now or never // sweet pea imagine part 2
Title: now or never
Warnings: none really just your bright mix of fluff, angst, anger
Summary: Sommer decides to take matters into her own hands and confronts our favorite tall serpent at the Whyte Wyrm.
A/N: literally embarrassed i set the comma in the direct speech wrong all along lmao i’m sorry. aslo i’m really happy how this turned out since i took more time in writing it, trying to really make you feel with the characters through their body language. i’ve read over it so there should be no typos. if you find some, just message me if they’re major and annoying. PLEASE
now have fun!
Veronica Lodge had called Sommer naïve on my occasions. Like when she came to Reggie Mantle’s defense about listing her name in the playbook, saying he was most likely forced to do so by the other football players. Veronica had only scoffed at that, Betty gently touching her shoulder as if to console Sommer.
If Veronica knew that Sommer was walking down the dimly lit streets on the Southside of Riverdale, she would be furiously dragging her back to the Harris’ residence by her hair.
The wind was howling through the small town, Sommer’s heels clicking on the floor. She wrapped her black coat tighter around her frame, damning herself that she thought wearing a velvet dress underneath was a good idea.
One week had passed since Sommer had seen Sweet Pea last. Whenever she relived his words, they felt like a knife plunging through her heart repeatedly. She doesn’t exactly remember how many times she called him and then hung up quickly because she was unsure of what to say. Should she apologize? For what? For making him feel something other than anger and rage.
Sweet Pea wasn’t one to talk about his feelings, he had never been. But Sommer didn’t need him to.
When he thought she wasn’t looking, she noticed the way his eyes would follow her every movement, the way he would smile affectionately at her when she talked and the sweet nothings he whispered into her ear when he thought she was already sleeping.
It was fear that held him back, that she knew. The fear of loving someone, the fear of being vulnerable and not being able to do anything about it. He was scared she was going to slip through his fingers one day, without him being able to pull her back.
Sommer looked around, checking her surroundings occasionally, making sure she wasn’t being followed as she knew how dangerous this side of town was at night. She checked her phone again, making sure her GPS was leading her in the right direction of the Whyte Wyrm as she had never been there.
Sweet Pea would always tell her that the bar was a local spot for the Southside Serpents to hang out at. Since he used to go there when they couldn’t meet up, this was the place she was most likely going to find him since she didn’t know where he lived.
She checked her attire and sighed. She really could have thought this through, she couldn’t look any more like a prestige Northside girl.
Sommer might as well have worn her River Vixen uniform to paint an even bigger target on her back. She put her hands in the small pockets of her coat and gripped her pepper spray tightly.
The Whyte Wyrm wasn’t like any other bar Sommer had been to. It wasn’t as fancy and exclusive like the one her uncle owned in New York.
As she pushed the red doors open, it reeked of cigarette smoke and a sense of danger hung in the air. As Sommer stood at the entrance, now regretting her decision she even came here, she wished the floor would swallow her in whole. She was sure she had the attention of most of the serpents on her and it wasn’t one she could particularly enjoy.
Sommer closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reminding herself who she was here for in the first place. She quickly scanned the room, looking for the tall, raven-haired serpent but he could nowhere be found. She spotted a few serpents surrounding a pool table. She took a step forward, hoping Sweet Pea might be amongst them but she felt a hand grip her shoulders.
She froze, her breath quickening as she slowly turned around and looked into the brown eyes of a girl. She was short and had a slim complexion. Her long, wavy hair had streaks of pink in it and she wore a bandana on top of it. Her left eyebrow was furrowed, looking the girl up and down. She sneered at her and crossed her arms over her chest.
“So, you’re the girl Pea has been going on about,” she declared amusingly, a small smile gracing her face as she bobbed her head. Sommer’s eyes widened in uncertainty.
“He told someone? I mean – it’s not a bad thing you know – but, I mean considering the circumstances.” Sommer let out a breathless laugh and tucked a lock of hair behind her ears, a habit she had, signaling she was nervous. The serpent rolled her eyes.
“Considering you’re from the Northside and he’s a serpent, you mean?
“I don’t care that he’s from the Southside. I don’t care that he’s in a gang. I care about him. And I need this boy to understand that no one walks away from me!” Sommer scowled and the pink-haired girl let out a soft laugh.
“I’m Toni. Toni Topaz,” she introduced herself. Sommer smiled. “Sommer Harris. But you probably know that already.”
“Just so you know, I texted your lover boy. Should be here any second. It wasn’t hard to figure out who you are. What exactly were you thinking when you came here, girl? You’re lucky no one else approached you, might not have ended as nicely.”
“To be completely honest with you, Toni. I didn’t have a plan B. Only a pepper spray which sounds ridiculous now that I say it out loud. But I just…needed to do something.”
Toni gave Sommer a comforting smile, which quickly turned into a grimace as she looked behind the Northsider.
Sommer turned around and saw Sweet Pea taking long strides towards her, his jaw clenched, and anger radiating from him. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He quickly grabbed her by the arm, pulling her with him towards the door. Sommer took one last glance at the pink-haired serpent who waved at her and mouthed a Good Luck to her.
The cold air hit Sommer as Sweet Pea angrily pushed open the doors of the Whyte Wyrm.
Sommer looked up at Sweet Pea, taking in all of him. His messy, dark hair she loved running her fingers through. His plump lips she had missed so dearly and his broad shoulders she would cling on to for dear life.
He looked furious. His brown eyes were narrowed, his muscles tense under his leather jacket and the veins throbbing in his neck.
“What the hell are you doing here, Sommer?” he spat, a scowl on his face. Sommer balled her small fists and took a deep breath as her expression hardened.
“What I’m doing here? What I’m doing here!?” she screeched, her face flushed. “I’m here for you, you cretin. You can’t just expect me to forget about you and move on!”
“Do you know how dangerous and stupid it was of you coming here from all places? Wearing…that! You’re lucky Topaz recognized you and texted me!”
His loud voice boomed through the air and the girl took a step back, wincing at him. His eyes softened at her movement, clearing his throat and opening his mouth to say something.
“I know, okay! This was probably the most stupid and dumbest thing I could have done. But I knew you wouldn’t answer any of my calls and I didn’t know where you lived so this was my best shot. Also, I’m wearing custom-made Louboutins and a Vera Wang coat, thank you very much. I was supposed to go to Nick St. Clair’s party but he’s not worthy of my time.”
“Who the hell is Nick St. Clair!?” His shoulders tensed. He couldn’t bear the thought of Sommer getting close to another boy. Sommer rose her eyebrows challengingly, a twinkle in her eyes as she put her hands on her hips, looking up at his tall frame.
“None of your business. Anyways, I’m not here to talk about him. I’m here to ask you something.” Sweet Pea ran his fingers through his hair, seemingly annoyed and wanting Sommer to leave.
“What are you afraid of?” His brows furrowed, looking at her in confusion.
“Is it commitment?” she pushed. He stiffened, and realization dawned on his face as his head lowered, not daring to look Sommer in the eyes. His expression dulled, and he stayed quiet for a few seconds, contemplating on what to say. The silence seemed deafening to both teenagers.
“You should go. I’ll wait for you until you call someone to pick you up.”
He pressed his lips together, though, not being able to hide the crack in his voice and the gloomy look in his eyes as he looked up again.
She inched forward, slowly draping her arms around his neck to hold him in place, hoping he wasn’t going to turn away from her. She looked up at him, eyes gentle and caring.
“I’m not going anywhere, I think you should know that by now,” she said, her voice low. His breaths quickened at the proximity. He had felt lonely for the past few days, yearning to touch her, to hold her close.
He cleared this throat. “I never meant to hurt you,” he began, voice shaking as he was unsure how to put his feelings into simple words. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Sommer,” he admits, pulling her small frame closer to him by her waist. “I have never felt like this before with any other girl,” he explained, shutting his eyes.
“I’m scared one day you’ll see what I see every day when I look at you. That… you’re simply too good for me, princess.” For the first time in his life, Sweet Pea had laid out his feelings openly, leaving him utterly vulnerable and Sommer stunned and unable to move.
His face twisted. “I can’t afford to lose you,” he added with a mere whisper. Her mouth turned into a smile, her eyes sparkling at his confession.
“Listen here, Sweet Pea. You’re stuck with me now, okay? You have been since the very first day. Don’t ever think for one second that you’re too good for me. Because you’re not. You’re everything I could have asked for,” she said, looking him deeply in his eyes, hoping she would remove every trace of doubt he had in himself.
“If you ride, I’m riding too,” she added, a small smile tugging at her lips.
“You truly are a ride or die, aren’t your Harris. Coming here to the Southside, all by yourself like the badass you are.” He gave her a lopsided grin as he put his calloused hands on either side of her soft face to caress her rosy cheeks. Her face lit up at his affectionate way, enjoying every second of it.
“Don’t ever put yourself in danger for me, got it, baby?” he whispered huskily, his voice laced with concern. He looked at her lips and then into her eyes again.
“I missed this.” She sighed contentedly, causing Sweet Pea to chuckle. He leaned into her, placing a gentle, slow kiss on her lips. Soft and warm, sweet, with a subtle taste of peppermint. It felt like the first time all over again, butterflies erupting in both of their stomachs. Sommer pulled away and leaned her head against his chest as he buried his face into her soft hair, as the smell of pine and lavender mixed.
“Let’s get out of here.”