Serpent Wolves (Sequel to The Serpent wolf)

12.

TW// Talk of suicide, Talk of abuse, drug use and violence.

In the morning, I receive a text from Sweet-Pea saying to come outside. He stands in a dress shirt and pants, he looks so different than his normal flannel wearing self.

"You look dashing." I say, kissing him.

"Hey, at least now I seem somewhat worthy of your attention." He says.

"You'd be worth my attention in a potato sack." I say, he chuckles. He follows me inside and I can feel Jug's annoyance almost immediately, Sweet-Pea's pulse rises too, they're still angry at each other.

"Absolutely not. You two are friends, friends who are graduating together, and are in a gang together. You're both going to put your fragile masculinity in your pockets for a minute and sort your shit. I'm going to take a shower and get ready, when I come back out here, if I smell even a hint of anger I'm legitimately throwing you both through the window head first." I lecture them, they grumble at me and I waltz off to have a shower.

After showering, I put on some make up, and put on a black skirt with a white off the shoulder long sleeve shirt that tucks nicely into the skirt and let my hair down. I put on my only nice heels and add a few last-minute touches before heading into the living room and to my surprise, the two angry boys are hugging.

"Well this is a nice surprise." I say.

"If you can forgive him, I guess I can try." Jug says.

"Good, now go take a shower, we need to be at Bettys in an hour." I tell him, he gets up, fist bumps Sweet-Pea and goes into the bathroom, grabbing a towel from his room on the way.

"You look beautiful." He says, admiring me, I roll my eyes.

"Thank you." I say, kissing his cheek as I snuggle up next to him.

"I can't believe todays the day, huh?" Sweet-Pea says.

"You did it." I say, he places a hand on my thigh.

"Somehow." He says.

I grab my phone and important belongings, it feels unnatural not wearing my serpent jacket, and having less pockets. Jughead comes into the living room and immense pride fills my lungs as he stands before me in a suit, my eyes begin to water.

"No, you are not crying Logan!" Jug scolds me.

"I'm so proud of you Juggie." I say, trying to stop tears from escaping. I hug him.

"I'm proud of you too." He says, giving me a squeeze. Once he lets go, I go to the mirror and fix my teary eyes before I ruin my mascara.

"B is absolutely going to swoon when she sees you Jug." I tease.

"Fuck off." He laughs.

"It's truuuue." I sing to him.

"Whatever." He laughs, walking off towards his bedroom, I turn to catch Sweet-Pea staring at me.

"What are you staring at, punk." I joke, He stands up and leans over me.

"Oh, I'M the punk." He laughs.

"Yeah, you are." I laugh.

He kisses me, only for the moment to be ruined by a clearing of Jughead's throat.

"C'mon you two, we better go." Jug says.

"I'm driving!" I claim.

"Have you seen your shoes? I'm driving." Jug says, grabbing my jeep keys out of the key bowl.