𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Sweetpea | Southside Showdown

Imagine: You get kidnapped by the ghoulies

Warnings: Violence and Language

Word Count: 791

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As you made your way through the halls of Southside High, you couldn't help but reflect on the last time you had been in school. It had been a tumultuous time, with the incident involving the Ghoulies resulting in suspensions for all of you. But that was in the past now, and you were focused on the present.

As you walked, you heard familiar voices calling out to you. "Y/N! Wait up, bro!" It was Fangs and Jughead, two friends you were always happy to see.

"Hey guys!" you greeted them warmly, giving each of them a tight hug. "It's so nice to see you both again."

"You too!" Fangs exclaimed. "How have you been?"

"Good," you replied. "But I'm even better now that I'm back at school with my friends."

Jughead chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Have you seen your boyfriend yet?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Shut up, Jughead," you replied with a grin, "and no, I haven't seen him yet."

"Hm, he's probably in lunch detention," Fangs chimed in. "Knowing Sweetpea, he probably got into another fight."

"Another fight?" you asked, concern washing over you. "Why? And with who?"

"Some north sider," Fangs explained, his face taking on a serious expression. "They crossed over to our turf after school, and you know how Sweetpea is about that kind of thing. He has a short temper when it comes to north siders."

"Damnit," you sighed. "He has to stop doing that. He's just going to get himself into more trouble if he keeps getting into fights like this."

Your friends nodded in agreement, knowing all too well the consequences of Sweetpea's impulsive behavior.

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As the day went on, Sweetpea's absence weighed heavily on your mind. Unable to quell the rising concern, you finally picked up your phone and dialed his number.

"Hey, Sweetpea, where have you been all day?" you asked as he picked up the call.

"Detention, babe," he replied. "For the next week. I'm really sorry, I should have let you know sooner."

Your heart melted a bit at his words, and you replied, "It's okay, I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I really missed seeing you at school today."

"I missed seeing you too, babe," Sweetpea responded, his voice softening. "You got a ride home?"

"Yeah, I rode my motorcycle to school today," you replied, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as you realized you'd be able to see him sooner rather than later.

"That's perfect," you replied. "I have to stay at school until 6 for some after-school activities, so I'll meet you at your house around that time."

"Ugh, I wish I could get out of detention sooner," Sweetpea groaned. "I really want to see you."

"I know, babe," you sympathized, "but you've got to serve your time. Don't worry, we'll make up for it tonight."

"Okay, you're right," Sweetpea agreed. "I gotta go, though, they're about to call roll. I love you."

"I love you too," you replied, feeling a sense of comfort at being able to hear his voice, even if you couldn't see him yet. "See you soon."
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As you rode your motorcycle towards Sweetpea's house, you couldn't help but admire the picturesque sunset before you. The sky was a brilliant canvas of oranges and reds, and for a moment, you were in awe of its beauty.

But then, out of nowhere, you heard a voice that shattered the moment: "Hey, loser."

You stopped your bike and turned to face the Ghoulies who had suddenly appeared out of the shadows, a chill running down your spine. "What do you want?" you asked, your tone hard and unyielding.

"You know what we want," one of the Ghoulies sneered, taking a threatening step towards you. "We want you to join us. You could be one of us, rule the streets with us. We could do great things together."

You scoffed, sick and tired of hearing the same tired line over and over again. "For the last time, no," you snapped. "I'm a Serpent, not a Ghoulie. And I'll never turn my back on my own kind."

The Ghoulies' expressions hardened at your words, their eyes narrowing in anger. "C'mon, princess," one of them taunted, "you know you want to. You're just too stubborn to admit it."

You ground your teeth in frustration, a flash of anger igniting inside you. "Go to hell, you bastard," you snarled, taking a step towards them.

That was the wrong move.

The Ghoulies were on you in an instant, pushing you off your motorcycle and tying your hands behind your back with a rope.

Pt 2??