Bubblegum, Cigarettes, and a Leather Jacket~Timothée Chalamet x Reader

part 2~bubblegum

your pov
*time skip: 1 week*
setting: school

"uuuughhhhhh" i groan as i lean back against my locker. it's already so stressful and school just started. i'm not very keen on the new trends and everyone seems to hate me still. i hate school. my first period is English which is a little tolerable since it's one of my favorite subjects. we're reading Catcher in the Rye and some other boring books this year. i mean it's my last year at this stupid school and then i get to be an adult and stuff. great. i continue to wallow in my self pity until the bell rings signifying a new class has started. i gather my stuff and go to my class. i don't think the transfer has arrived yet, because if he did, the whole school would be freaking out, and everyone is eerily quiet today. i guess we're all tired since the sleep schedule is new. here's to a new school year.

your pov
*time skip: 4 days*
setting: your room
a/n: i'm sorry if anyone is offended by smoking, i am, but this is the 90's and i'm pretty sure a lot of people smoked then. also it's in the bio of the book. you have been warned.
f/b=favorite band

finally it's the weekend!! i jump onto my bed in happiness. i get to watch movies, and go to parties, and hang out with friends! my life doesn't seem so boring anymore! suddenly, my phone rings. The X-Files theme playing. i roll my eyes expecting it to be b/f/n.
"heyyy!!!! it's finally the weekend! wanna hang out? i hear some kids are throwing a small hangout/party on the bridge tonight! wanna come?" b/f/n excitedly asks. the bridge was one of the biggest hangout spots in town. people throw parties there ALL the time. they do drugs, smoke, drink, have sex, all the normal teenager stuff. i really don't like going there, but maybe i can meet new people or smoke something. i agree to her plan and after a few hours of doing homework and watching tv, i start walking to the bridge.

your pov
*time skip: 2 hours*
setting: the bridge

as i reach the bridge, the smell of tobacco and marijuana are already thick in the air, making it hard to take deep breaths. someone brought their radio and some hits were playing quietly. i didn't check the forecast and it was quite windy so i brought a sweater just in case. i walk up, the trees swaying in the wind. i think it's going to rain soon based on the looming dark clouds overhead. i spot b/f/n a little distance away talking to some guys and girls, laughing about something i didn't hear. i leave her to her socializing and sit down on the edge of the bridge. not realizing how lonely i actually am, i take out my Walkman and play one of my favorite artists, f/b. i sway to the music and i figured a good smoke would calm me down but i forgot my cigarettes at home. stupid me. i sigh and wait for something to happen. then i see someone take a seat next to me. they snap their gum and they seem to be chewing quite loudly, if i could hear it. i turn my head to take a look at this person. i'm mesmerized by who i lay my eyes on. he has curly dark brown hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, a cute smile, and a leather jacket. it starts to drizzle and the feeling of rain peppers my skin. i look at him in the eyes for a second or two, his piercing gaze cuts through my soul. i look away flustered. he's so damn hot. i bet this is the transfer. i turn around and look at b/f/n, she winks. it is him. the guy clears his throat and holds out his hand, presumably for me to shake. i shake it and introduce myself.
"you new here?" i ask. he nods. probably too shy to speak. "my name is y/n, i'm a senior. what's your name?"
"Timothée. i'm the transfer. i'm sure you've heard of me" he says with a hint of confidence. as he shakes my hand, he takes out a box of cigarettes and snaps his gum. i wish i was his gum. my heart beating quickly. damn i already have a crush on this guy. he spits his gum out into the river and takes a cigarette out of the box, including a lighter and lights his cigarette.
"want one?" he asks holding out a cigarette. i accept and take one. he cups his hand and lights my cigarette, getting so close to me i can smell the residue of his chewing gum. (haha cmbyn reference) bubblegum. i want to kiss him so i can taste that gum, but now the smell is overpowered by the tobacco. i take this as my chance to make conversation.
"so where are you from?" i ask, taking a drag out of my cigarette.
"LA. i know, i know, i'm not as entitled as it sounds" he says, smirking. i chuckle.
"that leather jacket you're wearing sure contradicts that" i say. he blushes. it's adorable.
"how about you? where are you from?" he asks.
"here. i've lived here all my life. it gets boring after a while but people make it better.." i say not sure whether to keep talking.
"people like who?" he asks, staring into my eyes. i look away and gulp.
"people like you.. i mean like new people.." i say correcting myself, trying not to give away my feelings. i'm so dumb. he looks down, smiling and takes a long drag from his cigarette and throws it into the river. i copy him. he smiles.
"i like people like you" he says, fidgeting with his fingers. do i make him nervous? i smile.
"thanks" i say. he nods and takes his pack of gum out. i ask for one and he puts one in my palm, his fingers barely touching my skin. i put it in my mouth and start chewing. so this is what it's like to be him. i was already in love with him and i just met him. as he snaps his gum i think; oh Timothée what have you done?

a/n: hi! what do you guys think so far? should we have some popular girl drama? sorry if i'm rushing things or going too slow, idk lol. please leave suggestions or requests :)
love, nat ❤️