Riverdale's Romeo & Juliet (Sweet Pea x Reader)

T W O

Here's chapter two, although it's somewhat short. Please leave comments, as I live for them! Thanks to those who have starred and added to this story to their lists!

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"What's a Northsider doing here? Did your fancy little GPS in daddy's favorite car get you lost?"

You could feel your heart beating as fast as a hummingbird's wings as he stares you down. You're a person with average height, but his towering build easily makes you feel like a dwarf. As your eyes quickly flit to his crossed leather-clad arms, you notice the numerous rings adorning his fingers and can't help but think how much your face would hurt if he punched you right now.

Then you see it, as he cocks his head slightly to the right. The mark on the left side of his neck is undeniably distinguishable, resulting in your eyes widening in shock.

Crap, of course, your mind registers as you process the infamous tattoo. They're Serpents!

However, your heart isn't racing because you're scared, although you do admit that you're slightly frightened. You haven't feel this alert in days, a sudden jolt of electricity coursing through your body and causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand. During these past weeks of experiencing Riverdale everyone you've met seems dead...lifeless...

Except him.

"Cat got your tongue, Northsider?" His lips tug into a lopsided smirk, totally aware that the amount of time you've spent staring at him far exceeds the normal limit.

You fold your arms defensively and roll your eyes, attempting to dispel his smug tone while also trying to ignore the shivers you got when he smirked at you. "I'm here to talk to Jughead, not you."

He raises an eyebrow again, slightly surprised that you actually responded. "Well, he's not in the mood, Northsider." He turns to a silent Jughead, whose lips are set in a hard straight line as he intently watches the scene in front of him. "Right, Jones? I'm curious though...how many girlfriends did you leave behind?"

The tall boy's eyes meet yours again as he quickly glances at you from tip to toe, a devilish, challenging glint to them as they await your next reaction. "She's definitely different from your other chick."

"Sweet Pea, leave the girl alone," interjects the pink-haired girl, exasperation evident in her face and voice.

But you certainly won't let him off that easily. His last words make your blood boil, and you feel the need to accept his challenge. In fact, you welcome it. "Sweet Pea, huh? Is this your 'sweet' way of treating other girls? Wouldn't be surprised that you're just some lonely, jealous perv."

You didn't think it was possible but suddenly the boy closes the small gap between the two of you, to the point where you lose your footing while stepping back and almost fall down. His face flashes with annoyance, and you wonder just how in the hell such a short-tempered person got paired with an innocent nickname.

"Jesus, you're all the same! Privileged snobs who think you're all better than––"

"SP, stop!" yell Jughead and the other girl, using brute force to push him back.

You step further away, suddenly aware of the fact that everyone else has stopped their activities to see the scene unravel before them. How does nobody hear your heart beating out of your chest? Because you certainly do.

"You're insane!" you exclaim at the trio in front of you, your finger pointing exactly at the raven-haired boy.

"Well, the feeling's mutual," Sweet Pea retorts back, bangs covering his pissed-off face as his fists clench so tightly. He's never punched a girl before but you sure were asking for it, and boy, was it tempting.

"Y/n, leave. Now."

You blink at Jughead's order, taken aback at his words. His response was quite the opposite of how he had treated you before; when you, Archie, and him were younger and someone had broken something or taken another person's toy, he always defended you, even if you were the culprit or in the wrong.

And at this moment, you are so in the wrong.

If it were any other time you would be feeling embarrassed, but it's rather the opposite. Your body is a confused mess of anger, curiosity, and excitement. This Sweet Pea has your interest piqued, even if he's currently annoying you. The electricity that coursed through you earlier is still present, if not amplified.

You'd never act like this, even if provoked. You don't know if it's because of the place you're in, or him, but you definitely aren't yourself.

What is wrong with me?

With that question nagging your brain, you and Jug exchange one last look before you curtly nod and turn away, beginning the walk back to your car.

"Yeah, go back home Northsider! Better not see you again!" Although you had only met him less than ten minutes ago, that voice unmistakably belongs to Sweet Pea.

Yet you can't help but laugh at it. Because it no longer sounds angry––rather, it sounds as if he's challenging you once again. Like he knows this won't be the last time he sees you.

As you begin to enter the parking lot you raise your hand high enough in the air and proudly flip him off.

Because you know you're bound to cross paths again. And, if you're being honest with yourself, you're excited for the moment that you do.