IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

↳ truly

( TRULY )
by certifiedskywalker

It had been a rough week to say the least, but it had oddly started out with the promise of greatness. After school on Monday, you were told by Veronica that Chuck heard that Reggie Mantle had taken an interest in you. You merely shook your head and denied being affected by the idea of being Reggie's girlfriend.

But by Tuesday, during lunch period, you were talking to the towering jock about plans for Pop's. He had pulled you away from the busy ears of Veronica and Betty; but even while talking to him, they shot you all-knowing glances.

"Ms. Green has me lost in her class. Thanks for agreeing to help me out." You nodded at him as you met his bright brown eyes. "I'll see you at Pop's around five, right?" You had curled your lip into your mouth, biting it in thought. Every fiber of your being told you not to trust him, for he had a reputation of sorts when it came to girls. But, you were weak to the look he gave you.

"Yep. At five. See ya then Reggie." He shot you one of his charming smiles before walking off to his friend's table. You were too caught up in walking over to your own friends, and dealing with your unneeded excitement about the date, to notice the way his friends high-fived him. Even if you did see them, or take note of their hoots and hollers, you would've brushed it off as banter.

Sadly, you didn't take note and Tuesday afternoon, you were sitting across from Reggie Mantle. He wore a grin on his face the whole time, one that you mistakened as happy nervousness. Until now, Saturday, you had figured out what was hidden behind his perfect teeth and handsome smile; but on that Tuesday, he was a superb gentleman.

"Are you sure you don't want a milkshake Y/N? Fries maybe?" You looked up from the textbook that was in front of you and met his soft gaze.

"We are here to study, are we not?" Reggie smiled at you, but you tried your best to act like you weren't pleased by it. He looked somehow more attractive when he smiled like that.

"Yeah we are, but I just thought that maybe," he leaned over a scooted the textbook away from your reach, "just maybe, we could get to know each other better." You raised your eyebrows at him and he laughed. "What? Too forward?" You let out a long sigh and leaned forward to face him. You rested your chin on your hands and looked into his eyes.

"You have a reputation, Mantle, so you know why I'm cautious." He held your gaze and you stared back without backing down. "Getting into pants is a talent of yours," you added quietly, but Reggie still heard you. His lips fell into a slight frown at your words.

"You just have to get to know me better. I like to think I'm more than the rumors you hear." You felt a heat rise to your cheeks, even now remembering his words. For that was when you gave in and got to know Reggie better. You learned about what he wanted to do after high school, his family, and in return you told him about yourself. By the time you remembered to study, it was eight at night; near your curfew.

"I have to go if I'm going to make it back home in time." You grabbed your belongings, packing them into your school bag. As you shuffled out of the booth, Reggie followed suit.

"I can drive you home," he said, "I am the one that kept you out this late. Please let me drive you." You turned and gave him a serious look.

"Alright. Just don't try anything funny Mantle. I got my eyes on you." As you turned your head you noticed how the corner of his lips twitched upwards slightly. It wasn't like the boyish smiles before, this one seemed more true in a sense. You trusted that smile, so much so you let him drive you home and walk you to your door.