Sweet Pea Imagines

\ New River Vixen /

WARNING(swearing, smut)

After the merge, you found yourself trying out for the River Vixens. Yes, you were a Southside Serpent, but you also enjoyed dancing, and cheerleading was as close as it gets.

You entered the gym in those iconic navy booty shorts and a cropped white and yellow tee. This was not you usual style so you added a red lip as well as having your hair down messily to add a twist to the overly basic bitch outfit.

You made your way to the already existing huddle of river vixens, no doubt plotting and gossiping, and you made no effort to join in to their conversations about their boring uptight lives. Instead you cleared your throat and stood, arms crossed, facing them. They parted like the red sea, revealing the it girl, Cheryl Bombshell.

At this point, you were questioning why you had been so keen to join, only to remember you were basically forced to by Betty and Veronica, as a way to 'integrate' as they put it, the mere memory was enough to lift you spirits a little.

What also lifted your spirits was your serpent friends sitting in the corner of the gym, by the door, sticking out like sore thumbs. Toni and Fangs exchanged looks that clearly showed they didn't exactly know what was going on, whereas Sweet Pea gazed at you with intent- and something else in his eye that you couldn't quite put your finger on. You've always felt something for Pea, though you wouldn't admit to yourself it was a crush. Most of the time you two were either throwing insults at each other or exchanging flirtatious comments. Yet it was never more than that, to your disappointment, and that was probably due to both of your overly-large egos to admit you had feelings for each other.

"Welcome, rag doll, to vixen tryouts. Everyone's welcome to tryout, as long as you don't work full-time at that strip club you serpents have."

Cheryls comment certainly made you want to punch that fake chesire grin off of her face, but you remembered you probably should play nice, as you knew Toni had caught some feeling for the girl from god knows where.

You return her an equally fake smile and reply "It's Y/N actually."

You were going to follow up with a wig-snatching comeback yet you stole a glance at your serpent friends, only to find Sweet Pea staring at your not-so clothed body and when he realized you caught him staring, a smug smirk formed at his lips and he winked, sparking a fiery desire in you.

You bit your lip, and motioned for the music to start. The strong beat of Beyonces 'Sweet Dreams' could be heard reverberating around the gym.

1st person pov:

Turn the lights on

I begin strutting forward to the beat to the song, flicking my hair back as I'm doing so. When the lyrics start to be sung by queen b, I stop abrubtly at the end of my strut and feel confidence surging through my veins. I thrust my hips side to side in beat with the music and begin my choreography.

I'm going out of my head

Too true, I can't help but think as Sweet Pea flashes through my mind, he's probably watching my every move right about now, and it excites me. I loose all sense of control around him, from his bad boy demeanor to his sudden outbursts of anger, I admit. Its hot.

What kind of dream is this?

You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare

I continue to glide through the steps of my routine, i practiced it to perfection with the help of Toni. I made it just enough to be deemed as an 'appropriate' dance routine, yet there was nothing appropriate about the meaning behind my moves.