )
by imagines-all-day-everyday

"Are you here yet?"

"I'm walking in to school now."

"Would you hurry your virgin ass up?" Cheryl huffed which caused *yn* to roll her eyes but still smile slightly at her all too predictable best friend.

"Would you relax your tyrannical ass Cher? I'll be two minutes tops." *yn* teased, hanging up before Cheryl could get another snarky remark in.

Shaking her head, *yn* slid her phone into her bag and slung it over her right shoulder before walking through the main door of Riverdale High, immediately graced with the usual loud ruckus that her school acquaintances supplied her ears with.

"Hey *yn* baby!" A voice called from behind her.

Speaking of loud ruckuses - the epitome was undoubtedly Chuck Clayton in all of his asshole glory. She rolled her eyes and immediately pondered if turning around and walking out right now to avoid him would be worth the detention she would no doubt receive.

"C'mon gorgeous - don't walk away!" He called out once more as he jogged to appear in front of her, blocking her path. Seems like her decision had already been made for her.

"What do you want Chuck? I'm already late enough for practice." She huffed impatiently, crossing her arms in front of her in annoyance.

At her words Chuck's eyes wondered down her body, greedily soaking up the sight of her in her short cheerleader skirt and tight top. "Hey asshole, eyes up here." She growled in annoyance as she felt her skin prickle in discomfort as he licked his lips hungrily.

"Sorry gorgeous, your body's just too good not to stare at. By the way if you want, I'm more than happy to help out with some 'stretching' later." He complimented which caused a few laughs to emit from beside them. *yn* turned her head to see half a dozen of Chuck's teammates all leaning against the lockers, clearly enjoying their front row seats of the show. Her eyes flitted briefly over their faces, stopping at one in particular.

Reggie Mantle.

The two briefly made eye contact before she quickly darted her eyes back to Chuck as a look of disgust formed on her face.

"Is there a point you're trying to make? Or are you just wasting my time for no goddamn reason?" *yn* sneered before attempting to side step him.

"Woah, woah, woah - not so fast sweetheart. I do in fact have something to ask you." He grinned.

Oh, this was going to be good.

"And what is that exactly?" She queried, raising a brow at him expectantly.

"If you would accept the honour of being the Chuck Clayton's date to the prom." He smirked, wiggling his brows at her suggestively.

Before she could stop herself, a snort slipped out as she covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

"You have got to be fucking with me." She chuckled under her breath, shaking her head as she once again tried to get past him. As she tried to move past him Chuck grabbed her left wrist, ceasing her movements.

"Get the hell off me." She spat as she tried in vain to release her arm from his grip.

"Sweetheart, you aren't going anywhere until you answer my question." Chuck smirked, only tightening his fingers around her flesh.