Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader
Summary: The Serpents enlist your help with the drag race and a certain one takes a liking to you.
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“Are you insane!” Sweet Pea exclaimed throwing his hands in the air. Jughead just told him, Toni, and Fangs about the race he had set up with the Ghoulies and what the stakes were. “You can’t just go around and put Serpent territory on the line without talking with us first!”
“Pea.” Toni warned.
“What!? He can’t. You know what happens when he loses-.”
“If I lose.” Jughead interrupted causing Sweet Pea to glare at him before carrying on.
“When he loses.” He emphasised on when. “We lose everything. The school, the trailer park, the Whyte Wyrm. We become the Ghoulies bitches.”
“That’s not gonna happen, Pea.” Toni tried to assure him.
“Are you telling me you have that much faith in him you are willing to risk everything we have.” Toni opened her mouth to say something but shut because she knew he was right. As much as she liked the leaders son she didn’t have that much faith in his driving abilities. To win they would need to the best of the best.
“What if Jughead doesn’t have to race.” Fangs spoke up.
“What do you mean?” Sweet Pea asked.
“I overheard FP talking about someone who goes by the name of Crimson one night. Apparently they are a crazy good driver. So good that at races they would place bets on them and make money.” He told the group.
Toni looked at Sweet Pea and shrugged. “It’s worth a shot.”
Everyone was here, from Ghoulies to Serpents. Even some Northsiders came. Everyone but the one person they need to win. “They said they would be here.” Toni said to an obvious worried Sweet Pea who was pacing. He was about to say something back when a grumble of an engine could be heard. All heads turned to a red car pulling up and parking on the starting line next to the Ghoulies hurst. The windows were tinted so no one could see who was driving. “That must be them.” Toni muttered to Sweet Pea and Fangs. Malachai, the Ghoulies leader, stalked over to where Jughead was leaning on his bike alongside Toni, Sweet Pea, and Fangs.
“You’re supposed to be driving. Not them.” He gestured to your car. “That was the deal.”
“No, the deal was the Serpents challenge the Ghoulies to a race. There was nothing said about Jughead here racing. Now, if you want you don’t have to race them but that would mean you forfeit and we would win automatically or you could race them and try and beat them.” Sweet Pea taunted.
“Fine.” Malachai scoffed before walking back to his car getting ready for the race.
Engines revved as everyone scurried to take their positions. You gripped the steering wheel tight and took a deep breath. Even though you have done these races thousands of times before this is the first one that truly has something on the line that means something to you so of course you were nervous for this one. Cheryl took her place at the starting line raising her red scarf before dropping it signalling the race has started.
Once the scarf dropped you were off, speeding down the road neck and neck with the hurst. It went like that for the majority of the road, them purposely crashing into you now and then which you returned. The bridge was coming up and you knew only one of you would fit through and if it wasn’t you you’d lose the race.
Back at the start all of the Serpents were anxiously waiting for your familiar red car to appear across the horizon. The cars could be heard before they were seen. No one could tell who it was coming down the road first. All that could be seen was a red blur that could be either car. The blur of red separated to the two cars who still appear to be neck and neck. This was it. This is when you use your secret back up. You pressed a button making your car go faster and ultimately edging yourself in front of the hurst as you crossed the finishing line. The crowd of Serpents erupted into cheers as you did whilst the Ghoulies groaned. You skidded to a stop as the hurst just carried on driving and leaving the makeshift race course, the rest of the Ghoulies following suit, not wanting to be around the Serpents rubbing it in their face that they won. You put your car in break and stepped out of the car. Sweet Pea and the others looked over to you, their eyes widened not expecting the infamous Crimson to be a girl.
You walked over and stood in front of the group, your hands stuffed in your pocket. “I just came to say that normally I require cash payment but for today consider this a favour that requires nothing in return. You’re not the only ones who don’t want the Ghoulies to run the South Side.” You told them before turning to walk back to your car. Toni excitedly hugged Fangs as they weren’t losing their territory but Sweet Pea couldn’t take his eyes off you as you walked back to your car, your hips swaying as you did. He quietly excused himself and jogged after you.
“Hey.” Sweet Pea called after you. You stopped and turned to him leaning against the car door. “I just wanted to say thank you for driving for us today and for winning.”
“It’s no problem. Like I said I don’t want the Ghoulies taking over.” You shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Besides if I didn’t race for you, you would have lost.”
“Hey, now wait a minute…” He started to defend himself but stopped when he saw you look at him knowingly. “Okay, yeah we would have lost. I mean have you seen Jughead? No offence to the guy but I really don’t think he knows how race with a car or a motorbike for that matter.”
“Or any of you Serpents.” You added. “Look, you guys are great and all but all you do is ride bikes so you can’t blame me for thinking that you guys can’t race with cars. How do you think I started working for the Serpents? It’s because they needed someone who could drive a car fast.”
“I’ll give you that.” Sweet Pea laughed. “How about this, you teach me how to drive.”
“Hm, I think something could be arranged.” You said pretending to think about it. You held your hand out so he could give you his phone, raising your eyebrows expectantly.
“Oh, right.” He said fumbling for his phone before handing it to you when he realised what you were after. Your fingers danced across the screen as you inputted your number into a new contact and taking a photo for the contact. You handed his phone back and opened your car door getting ready to get in.
“See you around…”
“Sweet Pea.” He told you his name.
“Sweet Pea.” You said, testing how his name sounded coming out of your mouth and smiled once you were satisfied with it.
“See you around… Crimson.” He returned as he looked down at the new contact in his phone smiling to himself.
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