Go Out With Me - Billy Hargrove
Word Count: 902
Summary: Billy has you on his radar and won’t rest until you go on a date with him.
A/N: So, here is my first imagine ever, hope everyone can enjoy it. Any mistakes on the text let me know, I’m still working on my english.
P.S: Let me know if you guys want a part 2 or not, and REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
You knew that the new kid in town was trouble, staying away from him was the logical thought, however that had been proven difficult once you fell on his radar. Part of you was angry at it, and the other, well, the other part liked it. Perhaps a bit to much, you’d say.
You were at your locker picking up the books for your next class when a familiar sent filled the air around you, a mix of cigarettes, cheap cologne and something natural. You’d never admit that it made you feel warm and slightly excited to smell that around you. Billy Hargrove leaned on the locker beside you, his half buttoned shirt fitted him perfectly in all the right places. God, he couldn’t fully button that thing to save his life. You weren’t complaining though, what he had of doucheness was equally matched by his looks. All of which made you extremely frustrated, it’s a damn waste of good looks in a shitty person.
“Hey there princess.” He said at the moment you closed you locker. A smirk stamped on his face.
“I have a name you know.” You said annoyed.
“I do. But, princess fits you better, Y/n.” He pronounced every letter in your name slowly while keeping his deep blue eyes gazing at you. You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him. Making your way to your next class. He followed you through the hallway.
“Walking away while I was still talking to you… That’s rude princess.” He faked a disappointed expression and smirked.
“Nothing you can’t handle Hargrove. Now, get lost.” You spoke without looking at him. He held you by your wrist stopping you from walking, so you turned around and looked at him.
“I haven’t finished yet. Let’s go out Friday night. Try to find something fun to do in this shit town.” You sighed. It was about the hundredth time he called you out.
“I’ll say to you now, what I did all the other times you asked: no.” You released yourself from his grip and walked away.
“We’ve been doing this for a month. How long can you keep this, hard to get act, princess?” He shouted to you.
“Has long as I need to.” You said as you entered the classroom.
The next week wasn’t different, Billy made, yet another attempt at asking you out. And once again you rejected him. You admired his determination, usually a guy like him would just give up. In theory they are not the type to humiliate themselves for a girl. “There are plenty of bitches in the sea.” To quote something Billy said himself once.
You were sitting at the hood of your black chevy malibu, after finishing your lunch, listening music, when you saw that familiar mess of yellow curls, blue eyes and tight jeans walking towards you.
“Twice in a day Hargrove, you really are desperate. What happened? Ran out of bitches?” You said raising one eyebrow at him.
He chuckled. “No. I just am not in the mood for bitches, princess.” He put one of his hands on the hood of your car and leaned in closer to you.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You said.
“Be my guest.”
A brief moment of silence past and he spoke again.
“Come on, Y/n, go out with me. If you hate it, what I doubt it’ll happen, I’ll never bother you again.”
“It sounds like a very tempting offer, but coming from you… I just don’t buy it.”
“Your lack of faith in me is impressive. You really think so little of me?”
“I’m not even answering that.”
He rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Okay, let me make a deal with you. If we go out together you get to pick the time and place. Hell, you can pick me up at my house if you want. After that if it is what you wish, I won’t bother you anymore. Regardless of you liking the date or not.”
You took a moment to think on his deal and you decided what you wanted.
“I am shocked that you would humiliate yourself to the point of letting the girl pick you up. You most certainly are desperate to prove something.”
You watched as his lips were pressed into a single white line and his jaw clenched.
“However, if you really want to go out with me, you have to plan the hole thing. Impress me Hargrove. My demands are: take me to a public place and pick me up tomorrow at 8pm.”
He smiled. You could feel his ego boost in the air.
“Finally princess. It’ll be a night you’ll never forget Y/n.”
“I believe you. Let’s hope it won’t go down as my worst date ever.” You spoke and went back to listen to your music.
You saw when he walked away, appreciating the view. Then you realized, shit, you accepted to go out with Billy fucking Hargrove. What in the hell was wrong with you. You closed your eyes and sighed.
You whispered to yourself. Then you had an Idea.
You would make him wish he’d never asked you out. You’d turn that date into a living hell. You smiled widely at the thought. Billy Hargrove, you are in for a treat.