Sweet Pea Imagines

< Pops >

Y/N's pov:

The eccentric neon lighting of Pops bounced of the shiny surfaces around you, as you worked slowly through your night shift. It was one of your quieter shifts to say the least, the only sound was your white sneakers shuffling around the building. You however, were enjoying the stillness of the world around you. It kept your mind clear, you could almost hear yourself thinking about the small things- homework that was awaiting you at home, the moves to your next rivervixen cheer routine. To pass time quicker, you plugged in your earbuds, letting music blasted its way to your ears. 'Do I Wanna Know?' by Arctic Monkeys played next. You wiped your hands on the white apron that was wrapped around you and started wiping down the surfaces on the other side of the counter, facing the wall. You couldn't help yourself as you let your hips swing to the beat of the song, you felt yourself unwind, your stiff posture you have been enduring for hours loosened and you closed your eyes and drifted off into the song.

Sweet Pea's pov:

On the other side of the tracks was not where he intended to end up, but he was in search for decent food other than his usual diet of instant noodles, so when the tempting 'open 24 hours' sign of a diner came into his line of sight, he swerved his motorbike into the empty parking lot.

He entered with purpose. Food. He was certainly not looking for any northside trouble, so when the familiar ding of the pops bell rung, he let a sigh of relief as he scanned the empty diner, until he notice you, a y/h/c chick situated behind the counter, her back facing him, swaying her body. He would've scoffed at the girls obliviousness to his presence, yet he found your body movements amusing and entrancing. He decided to take a seat at the stool behind you, his eyes glued on you, watching your dance.

Y/N's pov:

You didn't notice the handsome stranger until your turned on the balls of your feet in time to the music. You opened your eyes, only to be met with dark chocolate brown ones of the receiving end.

You jumped back, visibly startled, clutching on hand on your chest. "I-I'm sorry," Your shy side resurfaces as you manage to let those two words from your lips.

"Don't be." The tall boy replies back, a smug smirk growing on his lips.

You recover a little from your embarrassment. "So how long where you sitting there?" You ask, your cheeks flustered as you wonder just how long he was gawking at you.

"Not long enough." He deadpanned. Great. Just when you think your embarrassment has come to an end, you feel your cheeks grow hot.

You don't reply, instead leaving you two in an awkward silence, until your eyes meet his, and suddenly the air grows thick with tension. You take this time to notice his broad frame. A leather jacket hung loosely off of his shoulders, yet tight around his biceps. You could tell he worked out. A loose curl curtained his forehead in a successful attempt to look effortlessly hot, and you couldn't help but notice the snake imprinted of the side of his neck- he was a serpent. He screamed of trouble. A bad-boy aura that oozed seduction. Your eyes returned to his face, where a shit eating grin was planted on his lips. He noticed you checking him out.

You coughed,reluctantly averting your eyes from his. He was hot, no doubt. You told yourself that you're at work, no distractions. "What can I get you?"

Sweet Pea's pov:

She placed one hand on her hip, while the other supported her as she leaned on the table. He noticed her sparkling eyes rake over your top half as you sat at the counter, so now it was his turn. He ran his eyes over her form, the way the skimpy yellow uniform hugged her curves, how the dress ended a little below mid-thigh. His eyes lingered at her cleavage then raked over the way her hair rested on her shoulders, a little ruffed up from running her hand through when she was dancing. He couldn't keep his eyes off her then and he couldn't now, not when your own eyes wandered dangerously to his bottom half, which was gratefully hidden behind the white counter. He watched as she bit her plump glossed lips, the corners of her mouth dancing into a little innocent smirk.

"I'll have a strawberry milkshake," His voice gravely. Sure she was cute- he thought to himself, but she was also a Northsider, ones that uphold their stuck-up, rich-bitch attitudes.

Y/N's pov

You re-entered into the main area of the diner, milkshake in hand, to be met with the same brown orbs. They were cold and menacing, ones that is a different circumstance would make you shudder- yet his body gave it away. He licked his full bottom lip, and that in itself boosted the confidence in you to strut to him and slide the milkshake towards him.

You didn't expect a 'thank you'. Surely that would ruin his bad-boy demeanor, and anyways you were still shocked, and a little confused, that a tall glass of water like him would give you a second glance. Then again don't get your hopes up, you thought, a boy like him wouldn't even notice you unless you were the waitress taking his order in some god-awful American dine-

-"Thanks, Y/N." Your eyes must have widened in shock as the boy who was now chuckling to himself, snapped you out of you train of thoughts. Not only did he say thank you ,which was rare by usual standards, he said your name, which startled you as you don't remember handing your name out to gang members. But you had to admit, it sounded like pure bliss coming from his mouth.

He must've sensed your confusion at his words as he followed up with: "Its on your name tag," he nodded to your uniform where indeed 'Y/N' was scribbled onto the plastic badge, only to add with a wink "sweetheart." You felt not only your cheeks grow warms, but also somewhere between your thighs.

He stared at you with another smug smirk, his head tilted back a little in pleasure as he watched you, which only added to your discomfort.

A/N's note:

Hello, I didn't exactly know how to finish this imagine but let me know if you want a part 2 ;)

also, let me know what you think about smut, and if I should write any.