Tommy Rizzo was the kind of guy people admired or hated, he was the literal definition of a jerk. Leather jacket, smart mouth, slicked back hair, cigarette behind his ear, and always in problems. But with you he was a little different, at least when you two where alone, he was quieter when you were together, talkative but if he was with his friend he wanted to look cool of course, but everyone noticed the way he looked at you, the way he bite the inside of his cheek when he sees you with a boy.

At the diner, he sat in his usual booth surrounded by his friends, all flirting with dumb girls that only wanted to say they were dating with a guy like that. But Tommy didn’t join in, instead he kept looking at you, tapping his cigarette pack against the table, pretending he wasn’t staring at you.

Finally he slid out the booth when a girl tried to sit on his lap and eat his fries. He scoffed as he walked, fixing his hair as she approached you with that same security he wanted everyone to think he had, which maybe he did, sliding a strawberry milkshake to your table where you sat alone looking at the door.

“For you, quit looking at the door,” he said, “whoever you are waiting for? It’s me now.” He added like it was nothing, sitting back next to you and getting his arm over your shoulder.

You raised a brow at his smug response. “Thought you were busy with your friends..and those girls that seem to love you.” You added and he looked away, laughing.

“Awh, jealous much?” He grabbed your chin and then took a coin out his pocket, giving it to you. “Go choose a song, anything you want it’s on me.” He smiled, you knew that was kind of a big deal since he and his friends ruled over the jukebox like mobsters controlling a turf, looking at you like choosing a doo-wop track is the highlight of his entire damn night.

You giggled, smiling at him just for a second before getting up and walking over to choose a song, once you were done you sat back, you didn’t want to admit this was your ideal date, even if it wasn’t officially one.