diamond //sweet pea//

//three//

*trigger warning: severe abuse*

Dallas found herself on a couch deep in the Southside. Despite the living room not consisting of much it was like a palace compared to the hell hole she lived in. Her eyes traveled around the space waiting for SP to come back. She had never sat so straight in her life, hands placed perfectly ontop her knees.

SP came back from down the hall, his jacket off. Dallas got her first look at the tattoo on his thumb. As he sat next to her she found herself tracing it. "Did it hurt?" she questioned, her fingers still running over the ink.

"Not that one, the other one was worse," he said showing off the serpent emblem on his neck. Dallas didn't know why she hadn't seen it before.

"Whoa..." she breathed, her fingers twitching. SP liked the way she was so impressed with him. It was a first, but god it felt good for a change.

Dallas was hesitant, but she soon found her thumb tracing over the snake, her other fingers wrapped lightly around the back of his neck. She could hear the hitch in his breath as she leaned in to get a closer look.

Sweet Pea watched her lean in, not knowing how to handle it, her touch already setting him on edge. Her eyes flickered from his neck to locking eyes with him. He didn't know eyes could come in such an icy shade of blue, almost to the point of silver. The exact color you'd image a frosty snow day would be.

Dallas dropped her hand looking away, her heart beating erratically. Her mind, no matter how hard she had tried to keep wound up tight, was unraveling. The way he looked at her, couldn't be accidental.

"I don't think I could ever do it," she finally said after a moment of silence.

"I bet you could, it really isn't that bad," he responded back, this time it was his turn to reach out to her. His hand rested firmly on her thigh, her stomach flipping at his touch. She had never met someone so intense in her life, but fuck, she liked it.

Dallas had never second-guessed herself, she always went after what she wanted. But oh god, he made her nervous. But she'd be damned before she let nerves stand between her and what she wanted. She couldn't figure out why her hands were shaking so badly, she had already kissed him twice. What would a third be? Her train of thought was getting derailed, scenarios being created and destroyed simultaneously.

"Where'd you live before Riverdale?" Sweet Pea asked, bringing Dallas back to reality.

"Greendale. But I've lived everywhere," she admitted. Her past was...rocky to say the least. Jumping town to town, her mom trying to escape whatever she thought was following her.

"What was your favorite place?" he asked, leaning into the back of the couch. Dallas couldn't tell if he actually cared, but he was so hard to read. She kicked off her shoes, revealing a pair of fuzzy pink socks. SP raised on eyebrow, holding back a laugh. She was uncommon, in such a freeing sort of way.

"Probably Crest Haven, up north. It was so pretty there, of course, we were there in winter but..." Dallas rambled on, completely unaware of the way Sweet Pea watched her. His eyes obsessed with the way her mouth formed words. The way she laughed at her own story, and the way her hair fell into her eyes. It was all so hypnotizing.

"So what's your story?" she asked abruptly catching him off guard.

"Not much to tell babe," he said with a shrug. She cocked an eyebrow and grabbed his hand.

"I'm sure that's not true. Everyone has a story," she said, a slight bubble in her voice that sounded amused.

"Really, what you see if what you get,"