Chapter Seven

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As she grips Toni's waist with a smile on her face, Cheryl can feel herself starting to like the ride. She begins to lean up, letting the evening air hit her face. She giggles, telling Toni to go faster. The girl complies, hitting the throttle a little more (though staying within the speed limit. She always abides by the rules of the road).

It's barely been a day, not even twelve hours ago these two girls met. This doesn't happen often, if at all, for two people to instantly click. It's too good to be true, the two both tell themselves, trying to convince themselves it's spur of the moment. (Deep down, though, they just couldn't believe it).

Toni arrives at Thistlehouse, coming to stop outside her door. Cheryl is still happily giggling as she hops off, taking her helmet and handing it to Toni.

"I think someone enjoyed a trip on my death bike ," Toni tells her, taking off her own helmet.

Cheryl nods, "It wasn't too bad this time."

The two girls smile at each other for a second before Cheryl flips her hair to one side, "I should be going."

Toni nods, wanting to say something to stay with the girl but she doesn't. She chokes at the last second, scared. She's worried the girl won't feel the same way, insecurities building up inside. She goes back onto the bike, holding her helmet on her lap.

"Six o'clock." Cheryl reminds her, standing at the door.

Toni's eyes light up, nodding, too flustered to respond. She places her helmet back on, a huge smile on her face, riding away.

Toni feels on Cloud 9. She still feels the electricity flowing through her body, a feeling she's never felt before. It leaves her body feeling tingly, much more satisfying than any climax she's received. The night sky lights her way as she happily rides back to the trailer park.

She hasn't had many experiences with these kinds of feelings, if any at all. Toni wouldn't let herself open up like that, too afraid of what could come after. She always feels as though she won't be enough or not what the other person thinks she is. Plus, being in a gang has hindered any sort of improvement to a relationship.

There was one girl, Claire, a few years ago that Toni had been regularly seeing. When they'd first met, Toni wasn't wearing her Serpent jacket, being on a small mission for the gang in New York. The mission was a bust, but it was too far away for Toni to return to Riverdale that night, so she stopped by a bar and met Claire.

By the end of that night, Toni was in bed with the girl, messily kissing her and taking her clothes off. In the morning, however, Claire was up before Toni, making it impossible for her to leave. They spent the next few hours of the morning having sex again and exchanging numbers before Toni left.

The next day Claire called, wondering if Toni was up to hang out. Toni was not yet in Riverdale, thinking, Why not? . She asked Claire if she could meet her in a town in northern New Jersey. The two met up for lunch, hanging out the whole day before booking an impromptu hotel room to have sex again.

Toni had texted Sweet Pea and Fangs that night, while Claire was asleep, to tell them it may be another day before she returned to Riverdale. Fangs joked about having met someone there, purely out of humor, but when Toni confirmed it, Fangs believed himself to be some sort of psychic. Sweet Pea was rather skeptical, wondering why the girl was the reason for her delayed return (he knew Toni never stayed with the same girl twice). Toni shrugged off the question. Sweet Pea asked if the girl knew about the gang to which Toni became annoyed and texted them she'd let them know when she'd be back.

It turned out Toni wouldn't return to Riverdale for a few weeks. She and Claire had spent practically every day together, returning back to New York. They mostly spent their time together having sex but on the rare occasion they'd talk and have some nice conversations. They hadn't confirmed that they'd be anything serious but Claire was very insistent on calling Toni by some pet names and having her friends meet her.

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