Remington Leith & Yungblud imagines

Fucking With My Head (Remington Leith)

(Look I don't really know where to say this job is lol so just picture it at a place like Hot Topic or Spencers or something... Also fair warning: this one isn't very PG at all but it's not smut either? Lol)

Another day at this awful job. Great... my friends keep asking me when I'm going to quit. This place sucks, the manager sucks, my coworkers are rude... Its just not fun. There's this one particular coworker that really has something against me and I'm really not sure why.

Remington Leith. I will admit... physically, he's absolutely stunning... tall, thin but muscular, black hair that's styled into somewhat messy spikes, lovely chocolate eyes, full lips, a very nice jawline, so many tattoos, and a soft smile that seems so innocent-yet-evil at the same time. It was cruel, really. For him to be so beautiful but to treat me like a garbage can.. that was just about as cruel as it could get.

He was so harsh around me all the time, and I could never figure out why. I was so friendly to him from the moment we began working together, but he had always been the opposite. He'd ignore me, occasionally mock me, and just seem generally very annoyed simply by my presence. It was quite confusing...

Today was stock day. It was just me and Remington working until close. It happened to be quite slow all day, so we were managing to get a lot done. I noticed him come in particularly grumpy today, but I obviously wasn't going to ask him about it. He'd probably tell me to fuck off and say it wasn't my business, so I left it alone and carried on as usual. A few customers came in, so me and Remington both got to the registers and checked them all out. It was slow again, so we both went back to stocking, and the only few boxes left were of the T-shirt's and some displays that went on the shelf on the wall behind them. Sort of like a cutout in the wall.

Awesome.

That meant we would both be folding and putting away shirts within the same 5 feet of each other. This likely wasn't going to end well.

A girl walks in, we both look and start to greet her. When she scoffs, Remington rolls his eyes and mumbles, "Oh fuck. Not this shit again." He turns around, walks over to her, and leads her to the back corner of the store. I can just barely hear them talking as I continue to put away the shirts. She's mumbling something in an angry tone about why is he standing so close to "that bitch" and "looking at her that way" and some more things of that sort. Wait a minute... was she talking about me? There's no one else here... she's got to be... but that wouldn't make sense. He only glares at me, and that's not a good thing.. and we were standing as far as we could while still being able to do an efficient job.

He says something along the lines of, "Why the fuck do you care? We're not together anymore. Haven't been for quite some time now." He also said that she has been told a million times before that there was never anything going on between us and that she needed to let it go and worry about herself. She gets angry, curses him out, and walks out of the store. He sighs and mumbles to himself again. The only thing I can make out is him say, "This is fucking dumb. It doesn't even matter anymore." He walks back over to the display and begins to put away more shirts.

"Sorry.. crazy ex girlfriend.. don't know if you heard any of that." Hold the fuck up. Did Remington Fucking Leith just say sorry??? To me?? Something must be up.

I smirk and say with a little attitude, "I did. It's fine."

"We close in like 10 minutes. No one is here, doesn't look like anyone is coming. Can't we just lock up?"

I look at him a little shocked but then turn back to the display, "Fine, but if the boss gets mad about it, it was all your idea." He smirks, nods, flips the sign to closed, and locks the doors.

"It's hot. The boss will get over it since he makes us keep the damn temperature on the hell setting." Out of the corner of my eye, I notice him step back. I turn to look and see him turned away from me and placing his now removed shirt on the counter. He starts to turn around and I quickly look back at the display. "I know you were looking," He says in a cold tone.

"So. I didn't know what you were doing," I respond in a similar way. Remington grabs the last box of shirts, and I grab the box of displays and begin to put them together. I grab the step ladder, set the box of now-built displays on top of a slightly higher shelf, and step up to begin putting up the displays. Immediately I get an idea. If he's going to be so damn harsh to me still, on top of everything I just heard, I was going to test him. And if my thoughts were even the tiniest bit of on point, he'd either constantly pick on me about this, or he'd end up confessing something to me. I bent over to pick up a display from the box and lean forward obnoxiously to place it on the shelf, being sure to arch a little bit. I was wearing a skirt that offered just a very small bit of exposure if I were elevated and at the right angle. I could almost feel his eyes burning on me. I didn't even have to look to know he was staring. "I know you're looking," I say with a smirk.

"God damn it, y/n. You're fucking with my head!" He kicks the empty box to the side and puts his hand through his hair.

I put the last display up, step down and cross my arms, "And what the hell are you talking about?"

"You! You're fucking with my head! So I take it you heard everything a little while ago, huh? Yeah, we broke up. She was controlling and rude and jealous all the time and the main thing she was jealous about was you! I don't know why. Maybe how friendly you were when I got here? I don't fucking know. But that made me act like I fucking hated you from the jump, and I maintained it so much and so well that it just became habit even after we weren't together anymore. I'm not supposed to fucking like you or be attracted to you, but god damn it, y/n," his eyes scan over my body, "you make it so. Damn. Difficult."

I smirk at him and laugh slightly, "I knew it. I knew something fishy was up. You know you also made it pretty damn difficult to hate you!" I say gesturing to his whole body.

"Oh really?" He says, smirking as he slowly takes a step closer to me.

He gets face to face with me and I look up at him and place a finger on his chest, "Oh nuh uh. You've got some explaining to do Rem. You don't get to act like that for so long and then just pretend it didn't happen." I smirked at him before bending down excessively to pick up the now empty boxes.

"Ohhh fuck. You." He laughed, a smirk spreading on his face.

I looked over my shoulder and smirked at him, "Oh you naughty boy. Not here. Cameras. Don't wanna get fired over something stupid. My place?"

He nods and we finish up closing the store. We both start walking out to the parking lot, and as we split off, I tell him to just follow my car to my house. "Oh don't forget," I say, making him turn back around to look at me, "I still realllllllllly fuckin hate you." I wink and get in the car. He hops on his bike and I drive off and see him following close behind. Finally.