"there's no way in hell that i will stay at with that family."
"you are staying with the Lodges' whether you like it or not, Ms. Van Pelt. it's the law."
"the law can kiss my ass. hell will freeze over before i stay in that snake pit."
**season t...
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The Serpents usually meet at the back of Southside High in the morning, which is where I was. Only at six a.m.
School didn't start until eight in the morning, but all I could think about was the exposé that the Serpent traitor, Alice Cooper, had written. That was the most bullshit piece of writing that I had ever read.
All of the Northsiders hate the Serpents. There are rumors that we sale Jingle-Jangle on the street, but that is us. It's those cannibalistic Ghoulies.
I had brought the oversized jacket that Sweet Pea had given me about a year ago and sat in front of the dying fire from last night.
"Why does that Serpent bitch think she can get away with this? She's trashing the Serpent name after she's the one who pledged herself in the first place. Shit doesn't add up."
I sat there, eventually falling asleep for what seemed like five minutes. I heard Sweet Pea calling my name, worriedly wondering what I had been doing, falling asleep on the worn down couch.
He sighed and sat beside me, lifting my head and placing it on his lap as he caressed my hair from my face.
"How long have you been out here?"
"Since six."
"What's been keeping you up?" He said, as my eyes burned hotter than the fire I was staring at.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it." I chuckled, putting on a front to not bring up anymore questions because I can't answer any right now.
I leaned my head forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips. My eyes bulged with embarrassment from the kiss.
He looked at me confused as to why I kissed him. I balled my fist, looking at him with an apologetic face.
"Sorry. Habit."
"It's — it's okay." I saw his eyes glaring at mine. They were golden circles, reminding me of the sun that started to rise above us.
My hair was messy, but he didn't mind it. He never did. He never questioned what I wore or what I chose to do with myself. That was the good thing about him. He never judged me, even in our worst moments.
I sat up, pulling the jacket around my body. As I straightened my hair to look somewhat presentable, I saw Sweet Pea's face.
I reached my hand out to touch his cheek, lightly tracing his eye socket that was purple and blue from the rumble a few nights ago. Since then, I hadn't said anything to him at all. This was the first time I had talked to him in a few days.
"Your eye." I traced it with my index finger,
"Don't worry about it." My eyes went doe, thinking of how he'd been hurt but I couldn't let it show.
We had more important matters than my hormonal teenage longing for a guy. We had to figure out what the hell was going on with the Northside and why Alice Cooper, of all people, is antagonizing the Southside.
