Public Knowledge (Sweet Pea x Reader)

The Unexpected

"You are never going to believe what just happened," you announced, walking into the classroom.

Sweet Pea looked up at you, eyebrows raise. "You just walked in the door six minutes late to tutoring? Yeah, I thought you might have died."

"Very funny," you shot back. "But more unbelievable than me being late."

"You got a second detention today for defending a Southside Serpent," Sweet Pea asked, giving you the tell-tale 'I'm making fun of you' smirk.

You opened your mouth to argue back about how you weren't defending Fangs Fogarty, before realizing that you did not want to start that argument. It was a debate you were destined to lose because the only thing that would convince him that you weren't looking out for Fangs would be the truth.

And you weren't about to tell him that.

Instead, you let out a laugh and shook your head. "No, and I'm going to have to say more unbelievable."

"So we're just going to skip over the whole thing that happened with Richardson."

"Yes, but also no."

"Alright, tell me," he said, opening his hands wide, as if welcoming in the information.

"Adam Chisholm just asked me on a date," you announced, falling into the chair next to Sweet Pea. "And I said yes." To your pleasure, he looked just as surprised as you probably did.

He started to form the beginning of a sentence before he got there. His fingers twitched by his side before finally relaxing. "You're right, that is more unbelievable."

"Hey!"

"I am agreeing with you," he argued back.

"Well, uh, yeah, maybe technically..." you shook your head, feeling your face grow warm. "He found me in the hall on the way here and said he was really impressed with the way I stood up to Richardson and wanted to thank me by taking me out to Pop's. And then I asked him if this was like a date, and he said yes."

"So you asked him on a date," Sweet Pea said slowly.

"No, he invited me out," you scrunched up your face with confusion. It was as if Sweet Pea had just checked out for the past thirty seconds.

"To something that you turned into a date," Sweet Pea continued.

Your face fell. "Oh. Oh no. Did I just ask him out on a date? Is that going to be weird? Does that make me seem desperate? This was supposed to be a friends thing wasn't it? Oh my–I'm so stupid. I can't be trusted with anything. Ugh," you slumped forward, covering your head with your arms. "This is the second stupidest thing I've done today."

You could hear him snort and shift closer to you, nudging your arm with his. "You're fine."

You peeked up from your arms to look over at him. "Really? You're sure I shouldn't cancel? I can cancel still. It's tomorrow, not today–"

"You're fine," Sweet Pea repeated, nudging you again.

"I'm fine?" you asked, bumping your arm back into his.

He grinned. "Just make sure you're safe and pick up some protection before you go."

You gasped, your face in flames, as you stared like him, too stunned to bury your head in your arms again.

"Seriously, Y/N. K9 Advantix or Frontline plus only, last thing you want to do is pick up fleas because you went with some generic bland."

"I...I can't tell if that's a euphemism."

Sweet Pea didn't answer.

Unless you counted bursting out laughing.

In that case, he gave a very long and very loud answer.