Only Angel [FP Jones x OC]

Nineteen

FP sniffed as he slipped through the bathroom door, watching as the redhead Blossom girl leave with a squeeze of Seline's arm.

"That girl...gives me the creeps." FP said as he straightened his belt and tugged his shirt down. He slowly pursed his lips as he looked back at the Lodge girl, "You trying to get with her, too?"

Seline shrugged with a bright grin, "Not yet."

FP rolled his eyes as he looked down the hallway after Cheryl then back at Seline, "What're you doing with my son?"

"Nothing!" She threw her shoulders up as her eyes shifted away from FP.

The man's stare broadened on the girl before him, "Seline."

"Forsythe," Seline immediately turned to the older man with a flip of her hair and a soft smile.

"Don't you go messing around with my son." He brought his hand up, pointing in the girl's face.

Seline opened her mouth to say something but FP shoved her to the wall, "I mean it. You can mess with me all you want, but you stay away from Jughead."

The girl brought her bottom lip between her teeth with a nod, "You've got it. So, I'll see you tonight then?"

FP scoffed, looking away from Seline only to turn back and quickly peck her cheek, "Come by the house later."

"You won't kick me out this time?" She reached up to run her hands down FP's lean chest.

"Not even for eating crackers." He responded, his eyes training on her dark painted lips before leaning in for a peck.

"Sels!"  

Seline's eyes shut as she let out an exasperated sigh, her sister's shrill voice ruining the moment.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked, her heels clicking down the hall as Seline looked over FP's shoulder.

"Macking on a boy, Ronnie. Get lost."

"What about Jughead? You two were so close this morning." Ronnie slowly approached the couple as FP's eyes narrowed at Seline.

"'Nothing', huh?" He sniffed in slight agitation as his tongue prodded against his bottom lip.

"Forsythe..."

"No. You come by tonight or not. But no more of him." FP added sternly as he backed away from Seline. Turning on his heels, he stormed down the hallway and Seline reached to shove her sister.

"What did I do?"

Seline groaned, "I was working an angle. Don't tell Juggy, okay?"

Ronnie narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms as she popped a hip, "Depends...when you agreed to do my homework, who were you with?"

Seline rolled her eyes at her little sister, reaching to tug at Ronnie's dark hair, "Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to."

Ronnie winced, swatting her sister's hand away from her, "Fine! I won't tell. So who was that guy?" She pointed her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of FP, her bag cradled in her elbow.

"Out of my league." Seline added, curling her arm in her sister's to stroll away the last half of second period.

"He looked dirty." Veronica scrunched her nose in judgement and Seline pressed her lips together.

"Don't judge a book by its cover, Ronnie. He's my Marlon Brando." The oldest Lodge tried her hardest to hide the shiver down her spine. "Just thinking about him has my whole body in vibrate."

"And where does that leave Jughead?" Veronica asked as she smiled at her older sister.

"Take that vibration, add whipped cream." Seline tilted her head back with a dramatic sigh then pulled her sister into the student lounge.

"I'm hoping that's good because--"

"Ronnie, it's a bit hard to choose between those two. I kinda want them both."

Veronica shook her head as the two sisters sat on the couch. "You know those things never end well."

"Well then, I know who I'll have to choose."

"Juggy, right?" Ronnie asked, her brows raised in curiosity.

Seline shook her head, "Can't start something that never should've started."