⚠️smut
For someone who's attended her fair share of high-school parties, Cheryl is surprised to find herself somewhat enjoying this one.
She'd been hesitant when Toni had first brought it up. A Serpent party, she'd thought, sceptical to the extreme. Images of drugs and shitty music and a whole lot of dangerous shit had sprung to mind, nothing like the parties she'd attended through high school so far (which, if she really thinks about it, might not have been a bad thing. The last party she'd gone to hadn't exactly been a blast).
"I don't know, T." She'd said, using the nickname to try and soften the blow, reluctant to shatter the gleaming in hope in her girlfriend's eyes. Because as much as she loves Toni, the Serpents is her thing, not Cheryl's. The party would surely be full of Toni's friends, playing music Cheryl had probably never heard of. Plus, Cheryl could use the night away from her to start planning the surprise road trip she'd been talking about with Betty for Toni's birthday.
But Toni had pouted and Toni had persuaded, in that adorably excited way of hers, promising that it would be a fun night out, and that the second Cheryl wanted to leave, they would.
"Also, it'd be our first party together. As a couple." This part Toni had spoken softly, looking at Cheryl with such love in her eyes that, god, she'd just had to lean over and kiss her, and Cheryl had found herself agreeing.
So, here she stands. A Serpent party. And it's actually pretty good, she has to admit.
She'd been expecting a party simply full of Serpent members, but the house (belonging to one of the Serpents whose name Cheryl can't remember) is packed with not just with members of the Serpents. There are kids from all different cliques, jocks dancing with science nerds, bookworms playing beer pong with the Mathletes. It's a real melting-pot, a lot friendlier than any party Cheryl's attended before—those she'd been to in her sophomore and junior years had always held a certain air of hostility, like if she made one wrong move, said the wrong thing to the wrong person, she'd be made a social pariah in the blink of an eye.
The music is decent, too. There've been a couple of songs Cheryl couldn't name for the life of her, but most of it is the popular stuff she listens to on the radio. And people are dancing, no dangerous shit in sight, and all in all, she's been having a great time.
Her and Toni had arrived about an hour after the party started and had immediately been greeted by Fangs and Kevin, Kevin being invited by Fangs. They'd chatted with the boys, had a few drinks, danced together. Cheryl was having the time of her life, if she's honest.
Well, she had been. Up until Ava Jackson decided to start flirting with her girlfriend.
Toni had gone with Fangs to get more drinks for the four of them about ten minutes ago, and whilst Fangs had returned to her and Kevin, Toni had not. Cheryl had been confused, looking around trying to locate Toni, worried she might have gotten lost in the sea of people, before her eyes had landed on a flash of irritatingly familiar blonde hair and her concerned frown had dropped into a cold glare.
Toni hadn't got lost. Toni had just been waylaid by the one person who can make Cheryl see red in a matter of seconds. Fucking Ava.
Cheryl can see them now from where she's posted up against the wall with the boys, can see Toni chatting away to the blonde as Ava stares up at her girlfriend like she's seeing the sun for the first fucking time. And it's not like she can really blame her—Toni's amazing, Cheryl knows—but that's not the point.
The point is, Toni is hers. She's hers. Cheryl's never been a particularly possessive person, nor has jealousy ever really troubled her, but Ava just pushes her buttons in a way she's never experienced before.
