Ariana Imagines

#121: Threatening Behavior

Ariana's friend storms up to the autoshop, her flirty smile and eyes making all the boys drool for her. Ariana awkwardly stands away from her with a running popsicle in her hands. She's lost her appetite. She walks closer to the gas stations convenient store, throwing the popsicle in the trash can outside. She sighs and leans against the wall. Sometimes she was jealous of her friend's good looks. But Ariana didn't put herself out there and that's what got herself angry.. With herself. 

She watches as her friend flirts with one of the guys she's been talking about for weeks. She smiles to herself and rolls her eyes at her. She feels a weird sticky feeling on her hand and when she looks down she sees some dry remainders from her cherry popsicle.

The jingle of the store's door rings. A white t-shirt and blue jeans. A cigarette in her lips, and wipes in her hands.
"Here you go sweetheart." Ariana turns to the girl. It was her, the girl everyone at school was scared of. But to Ariana it was the girl who gave her the stomach tickling dreams.

"T-Thank you." Ariana's voice says quietly as she gets the wet wipes handed to her. The girl just nods and leans against the wall next to her. The smell of cigarette's make Ariana pout her lips in a frown, she was reminded of her ex-boyfriend. She ignored the feeling inside her, he cheated, it was his fault, he was the devil. She exhales a shaky breath as her hands work on cleaning each other with the wet wipes. 

She can feel a pair of eyes on her, the ones that make her so nervous almost all the time. But right now she is completely lost in thought and memory. "You okay?" Ariana's thoughts become interrupted. "Yeah..." she lies throwing the wipes away. 

"Y/N, right?" Ariana asks as though she didn't know her name. She knew all right. "Mhm, Ariana?" Ariana's body shivers with goosebumps at the sound of her voice saying her own name. She smiles and blushes, "Yeah." Y/N notices and grins exhaling more smoke into the air. The silence got awkward as Ariana almost tripped while trying to change her position. Y/N's hand goes around Ariana's small arm, keeping her from falling. Ariana's eyes shoot back into hers, halfway cigarette poking out between her lips, demeanor so calm and collected always it seems, Ariana licks her lips while looking at Y/N's. Y/N smirks as she notices, than holds her up and let's go of her arm slowly. "Thank you." Ariana coughs trying to cover up what she already knew was exposed. 

"Your friend," she says looking to the garage area. Ariana's eyes drift from her now serious face to the motor boys and shiny motorcycles and pretty girls and spots her friend. "she left you behind." Ariana shrugs. "She's talking to her 'friend'." Ariana says throwing up quotation gestures. Y/N chuckles lowly. "Do you wanna get out of here?" Ariana's stomach tickles with nervousness now. "W-Where?" 

"Anywhere you want. Wanna milkshake?" 

"Can't we just get some inside?" Ariana looks into the gas stations store. 

Y/N shakes her head as she breaks down her cigarette in the ashtray on the trash can. "It's no good here." 

Ariana thinks for a short while, in the background you can hear the girls giggling. 

"Okay."