Queen Bee || Sweet Pea

Chapter Four: Reggie real talk

AUTHORS NOTE

I know most people don't read these but I just wanted to throw in a little mention that I will be starting a series. Not out of each individual book, but out of all of the boys in Riverdale, give them their own little chance. Of course, I've already started on one about Jason Blossom because I mean, he was the king.

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Last night was insane, with the Serpents walking into Pop's to Cheryl going on a rant about the mysterious girl from school who liked to push all of her buttons. Although Cheryl was blabbing on for hours my mind was trapped somewhere else. Aka, on the boy, Sweet Pea. Cheryl had done some digging on the group and found his name out. She also found out that he was quite the bad boy which was to be expected from someone in a gang. For being in a gang though I couldn't help but not take him seriously with a name like Sweet Pea. It was Chuck Clayton, I mean who wants to name their star child Chuck? Chuck was a disgrace to kind hearted men, which there were a select few at Riverdale. Reggie, my closest guy friend being one of them, at least when he wanted to be. I've seen him break a few hearts in his recent years. To which I of course showed my displeasure and disappointment to.

Chuck Clayton was the main fuck boy at school, just looking at him made me angry. Not that Sweet Pea doesn't do that. At least Sweet Pea has enough decency to not rub that he's hot in your face all the time, even though he does call me princess I feel secure enough that he won't try anything. My mother said that was my one flaw, trusting people too quickly. It always ended in my heart breaking and the other person just walking away. And I knew that but apparently I still haven't learned my lesson yet.

Another flaw of mine was falling for boys too quickly, it happened with, and I can't believe I'm saying this, Archie Andrews. Yes. The one, the only, confused boy. Of course this was back in middle school and now I don't even glance the gingers way. I just thought he was the best but I mean, come on, his eyebrows don't match his hair. I mean, they're pure black, dye them or something man. I guess that's another reason I didn't look at his face, my OCD would kick in and it would make me cringe so hard. It also happened with Reggie but this time, unlike with the ginger, I was happy I had the stupid school girl crush. We had broken up after about two days but even with just the two days he meant the world to me, in a friend sort of way.

That's how we stuck though. Our little group. Cheryl, Reggie, and I. The Three Musketeers' I guess. We were always up to some devious plan and when we put it into action we would all wear black like super spies. Of course that was in middle school and we're definitely too old for that nonsense now but it brought good memories that I will forever cherish. Once we hit high school Reggie slowly drifted apart and now, he's grasping onto strings of mine and Cheryl's friendship. Neither of us too willing to let him go.

I make it sound like he's dying but once you lose a best friend you lose a part of yourself. And that's what it felt like. Reggie was falling away and dragging a piece of me with him. Not to be sentimental or anything and not that I would tell anyone but the two of them that. Cheryl and I began high school we started out as the popular girls. So I guess it was kind of our fault too.