Why Don't We Imagines

•Corbyn•

"So i'm fired?" I ask my manager. All i did was shout at the customer. He was so rude to me for no reason. Okay maybe i over reacted a little but he shouldn't have knocked over the display i spent hours putting up.

"Yes, You're customer service is horrible... here is your last pay check" He hands me an envelope with my name on it.

"I think i need compensation money too, my backs a little sore from carrying this business on my back for the past 3 years" I wink at him, before turning and walking out of the shop.

Walking out i could see the guy i shouted at, standing there with 6 bags, struggling to get them to his car.

I jog over and he immediately takes a step back, remembering me.

"Come to shout at me again" He looks all around my face.

"Come to help you, dickhead. I'm a nice person just you really irked me" I take 3 bags off him.

"Did your manager send you out?" He was hesitant about it, but walks on ahead of me.

"My manager fired me because of my poor customer service..." I was under payed at that job anyways.

"oh, i'm really sorry" He unlocks his mercedes benz.

"You better be" I open up the boot, This mans trunk was full of shopping bags.

"Someone's birthday?" I set the bags i had ontop of the others.

"No... I'm moving into my own house so i'm buying stuff to get me started" He setts his bags down on top.

I nod, not really interested and open the envelope the manager gave.

"Sneaky little bitch" I rip the empty envelope up.

"Are you... Are you okay?" He looks at the paper i just shoved into my back pocket.

"He didn't pay me... What an asshole" I go to grab my phone out of my pocket, but realize it's broken to pieces, sitting on my bedroom floor.

"I can give you some-"

"There's no need for that... It's kind of your fault i'm here" I look at my watch.

"Then i insist, Let me drive you home. Let me do something for you atleast. I owe it to you" He grabs his wallet from his pocket. This man is filthy rich. I didn't notice all the rings on his fingers before or the louis vuitton wallet. Not to mention the gucci shoes.

"Hop in a random card with a random stranger who got me fired... Sounds a bit sketchy. I can walk home" I turn on my heels and start to walk away.

"Wait" He grabs my hand. I turn around astonished.

"Atleast let me put you in an uber or something" He hands me a $50 bill.

"You take that back..." I put it in his hand and close his hand over.

"I'm really sorry about your job and your pay check so, either take the money and get an uber or hop in my car and i'll drive you home" He says sternly, Oh. he's stubborn like me. I like that.

I take the easier option and walk to the passenger seat of his car. Sitting down in it.

He sniggers a little and then revs his engine, Oh he's one of these boys.

I roll my eyes slightly and look out the window.

"Do you know any good decorators?" He makes conversation before driving out of the parking lot.

"My dad and brother are decorators" I say truthfully. "Where are you driving... you don't know where i live" I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Oh, just to get some food, you look like you haven't eaten" He looks up and down at me, then moving his attention back to the road.

"I can grab something at home" I shuffle in my seat a little, showing that he's making me a little uncomfortable.

"So your father and brother are decorators?" He returns back to the conversation.

"Yeah" I crack my knuckles on my right hand, before i can crack them on my left he puts his hands on mine.

"Don't do that" He demands.

"Sorry, Dad" i day sarcastically. I pull my hands away.

"Do they have a card or anything? Something i can contact them through" He looks at his gold rolex watch.

I poke through my bag and put a work card in his cup holder.

"Thanks you. I'm Corbyn, by the way" He side eyes me.

"Nice." I look at my watch. He notices me looking and then notices the tension.

"I'm not gonna kidnap you, calm down. I'm gonna get some food and then drop you home. You can eat with me too if you like" He pulls up into this fancy ass shopping centre. Full of big label shops and fancy restaurants.

"I can wait here" I live downtown, this is high up in my city. Only the rich come here.

"So a burger and fries will be okay, i'll bring them back and we can eat in my car together?" He shakes his head laughing, as it was disgusting and something he would never even consider doing.

"I'm vegan, can you not just drive me home and then go eat?" I huff slightly.

"Okay, Do i not even get your name?" He leans back and puts his seatbelt back on.

"Sierra" I say quietly.

He nods and hands me his phone, "Your address" He rolls his window down a little but his attention was kept on the phone.

I type down an address at the top of my block. He's not getting my full address.

"Oh, Downtown?" He takes the phone off me, questioning it.

"Yeah, is your preppy car too nice for down there?" I sigh, knowing full rightly that the people from downtown are broke, drug addicts and violent.

"Not at all... You don't look like you live downtown" He starts just engine up.

"Yeah my work uniform covers up" I chuckle a little.

He stays silent and starts driving, downtown was more familiar to me, but not for him.

While driving down the streets everyone was staring at the car. "Why are they all looking?" He says completely oblivious.

"Nicest car they've seen around here, Take the backroads out, of i were you. And don't leave the car. you'll get jumped, shoes and watch will get stolen" I give him a some tips.

"You sure you're okay walking down here alone?" He parks up in a spot where i set the address too. I live half way down this block.

"Yeah, Thank you Corbyn" I open the door but he stops me. "My mother's looking for staff at the business she owns. I can drop a word in for you" He looks into my eyes. His eyes were so beautiful.

"That'd be nice" I smile, better getting a job soon before i end up living on the streets.

"How old are you?" He grabs a gold pen from his glovebox and writes down on the back off the work card i gave him for my father.

"18" I chew the inside of my lip.

"your number?" He asks.

"I don't have a cell right now" Snatching the pen off him and writing down my email.

"I'll email you then" He laughs a little. I nod and walk down the street and into my house, i could hear his car rev from inside my house. He made sure i got in safely.

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