Cherry Blossom. (Sweet Pea x Reader)
Summary: Y/N hasn’t seen her best friend since the drag race. Until today that is.
Word Count: 1,081
Gif not mine. Requests are open!
Warnings ~ Swearing (again only like one word)
“Y/N, eat your salad. You look hungry.”
Gazing up at my two best friends I can’t help but get a little annoyed. Josie is telling me to eat my salad, while I am in the middle of a crisis? Kevin pushes the salad towards me, nodding for me to dig in.
“You can’t starve Y/N. You’ll feel better once you’ve eaten.” Josie continues, not backing down.
Shaking my head, I breathe out a sigh of annoyance. Sometimes I feel as though I’m the only one that can see the darkness in the world. How cruel the world truly is. Josie and Kevin, they choose to ignore it. Instead they sit, and eat salad whilst pretending nothing is going on.
“Maybe I don’t want the fucking salad.”
My voice is raised, which is completely unusual for me but for now I don’t seem to care. Grabbing my salad, I dump it straight over Josie’s head. The whole cafeteria has come to a stand still, only the jock table dares laugh.
I rush out of the cafeteria before any teachers can catch up to me. It’s not really hard to realise I’ll be in trouble. Probably worse trouble as it is the mayor’s daughter.
There’s only one place in mind that I can think to go to. The one place where I know I can talk to someone. Someone who won’t judge me.
Southside High is much more grim than Riverdale High. A miserable atmosphere hangs in the air. Shrugging it off, I try not to judge it based on looks. Although it is very hard not to.
Compared to Riverdale High this place must be hell. Why on earth do they need metal detectors at the doors? Why is jingle jangle literally around ever corner? Why is this place a mess?
Making my way through the crowded halls, I finally manage to find the cafeteria. It’s strange, unfamiliar. A metal fence divides the room. I assume this is to separate any clashing gangs but honestly it could be for a number of reasons.
I’m not going to lie, I do feel nervous in a place like this. Serpents are meant to be tough, frightening but I’ve heard so much worse about Ghoulies. Supposedly there are cannibals amongst their group. Which wouldn’t surprise me but is still quite scary.
As I walk through the room, I can feel hundreds of eyes on me. All focusing on my attire. More specifically the very Northsider style clothing.
Passing the fence I spot Jughead, he’s sat with Sweet Pea and a female serpent. I’ll admit she’s pretty. Pink hair, cute features. She almost reminds me of Betty. However a tougher version.
“Cherry Blossom. Good to see you again!”
Placing myself on the seat next to Jughead, I smile at Sweet Pea. The girl looks at me, as though trying to work out my life story in her head.
“What are you doing here Y/N?” Jug asks, playing with the fries in front of him.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that Jughead didn’t really want me here. Maybe I’m overthinking things. For some reason I always do that.
“I dumped my food over Josie.”
Jughead turns to look at me, a small smile appearing on his face. I’m glad he still has his sense of humour. Sweet Pea watches our interaction. The way we keep things brief but sweet.
“I’m Toni.” The pink haired girl tells me, reaching across the table to shake my hand.
Jughead looks on fondly as I shake her hand. Some part of me is glad that I’m making friends with his friends. Being part of his life. Yet if my brother ever found out I’d come here. Let alone on my own. He would hit the roof!
“So what brings you here?” Jug asks, stealing Toni’s burger.
She swats his hand away but let’s him take it. It’s a cute gesture and I’m starting to think Betty has a run for her money.
“Just needed a friend I guess.”
Jughead nods, understanding completely. We’ve never fit in too much. Always the misfits. At least here everyone is a misfit. Everyone here belongs somewhere. I still don’t belong anywhere. The only reason the jocks like me is for my body, which causes the vixens to hate me even more.
During my time at Southside High, I’ve learnt a thing or two. I’ve learnt that not all Serpents are as bad as they’re made out to be. Sweet Pea actually can’t remember my name therefore he continues to refer to me as Cherry Blossom. Jughead restarted the school newspaper.
By the time I decide to leave rain is starting to tap against the window. It’s as though the droplets are taunting me. Knowing I have a long walk back.
“Ya know, I could drive you.”
Turning around, I am faced with Sweet Pea’s chest. Tilting my head up, I can see him smirking as he looks down at me. Nodding, I’m grateful for his offer. Who would want to walk in this cold and wet weather?
Once outside we approach a dark motorcycle. A Harley if I’m correct. I gaze at it in awe. Cars and motorbikes have always been my thing. Growing up in a garage does that to you.
“So how many girls have you made out with on this thing?” I ask, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
Sweet Pea laughs, throwing me a helmet. I’m sure the answer is going to be high. A guy like him, who could resist?
“A fair few.”
Mounting the bike, I wrap my arms around his waist. The action is automatic, no hesitation at all. It’s as though we’ve been friends for life. No awkwardness at all!
As Sweet Pea takes off towards Riverdale High, I rest my head on his back. He rides fast but carefully, something I am so grateful for.
Stopping in the parking lot, I jump off the bike. My legs are slightly shaky from the whole experience, causing me to fall slightly. Fortunately I’m caught by Pea’s strong arms.
“You should hang with us more often. You’re not too bad for a Northsider.” He tells me, taking my helmet off. “See ya later Cherry Blossom.”