Noah Centineo Imagines

No Game

There are often days where everything is shit. Where, no matter what you do, the day never gets better. Where at the end of it all, you need a drink.

I left my bags in the back seat of my car, took off my blazer and tossed it on the passenger seat. I pulled my hair out of the ponytail and ran my fingers through it. I fixed my makeup, making me look less "worky".

I got out of my car, fixed my pencil skirt and readjusted my tank top. I grabbed my purse and locked my car. I sat down on a barstool and waited for the bartender to take my order.

"What can I get you?" He asked. I pretended not to notice him checking me out.

"Can I get a whiskey? Neat." He checked me out one more time before turning around and getting my drink.

I had just finished my second drink and was beginning to feel it when I noticed a guy across the bar looking at me. I'm not the kind of girl who hooks up with a guy she just met at the bar, but it has been a really crappy day, I was already starting to get drunk, and the guy was sexy as hell.

I looked over my shoulder to send him another flirtatious smile, but he wasn't there. I couldn't help but feel disappointed as I turned back around. I jumped and shook it off with a smile when the boy sat on the bar stool next to mine.

"Before we start," the mystery boy said as he leaned on the bar, turning towards me. "I should tell you; I have no game."

"Are you warning me or apologizing?" I smirked.

"A little bit of both?" He shrugged, laughing slightly. "Another round for me," he said holding up his beer to the bartender. "And another round for my new friend here. On me."

"Wow," I laughed. "We just met and you are already buying me drinks." He shrugged making me feel confident enough to add, "I knew I'd like you."

I felt victorious when I saw the blush form on his cheeks. "So," he cleared his throat. "Do you come here. . . A lot?"

I couldn't help but laugh at his cliché attempt at what was supposed to be a pick up line. "Did you just ask me if I come here often?" His cheeks burned as he scratched the back of his neck. He looked up at me and laughed.

"I told you," he laughed, "I have no game."

"Try again," I said turning more towards him and sitting up straighter. He rubbed his hands together, staring at me intensely. He laughed before clearing his throat.

"What brings a girl like you to a bar like this?"

"Still cliché, but better," I laughed. "To answer your question, girls like me are the reason guys like you come to a bar in the first place."

"True," he shrugged. "Then, why are you here at all?"

"Well, it's been a pretty shit day and I needed to feel numb. Even if it was only for a few hours."

"You should be careful who you tell that to around here," he warned. "That is catnip for some guys."

"Some guys?" I challenged.

"You know. The kind of guys who come to a bar just to have a one-night stand. The guy who comes looking for a girl in a vulnerable state."

"Okay, smart guy. Why are you here?" I crossed my legs, leaning back slightly as I smirked.

"I came to get a drink and if I happened to meet a cool girl, so be it."

I couldn't help but laugh at his response. I smirked when I got an idea. I leaned forward and put my hand right above his knee. My confidence grew as I noticed his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed.

"So, hypothetically, if a girl were to tell you that she would take you right here, right now, what would you say? If I invited you into the bathroom for some fun, would you come?"

"Hell yeah," he said, his voice breaking slightly. I pulled my hand away and laughed. "What?" He asked, innocently. "I'm a guy."

"Well, I'm a girl. And you know what they say about women having needs," I smirked as I took a sip of my drink.

"Are you. . . Are you serious?" He stuttered.

"Sure," I shrugged. "Besides, I've had a really shitty day and I have a feeling you could make it better. You up for it?"

"I think I'd be an idiot to say anything other than, hell yeah."

"Then finish that drink and let's get the hell out of here."

I laughed as he threw his head back, chugging what was left of his beer. He threw some cash on the bar, grabbed my hand and led me out to his car. Before he could open the car door, I pulled on his hand, turning him around and pressed my lips to his.

Our lips moved in sync as he pushed me against the side of his car. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I pulled away, breathing heavily.

"Before we do this," I said between breaths, "I need to know your name."

He leaned back and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, a genuine smile on his face. "Noah."

"Nice to meet you," I smiled. "I'm Y/N. And I have to say, Noah, you're a pretty good kisser for a guy who claims to have no game."