The Girl Up North
Sweet Pea x OC (Peyton Andrews)
Warnings: a fight, making out, OC gets hit on by Ghoulies, a little bit of hate towards the main characters
A/N: New fanfic, and unlike the cover I made says she’s not really a good girl. I hope you enjoy, please leave all the feedback, good or bad. Thanks for reading.
I hated night shift with every fiber of my being. So, having night shift during finals week was the cherry to top the cake. I groaned as I stared at the layers of math problems in front of me, slapping my hand against the counter when I came up with the wrong answer for the third time in a row. My head snapped up as the door opened and three South Siders came in, leather jackets and combats making them stick out like a sore thumb. The few North Side elites who were breaking curfew looked up, raising their lips in disgust, my brother, Archie Andrews and his girlfriend among them. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of the prejudice that the two groups had for one another and grabbed my notebook, praying that when I came back to the math I would finally have a grip on calculus once and for all.
“What can I get you?” I asked, popping my hip and blowing bubble in my cinnamon gum. They looked up at me, eyebrows raised in surprise.
“Aren’t you going to get the elitists first, they look like they need you to wipe their chin,” one, the only female, snickered and I rolled my eyes.
“Sorry, I’m not their mommy, I’m the waitress, so unless you’re going to order I’m going to leave,” I drawled, not at all humored by the joke. The girl clearly got the drift and picked up the menu sitting on the table.
“I’ll have a double cheeseburger and a strawberry milkshake.”
“Lovely, and for you two? A milkshake to share?” I asked innocently. They both sent glares in my direction.
“I’ll get the same as her, except make it a chocolate milkshake,” the smaller of the guys said, I nodded and then turned to the last one.
He was staring, his eyes ever so slightly narrowed, hidden behind the raven hair that was falling in wisps across his face.. I shifted uncomfortably and took a small step back, unsure if the boy had caught the humor in my previous comment. The girl coughed and then he merely sent me away with a wave of his hand.
“I’ll be back with your orders,” I stuttered, confused at the behavior of the raven-haired boy. I hurried away and shouted the orders at Pop. I returned to my math, checking on the customers every so often to make sure that no one was signing the air, waiting for their check, the one I would have to tell them to get at the counter for the millionth time that night.
While making the milkshakes I could feel my eyes drifting shut, math problems bouncing against my skull, and when pop called “Order’s Up,” I nearly jumped out of my Converse. I laid everything out on a platter and hoisted it above my shoulder, gliding over to the table of Serpents. “Is there anything else I can get you?” I asked nervously, staring at the brooding boy.
“Your number. I’m Fang, by the way” the other boy said with a grin and I rolled my eyes.
“Sorry, not on the menu,” I returned, making the girl roar with laughter. “Now, anything I can get you?” They shook their heads, or at least the two did, the brooding boy was still motionless, his eye trained on the table. “Fabulous,” I said with a twirl and then headed off in the direction of the other tables to see if there was anything I could do before I returned to the dreaded problem of the night. “Everything good?” I asked the Scooby Doo gang. Archie glanced up at me.
A real shock that he could pull away from googly eyes with Veronica for more than a second.
“What are you doing talking to the Serpents?” he asked accusingly and I rolled my eyes.
“Oh brother dear, I’m going to explain something to you so i need you to keep your ears wide open. I work as waitress, I talk to customers. It doesn’t matter if they’re from flipping Timbuktu I’m going to take their order. It’s called customer service,” I said, baby talking my way through the explanation.
“They’re not safe,” he said with a glare at the table and I rolled my eyes again.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure that if one of them tries to hurt me you can pull yourself away from your girlfriend long enough to get in a fist fight, I mean that’s the second best thing you do,” I snapped and then marched away, leaving the prejudice group to their milkshakes.
Then I forced myself to walk over to the table of Ghoulies, four of them, far more frightening than the relaxed Serpents.
“Is there anything I can get for you” i asked as sweetly as I could. one of them looked up at me with a grin and grabbed my wrist.
“Wow, I’ve already heard that tonight, you boys are so creative,” I said exhaustively. ‘So, I’ll tell you what I told the last boy, it’s not on the menu.“
"How about you Baby, you on the menu?” he snickered, pulling me onto his lap, pressing his lips against my neck. The others laughed at my squirming and cheered their friend on. As best I could I shoved him off me and stood up brushing my now ruffled skirt down.
“I’ll take that as a no,” I huffed and turned to walk away.
“Wait a second you little bitch, your brought me the wrong milkshake. Fix it,” he snapped and I clenched my fists and turned around. As I lifted the milkshake it took all of my willpower not to pour it into his lap. I whirled around, smacking directly into the raven haired boy. The milkshake covered his entire front and their was rage in his eyes, but I soon learned that it wasn’t directed at me. he effortlessly shoved me to the side and grabbed the Ghoulie who had been harassing me before.
“Get out,” he snarled, lifting the Ghoulie by the collar.
“Or what milkshake boy?” he laughed. The boy drew back and I let out a little screech when I heard the cracking of fist against nose and blood spurted across the table. The other Ghoulies stood up, all ready to start a fight.
“Stop it,” I screamed, grabbed the Serpent by his jacket and pulling him back. Pop came running towards the scene and I let out a sigh of relief, still clutching the Serpent boy’s jacket.
“Get out, all of you. Everyone clear out, except you,” he angrily yelled, pointing at the Serpent boy. The Ghoulies rushed out, followed by the Scooby Doo gang and the other Serpents. He turned on the Serpent boy and continued yelling up a storm. “What the hell are you thinking, staring fights up here, you’re going to get your entire gang in trouble. These days they’re looking for any excuse to arrest you, you idiot.” The boy took a step forward, ready to storm out, but my hands were still clutching the jacket, shaking in fear.
“It was my fault, the guy was hitting on me and he helped me out, and the guy threw the milkshake,” I defended. They both turned to me in surprise and the creases of Pop’s face softened. The Serpent boy seemed surprised that I was both lying and defending him.
“Oh, I’m sorry son, but there are better ways to handle it than starting fights in my diner,” he said and then turned to me. “I think I’m closing for the night, get this booth cleaned up, and then go home,” he said, and I nodded dutifully, ignoring that leaps of glee that I was feeling, finally some sleep, that’s all I asked for. Pop turned and left me with the Serpent boy.
“I’m really sorry about your shirt, I think we have one in the back,” I said and he shrugged. I ushered for him to follow me, waving bye to Pop as he shut off the open sign and left, locking the door behind him.
'Thanks for lying,“ he muttered, but I paid him no attention, searching through the boxes of lost and found we kept in the store room. "I’m sorry for being an ass too.”
“Don’t worry, I get it. We North Siders need to be taken down a notch, I’m just not sure ignoring is the best way to- Aha, got it.” I turned around, triumphantly holding the white shirt, that I had almost thrown away, high in the air. I tossed it to him and leaned against the shelf, and had to hold in a very girly noise when he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing taught muscle and tanned skin. I averted my eyes before he could notice that I was practically drooling, but he had already seen.
“Like the view,” he joked and I rolled my eyes.
“Doesn’t everyone,” I replied, my eyes snapping up to his.
“Sure, but normally my view isn’t better looking,” he said cockily and I blushed a little, glad that the backroom was badly lit for the first time.
“Now, that’s a way to win a girls heart, much classier than 'What’s your number?’,” I said with a laugh and he chuckled along with me. I slid past him and grabbed the mop, but before I could get over to the mess it was being pulled out of my hand.
“I got it, you get the counter,” he said. I grinned and pulled a washcloth out of the sink, walking over to the table.
As I was washing of the blood stains and spilled milkshake I stretched out as much as possible, highlighting my curves as much as possible, hoping that he would take the hint. When I was finished washing the table I sat up and turned around, straight into his chest once more. “We have to stop meeting like this,” he grinned and I groaned and the cheesy line.
“And just when I thought you were the poetic one.”
“I'v got to keep you on your toes don’t I?” he asked and I shrugged.
“I’m sure there are better ways to keep me on my toes.”
“Like this?” And then he was leaning down and kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, ignoring the clatter of the mop on the linoleum floor.
“Just like that,” I said with a laugh as I pulled away for a breath of air. He chuckled and turned, setting me on the counter. I grabbed the hem of his shirt, and then stopped. “Have you got a better place for this, I would like to keep my job.”
“I’ve got a trailer.”
“That sounds perfect.”
“Are you implying-”
“Read the signs…” I started, and then realized I had no idea what his name was.
“Sweet Pea,” he responded, his eyes daring me to make a joke about his name.
“Andrews huh, are you sure your Daddy is going to be okay with you and a Snake?” he asked me and I shrugged.
“I don’t know, do you want to ask, because I sure as hell don’t care.” He laughed and then pulled me onto his back and carried me outside to his motorcycle. We both climbed on, forgoing helmets and took off down the dirt road towards the south of the tracks.
When we reached his trailer we quickly climbed off and before we could get the door open he had me against the outside of the trailer, hands roaming my body.
“Get the door open before you go all teenage boy on me,” I teased and he pulled away to open the door. When we were inside I pulled off my shirt and jumped into his arms kissing him furiously, leading us into a long night of lust, fumbling hands, and hot breath against cold skin, unaware of the tragedy that was coming.