Reggie x Sweetpea
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Reggie's POV:
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It doesn't take long before Sweetpea shows up to class. Even though he's a Serpent, he's still really good about showing up to classes. Not that I care really, but it's cool to see that not all of them blow off their grades. Speaking of "blowing off", I totally caught Archie and Jughead in the locker room the other day. But anyways. I averted my gaze to the front of the room where our teacher began the lesson. I yawn and tap my pencil eraser on my desk.
My eyelids begin to shut until I hear someone drop their books on the floor.
Goddamn it.
I look up and sure enough, it was Sweetpea. I don't hate him, but I also don't really like him either. Or, I don't think so atleast. Sure he's annoying from time to time but when I've actually talked to him he's kinda nice. And not to mention hot as hell. But like, not in a gay way.
I sigh and slam my head on my desk. It hurt like hell but I was too tired to care.
"Ouch.." I groaned in pain. Well, it was my fault anyways.
In this class my teacher has the room arranged really weird. The desks are always in pairs of two. With my luck, I was placed by Sweetpea.
Usually, I'm the one who's deemed annoying and dreadful to be placed next to. But as of recently, I got suspended from the football team. Coach said it was due to my absences and tardies. I didn't really care though. I needed a break anyways.
It's not that Sweetpea's actually annoying, it's just the fact the he doesn't like sitting by me. I don't know why. Well, I do, actually. I used to blame him and the other Serpents for a lot of stuff. I guess they don't really forgive and forget? Atleast not with me. Fair enough.
I mean, if I'm being real, I still do. But this time I'm not lying. I swear I'm not. Unless I'm going crazy. Like that's really possible.
Anyways, I decide, fuck this class. And I stare out the window.
"Hey there, Daydreamer." An irritatingly familiar voice says.
"Jesus Sweetpea. What do you want." I ask rubbing my eyes. Silence.
"Well, I want you." I raise and eyebrow. "..Tooooo help me with this!" He says quickly. I'd rather not question.
"Okay well, It'd kind of help if you showed me what "this" is." He scoffed at my remark.
"Okay smartass, here." He says sliding over the paper. "You decide, Sweets. Is it Daydream, or smartass." I say laughing a bit. I swear his face turned red. "I- Um.. yeah whatever just like- help." He says. I try my best to hold in a laugh, but fail miserably.
Sweetpea's POV:
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"You decide, Sweets. Is it Daydreamer, or smartass." Reggie laughs. I blush vigorously at the nickname he made. Oh. My god. This man. He is the bane of my existence! Yet, he IS my existence. I honestly wouldn't come to school if he didn't.
I don't think anyones ever called me that before. Sweets. I like it. But, only coming from Reggie. Otherwise it's weird. Wait. IT IS WEIRD COMING FROM REGGIE! GOD.
I blush even harder.
"I- Um.. yeah whatever just like- help." I say, mumbling a bit. He laughs. He laughs his beautiful, addicting laugh.
I can't believe I'm describing The, Reginald Mantle's laugh as beautiful. Or, even, addicting. God. I swear if you told me when Southside was first moved to Riverdale High, that I, had a crush on Mr. Mantle, the football hotshot, I wouldn't believe you. And I'd possibly slap you.
"Are you listening?" I hear him say. It snaps me out of my thoughts quickly. "Oh. What? Sorry I.. wasn't paying attention. Like at all. I'm sorry." I said. "What? No! It's fine dude, I barely said anything anyways. I'll just restart. No big deal." He chuckled. I sighed and nodded, causing him to clear his throat and re-explain the worksheet to me.
I rest my hand on my chin as he finishes up what he has to say. "Thank you." I say grabbing the sheet and pencil from him. "Hey, seriously, it's no big deal. Plus, it's kind of nice actually talking to you." He says with a smile. I blush again and turn away.
Reggie's POV:
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"Hey, seriously, it's no big deal. Plus, it's kind of nice actually talking to you." I say with a smile. Wait. There's no way I just caught myself saying that. I am NOT gay. Well, contrary to popular belief between the football team, I don't actually like the girl they think I do. Or atleast that I told them I did. I just needed them to hop off! Anyways. I didn't think I was gay? Maybe I should go talk to Cheryl or something. She's like, some magic lesbian or something.
