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"Stop looking at me like that," Sweetpea hisses at me, running a hand through his already messy hair in frustration.
"Looking at you like what?" I ask, looking down at my feet because it was too hard to look at his bruised face. Just last night he and the other serpents got into a fight with some northsiders and Sweetpea had the cuts and bruises to show for it. It made me sick knowing that he was out doing things like this, fighting, going on infamous strikes and boycotts, chaining himself to buildings.
"You keep looking at me like I've done something wrong," he says lowly, staring deep into my eyes.
"You have, Sweetpea, can't you see that?" I say louder and angrier than I intended. "You have bruises all over your face," I say tracing a hand on his purpling eyes, he flinches and I pull my hand away.
"It's just a bruise princess, you should see the other guy," he says with a smirk.
A wave of anger washes over me, how could he be so relaxed about this. "You got into a fight Sweetpea, with northsider, northsiders, they could have you out of Riverdale High, quicker than you can say Southside Serpent," I growl clenching my fist together, running a hand through my hair.
Sweetpea rolls his eyes, placing his hands in his leather jacket. "I knew it," he begins. "I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved with a Northside princess, you keep trying to change me, but this is who I am, if you don't like it sweetheart, then find someone else to fulfill your needs,"
"My needs?" I yell, stepping closer to him, trying to refrain from slapping him on the side of the face.
"Yes princess, your needs," he begins. "I know the only reason your with me is because of your perverted vision to upset your parents, you don't give two shits about me,"
"That's not true Sweetpea and you know it!" I say poking him in the chest. It was true at first, the only reason I got involved with a southsider was for pure teenage rebellion, but things were different now. I told myself not to catch feeling, but I did.
"Prove that it's not true," he begins. "Make me believe you," he says in a calmer voice, placing a strand of hair behind my ear.
I grab his hand in mine, examining his bruised knuckles. I gently kiss the purple and blue skin. He grabs my chin, tilting my head up to meet his eyes.
"I wish you wouldn't worry so much about me princess," he says kissing my forehead.
"You know I can't help it," I say wrapping my arms around his waist, he wraps his arms around me too holding me tightly and just like that our angry demeanors vanish.
