Redemption [Sweet Pea x OC]

Chapter 8

The sound of the motorcycle engines broke the silence, echoing up and down the otherwise peaceful street.

"You sure this is it?" Fangs asked, inspecting the house in front of us.

"Yes," I snapped. "How many times are you going to ask me that?"

"This is definitely it," Diamond said, nodding to the truck in the driveway. "That was parked across the street last night when he was tagging our turf.

"Let's go," Sweet Pea said, leading us up the porch steps. The door swung open, perfectly timed with our arrival, Fangs, Diamond, and I fanning out around Sweet Pea. "How stupid are you Northsiders? You really think you can come into my house, stick a gun in my face in front of my boys, threaten my girl, and there wouldn't be any pay back?"

I kept a close eye on Andrews, not trusting him to repeat last night's events. He was too calm, this wasn't going to be the simple matter of Sweet Pea getting his revenge. Something more was coming, and as the door was jerked open wider, I got my answer.

"You have crap timing, bro," someone said. "Bulldogs eat Serpents for lunch." I crossed my arms, waiting to see what this cocky jock was going to do.

"We'll see about that," Sweet Pea growled, taking a step forward. "And the more the merrier," he called into the house before turning to me and grabbing my hand. "Looks like you had the right idea, Abigail."

Andrews's eyes widened in disbelief. "Abigail? What are...When...I thought it was you last night," he stuttered.

"It was. But that still didn't stop you from pulling a gun on us," I replied coldly. Sweet Pea wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I smirked, disapproval clouding the redhead's eyes. Even as kids he thought he could change Jughead and I, turn us into model Northsiders.

Andrews took a step back, pulling aside the brunette who'd been hovering behind him the entire time. The jock, Mantle, I read on his jacket, stayed where he was, blocking us from entering. "If you want a fight, we'll fight," Andrews said, returning to the door.

"What about your gun?" Sweet Pea asked.

"What about your knife?" Andrews returned.

"How about no weapons?" his girlfriend interrupted. "If you troglodytes insist on doing this, there are gonna be rules. Or should I call Sheriff Keller to be referee?" I rolled my eyes at her, but stayed silent. Had she ever been in a fight? I doubted it, she looked like the type of girl who just threw money at a problem until it went away.

It was agreed that the fight would take place in an hour's time, on the bridge over Sweetwater River, the one place that wasn't Northside or Southside territory. Lightning flashed as we began making calls, rallying the Serpents.

It was pouring rain by the time everyone gathered, but it didn't stop anything. The Serpents spread out, watching as the Bulldogs climbed out of their cars, thinking their muscle was all they needed to win. But they were used to running at the other team knocking the other team down and walking off. The Serpents weren't about to let that happen.

"Please, stay back here," Sweet Pea pleaded.

I sighed, leaning against his bike. "I will for now," I said. "But I can't promise to stay out of it completely. I don't trust that guy," I nodded towards the only one not in a letterman jacket. "He's not on the team, so why is he here?"

"Waterboy?" Sweet Pea asked, followed my gaze. "Keep an eye on him, but please, don't do anything stupid," he said. I nodded before pushing up on my toes to kiss his cheek.

The Serpents parted for Sweet Pea as he made his way to the front, coming to stand across from Andrews. Everyone seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the first hit. When Andrews threw the first punch, I knew we were off to a good start, as it was now official that a Northsider had started it all. I split my attention between the chaos of Serpents and Bulldogs and the outsider they'd brought with them.