I know the last chapter was sad, and we'll go back to Cheryl soon, but for now something hopefully a little... happier?
Reminder: Rated explicit :)
Sweet Pea had no idea what he'd gotten himself into with Veronica. One minute she was this kind young woman caring for others, and the next she was shitting on a whole group of people that she didn't even know. One minute she was letting him comfort her, and the next it was like she had an illness that only Andrews' lips could cure. One minute they were friends, and the next she was ignoring him.
Tonight was no better.
Andrews hadn't come to the party, probably upset by the loss, so at least he didn't have to watch her with him. But she'd replaced one evil with another. She was hitting on every guy that paid her attention – and let's face it, they all did.
Sweet Pea wanted to kill every one of them, and then top the dead pile of bodies off with Andrews as a sort of cherry on top.
He knew he had no right to feel this way. She wasn't his. She could do whatever she wanted, with whomever.
Nothing good could come from tonight. So, he wished Jughead, Betty, Kevin, and Fangs a good night and headed for the front door. He'd been a fifth wheel since Toni left, and honestly wasn't in the mood for picking up some random girl to bone. He hadn't fucked anyone since Veronica had started consuming his thoughts. He wondered if he even had it in him.
He knew that if he stayed, he'd end up fighting someone. And his aunt Penny didn't need to have her night ruined by picking him up from the station – in another town no less.
As he reached the front door, a cute busty blonde stopped him. "Hey," she smiled, grabbing onto his leather jacket and pressing up on him.
He knew who she was – just another girl who wanted to sleep with a bad boy. Well, he would comply. He didn't have anything else to do anyway. Plus, he wanted to prove to himself that he could still come to someone other than Veronica. He couldn't think of anything better than a tipsy blonde.
"Hey, yourself," he replied, watching the way she blocked his path. "Are you trying to stop me from leaving?"
She nodded pressing her chest into him and making him look down at her cleavage, in full view, "You weren't leaving. You were just coming up stairs with me."
Well, someone was forward. Worked fine for him, "Lead the way, baby," he told her, smirking as he checked out her ass when she began climbing the nearby stairs.
His eyes were like a magnet though, meeting Veronica's for a split second, from across the room. There were too many bodies between them, and he was upstairs in the next second, stepping into the first free room they found.
He pulled the girl over to the bed with him and sat down so they were the same height, with her standing between his legs. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer, needing to forget, needing to think about anyone but Veronica. The blonde pushed his jacket off, her hands massaging his biceps.
"Give me a kiss," he encouraged, earning a smile.
As soon as her lips met his the door burst open, the girl jumping back in shock.
"Excuse me! What the fuck? This room's taken!" She yelled in disbelief.
Veronica didn't even look at her, her eyes glued to Sweet Pea's, fire and wind dancing behind her stare.
"Get the fuck out." Veronica told her calmly, looking at her for only a second so she'd know she was speaking to her.
The blonde frowned, looking at Sweet Pea in question.
