His serpent secret? FP Jones

Chapter nine-jughead

When we arrive at FP's trailer a tall boy answers the door. His ebony mop of hair masks one eye and is mostly covered with a beanie.
"Dad?" He raises his brows.
"Jug. Just coming to check if you're ok. This is Geraldo's daughter, rosa." FP says.
"Oh right, I guess I should bow for you or something?" He cocks his head to one side. I want to punch him already.
"Hey, hey don't be rude now kid! She's your queen." FP winks, not at Jughead but at me. I squirm at the thought of his son suspecting something.
"Whatever. Why are you here dad?" He sighs, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest.
"I told you I wanted to see if you were ok jug." FP attempts to pat him on the back, but Jughead avoids his touch. "Yeah cut the crap." He rolls his eyes.
"Why are you so rude to FP?" I finally say. His blue eyes widen as if he's shocked that a girl decided to speak up.
"You don't know a single thing about us ok? And I'm not gonna start by telling you now. You may be Geraldo's daughter but you're no queen to me. Go have fun fucking my father." He snarls before slamming the door on us.
My stomach sinks, how does he know me and FP are fucking? I shoot a sharp glance at FP but he looks just as puzzled as I do.
"Why's he so rude?" I scowl.
"Don't blame him, he's not usually like that, alright. I haven't been home for two weeks." FP sighs. I guess jugheads got a point then, but no need for him to take it out on me.
"I guess you're right." I say, swallowing back tears but they force themselves back up again.
FP grabs me by my cheeks. His large hands cupping my face. My eyes begin to well up.
"Hey hey. Don't you dare cry on me ok?" He places his forehead against mine.
"I'm not fucking having this." He growls before going back to pound on the door.
"What're you doing!" I sniff.
Jughead opens it once again, the same moody expression plastered on his face.
"What?"
"Hey listen. You can shout at me how ever much you like but don't you freaking dare take it out in rosa. You've made her fucking cry you son of a bitch!" FP shoves him lightly on the chest.
"Yeah the bitch that I'm a son of, is you! You asshole!" Jughead rolls his eyes. Although his words are bubbling with anger he manages to keep a pretty chill front.
"Apologise to her now!" FP orders.
"Fine, I'm sorry rosa. I'm just done with this crap. But don't think for one second Im apologising to you though dad." Jughead shakes his head before shutting the door again.
FP strides toward me, rubbing his beard. "You didn't have to do that, FP." I tell him.
"I did, he can't make you cry like that ok?" He whispers before planting kiss on my forehead.
"Thank you." I manage to smile, before throwing my arms around him. The warmth of his hands on my waist. And I inhale his manly scent.
And then I realise something, FP means something more to me than just sex.