𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 || Sweet Pea ✔️ || REWRITING

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙄𝙑𝙀

𝐄𝐙𝐑𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒.

"This is so stupid." Ezra sighed, sat upon the hood of a car and looking out at the boys preparing to race.

Her denim shorts were dirty with oil from where she'd wiped her hands and her oversized t-shirt was damped by a Ghoulie who'd 'accidentally' spilled their drink on her.

A drag race wouldn't have been her first choice of spending the hottest day of the year so far, but her idiotic brother had taken it upon himself to engage in the Ghoulies monthly idiocy, without telling her.

Jughead explained the night before how Tall Boy had instigated the entire thing and that the race was technically their fathers idea. Tall Boys involvement didn't surprise her, since FP got locked up he's had a stick up his ass over the fact she was leading the Serpent's.

Stereotypical sexism because 'girls can't be gang leaders.'

Jugheads Northside friends were all in attendance, Betty, Archie and Veronica as well as Kevin and Reggie, the latter who had agreed to let the Serpents borrow his car.

Toni said he only agreed because he liked Ezra, Ezra said she knew.

"Didn't Ponytail dump Jones?" Sweet Pea questioned, leaning against the hood of the same car "Who even told those Northies?"

Fangs used his hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he shrugged "Ezzie probably let slip during her community service." He teased, earning a shove from the girl.

After her faux confession she'd landed herself in community service with the rest of the partygoers, as well as a lengthy lecture from Sheriff Keller who made it abundantly clear that he didn't believe her.

"Or maybe Jugheads second, who's the Northsides very own Superman, thought this was a party and not the most ridiculous shit to ever happen." The femme bit back sarcastically

She watched as Frankie was trying, and failing, to flirt with Cheryl Blossom. Though, he must've been doing something right because she hadn't stormed off yet.

Her stomach had been hurting the past two days, and she was very aware of why it was hurting, so she was exhausted and had headaches and the heat, and the stress, certainly wasn't helping.

Neither was Tall Boys shouting.

Ezra hadn't even seen the two cars speed off, she'd tucked her legs up to her chest and rested her forehead on her knees "I really hope he doesn't fuck this up."

"He's got this." Sweet Pea nodded, probably trying to convince himself more than her "Have you thought about this weekend or are you gonna make me ask again?"

Truthfully, she'd forgotten about it "Where do you want to take me? Don't say Pops."

"What's wrong with Pops!?"

"It's cliché, it's where Archie Andrews would bring Betty Cooper."

Sweet Pea hummed, thinking for a second "We don't have to go out, you can come over and we can watch those shitty Disney Channel movies."

"Back to back?" Ezra asked, a victorious smile on her face as she lifted her head.

"Back to back."

Ezra had slid forward to the front of the hood to stand beside him, and for the next couple of minutes the pair half talked half flirted while simultaneously ignoring the fake gagging coming from Fangs.

They only stopped when a Ghoulie came running toward the group of teens, shouting about the cops arresting Ghoulies.

Which meant they'd been caught.

Only when she'd moved to follow the dirt path the boys had driven down, Jughead and Archie came speeding back.

"You called the cops!?" Tall Boy bellowed, getting in Jugheads face once he'd gotten out "You won't throw in with the Ghoulies but you will with cops!"

Ezra pushed her way between the two "Back the fuck down, Tall Boy. It's your fault we're even in this goddamned mess."

"He —"

"I called Keller." Archie piped up, making the brunette round on him "This was my idea to get rid of the Ghoulies, they're arrested for racing, they're off the chessboard!"

It would've been a sweet sentiment, if Ezra wasn't seeing red "For how long, Archie? A week, a month!? My dad is in that prison, Andrews, you know my dad the Serpent?"

"But — no, E, nothings gonna happen to FP I —"

"You better hope not, Archie, or else Dilton Doiley won't be the only one of your little clique taking a trip to the emergency room."

"Come on, Ez." Sweet Pea sighed, gently pulling her away from the boys by the arm "I'll take you home."

Understandably, the bike ride back to the trailer was silent. It was hard to hold conversation when they couldn't even hear each other. Ezras trailer was empty when they arrived, which meant Jughead was probably sulking in a booth at Pops with Betty Cooper.

"You okay, Jones? You don't look too hot." Sweet Pea half-joked, watching as she struggled to get the key into the door.

"Uh," The brunette shrugged, sighing once she'd finally gotten the door open "I'm not sure."

He followed her inside, concern obvious on his face as he focused on her leant against the kitchen counter "What is it? Flu? Food poisoning? Period?"

Ezra rolled her eyes "Do you think I'd tell you if it were my period? But no, it's just..."

"Just?"

"It happens." She shrugged "Forget it, I'm fine. I just need to sit down or something."

She made her way into the living room, dropping onto the sofa with a thud being closely followed by Sweet Pea "What, is it like a condition or something? Do you need a doctor?"

"Jesus Christ, Sweet Pea, what are you, my father?"

"Sorry, I'll never worry again, fucking hell." Sweet Pea huffed, clicking on the TV and kicking his feet up on the coffee table "Maybe you just need to eat something."

"I'll order something later."

The pair sat and watched Pawn Stars reruns in silence, Ezra tucked into Sweet Peas side with his arm draped around her. If she wasn't so exhausted she'd be thinking about how Sweet Pea would probably be calling this some sort of date, and she'd be inclined to agree.

"I'm getting water, do you want anything?" She asked, using his side to push herself up with one hand and using the other to rub her eyes.

Her vision was fuzzy and her ears rang as she dragged herself into the kitchen, whatever Sweet Pea had said just sounded like static and her legs were becoming more jelly-like the more she walked.

She already knew this wouldn't be pretty.