Can you do a nate imagine were he is a bad boy at school and he flirts with you and one day u give in and skip with him and smoke and things get tense. Thank you. Ur a great writer btw♡♡♡♡
– Thanks for the request and the compliment you’re so sweet…I’m so excited to do this one! - Bri x
“Come on you know you want to…” He trails off, looking at you with such a light in his eyes it makes you even more intrigued by him. He leans against your locker and leans in slightly so he’s capable of speaking low enough only you can hear, “I’ll make it worth your while.”
You look up at him and tilt your head to the side, your hair cascading down your back, touching your waist at the peek-a-boo part between your shorts and top in such a way it makes Nate’s jaw tighten just by looking at you, “are you sure about that?” You play along. Nate was only interested in you because you didn’t give him what he wanted straight away, he was all about the chase and you gave quite a good one.
“I’m definite about that.” He places his hand on your waist, slowing tugging at your hair causing you to breathe heavier, oh god you loved it when people played with your hair.
You were passing all of your classes, and hadn’t had a day off yet, so it wasn’t like it’d be that big of a deal if you skipped. Nate was a Senior, and you were a little younger so it was enticing to get offered to spend time with him, “is your car in the parking lot?” You question, and his reply is just a nod of assurance. You sigh, slamming your metal locker down shut, “well what are we doing, huh? Let’s get out of here.”
Nate drapes his muscular arm around you. As a pair, you exit through the school doors and towards the Senior Parking lot where his white Nissan sat, parked carelessly at the very back covering two parking spots. He opens the door for you and you slide in, he takes your backpack from you and tosses it in the backseat before getting in himself.
“Where are we going?” You question, eyeing him as he drives out of the parking lot, and in the direction of town.
Nate shrugs, and extends his arm, resting it on your thigh he smooths over your bare thigh with his palm, “nowhere special, babygirl.” Right after he says that, he pulls into a parking lot and drives to the part where barely any cars were at the very back of the building before parking and shutting the car off.
Immediately, you take off your seat belt and get yourself comfortable on the seat. Nate smiles at you, and reaches into his backpack in the back seat to pull out a small bag of marijuana and a packet of rolling papers, “have you ever done this before?” He questions, and you shake your head. You regularly were the type of girl who followed the strict guidelines of what’s right or wrong, but Nate intrigued you so much and you wanted to see what life in his world was like. His grin widens, like he was excited that this would be your first time smoking.
“Well, you know, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He reminds you eyes catching yours as he runs his tongue along the paper to make it stick, “we can just chill–that’s why I invited you anyway.”
You rest your head against the headrest and scoff, “yeah…sure.” You wanted to try it anyway, but you weren’t too confident with his ‘nice guy’ scheme. A few girls had spent a little time with Nate said he was forceful, and was only interested if things went his way. He was the cliche bad boy in every movie you had ever watched…the bad boy you dreamed of having ever since you watched Grease, but he was also so much more. Nate holds the joint between his thumb and index finger and passes it to you.
“Let’s see you try it then, babygirl.” He tests you, you reach up and grab the joint out of his fingers, you layer it between your lips and then take the lighter off of his thigh.
Holding the lighter up, you attempt to flick it with your finger but have some difficulty, you try it a few more times getting frustrated with yourself, “fuck.”
“Shh, shh here.” Nate coos, leaning over…his face was inches away from yours as he takes the lighter out of your shaky, nervous fingers, “inhale-” he instructs and you do as you’re told, immediately getting a rush of smoke into your mouth and lungs when he lights it. You take the joint away and cough, causing Nate to chuckle.
“I don’t want that anymore.” You state passing it back to him, “oh my god, my lungs are burning.”
“That’s supposed to happen!” He teases and throws his head back laughing before taking a hit. His cheeks are tinted red beneath his scruff of a beard, and you find it adorable how he gives you a crooked grin in between every hit.
He still looked bad, yes, but he also showed you a side that you admired because he was interesting, enticing, kind–everything you loved in a person, “why do you act so bad all the time?” You question as his eyes droop shut for a moment, enjoying the high that came with smoking.
“It’s the only way to protect myself–and it’s pretty fun too.” He replies without hesitation, within a few hits he was finished with the joint and was left with a raw buzz, “why do you act so hard to get all the time?” He tips his head back against the headrest and looks at you.
You shrug, “because I’m not easy…I saw what boys–including you–did to girls who gave themselves easily…it’s all about the chase for you.”
He leans in slightly pressing a kiss to your cheek, “well you’re smart, I’ll give you that, but how you do I’m just interested in hitting it and moving on?” The air was thick between you two, and he was growing closer with every passing second.
“Because,” you say simply, “what else would a boy your age be interested in you?”
“The cute girl that sat at the front row in Physics and answered all the questions .” His eyes meet yours, and his tone drops when you both start to slowly lean in. You were the girl who that at the front row in Physics and answered all the questions. You were the girl he was interested in, and not for just a hookup. His lips capture yours with haste, and he grips your ribcage being surprisingly respectful as his lips caress yours. It tastes earthy from the weed, but nothing could beat the way his shapely lips worked against yours.
He was a bad boy…but oh god he had good lips.
I just kept writing and writing and writing and writing…I hope it’s not too long oh my god…lowkey I was imagining this happening to me the whole time and y/n acts exactly like I would oh dang. I hope you all enjoyed! - Bri x