diamond //sweet pea//

/six/

The air was changing in Riverdale. Every where Dallas looked, Griffin and Gargoyles was there to look right back at her. She didn't like the game or the way it made everyone lose their mind. A pamphlet for the game appeared in her backpack, her mom and Teddy all but ripping it from her hands. They had made it clear they wanted her no where near the game, and Dallas took their warning to heart. 

For a while, her and her fellow serpents stayed away. Sweet Pea started coming around more often. Fangs took up residency in the room next to Dallas, helping out his parents who were more than just struggling. Fallon bounced around between Brooks' guest house and Dallas' floor, not liking to burden the Mayfield's longer than she had too. Soon enough Cas was coming around, and Brooks for that matter. Slowly the Fogarty house became a get away for the troubled South Side youth. 

Dallas lay awake, worrying about her grandfather and uncle. While she knew her mother said that the house was signed off in the will by her father and brother, she couldn't help but think back to those envelopes. The date was recent. Almost like her mother was still receiving notices from them. She lay awake, staring up at the ceiling, her eyes snapping open every time she tried to close them. 

While her mind wandered, the window began to squeak open. It slowly raised, until it was thrown open by two strong hands, the thumb wrapped in a tattoo. Dallas heard the disturbance and gripped the knife that was hidden under her pillow. She could hear the heavy feet shuffle over her rug, the hardwood squeaking under their stride. She could see their broad shadow, slip across the wall. The presence of a hand hovered over her shoulder. She grabbed it and yanked them down, flipping them over her shoulder and onto the floor. She hopped down and straddled them, pressing the knife to their throat. 

She was met with the dark eyes of her boyfriend, scared, but also intrigued. "Is it bad to say I'm turned on right now Dal?" 

She sighed, her body sunk into itself, "Jesus Sweet Pea!" 

He slowly moved his hand up to hers and took the knife from her still clenched fist. he noticed how bloodshot her eyes were, and the way she shook. "Hey, I didn't mean to scare you."

She shook her head, "It's not you. It's nothing."

He pushed himself up onto his elbows, and as his eyes adjusted her saw the scratches that covered her arms. He fully sat up and wrapped her arms around her waist so she couldn't move, "What is going on with you?" He pressed his lips to her jaw, earning a soft sigh from her. 

"Not tonight. Please. We can talk tomorrow," she said, her hands sneaking up through his hair. "I just want you, no talking."

Dallas slowly peeled herself away from him, she extended a hand to him. Once he was on his feet again, Dallas' small and slipped into his. She guided him over to her bed, jumping into it. He got the hint, pulling off his skinny jeans and jacket. The gray v-neck came off next, and then he was ready to slip under the covers next to her. Dallas pressed her back to his chest and felt comfort when his arms wrapped around her. 

"Night Dal."

"I love you," she sighed softy, not entirely sure what he had said. He rolled his eyes, but pulled her tighter into him, loving the way she put him at ease. 

The two woke up with a pounding at the door and yelling go with it. "Wake up Dallas! We're gonna be late for school!"

Sweet Pea jumped at his best friend's voice, his feet getting caught in the sheets. He face planted and groaned. "Dal! You okay?"

"Yeah Fangs! I'm fine, I just fell out of my bed. Just leave without me!" Dallas called back, throwing Sweet Pea's jeans at him. He snickered, catching the rolled up fabric. He picked up his jeans, the metal hitting the hardwood floor.