traitor ¥ sweet pea

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"Oh, so you think I'm handsome?" The raven haired boy kept the smirk on his mouth.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Don't act like you don't hear it all the time."

The boy takes a swig of his beer, "Alright. I won't remind you of how pretty you are then."

I couldn't help but smile at him, "Thank you. It's a burden really, I'm sure you can relate."

The boy laughs giving my short dress a glance, "What's your name, Angel?"

I couldn't help but laugh loudly at the nickname which only made him raise a brow. "My name is Lilith. You know, as in the demon responsible for death and disease."

The boy grins big, a beautiful sight really. He has nice teeth. "Well, do you live up to it at least?"

I smiled as I leaned closer, "Demon? Yes. Death? Close to. No disease yet though, lucky for you."

The boy glanced from my mouth to my eyes as I spoke, slowly I leaned back before resting my elbows on the bar. "C'mon, what's yours? Something equally as tempting?"

"Let me guess," I grinned, "Damien, Zeek, Hunter?"

I squinted, "God, Don't tell me it's something like Chad."

The boy smiles again with a slight hesitation, "It's Sweet Pea, Angel."

I look up to his brown eyes, "Seems like both of our parents hate us, huh?"

Sweet Pea laughs at this, "It's cute though, I like it."

Sweet Pea leans close to me, letting me catch the smell of his cologne. "I'm not cute."

"Hm. I'd say you're pretty cute, Sweet Pea." The boy glares taking another swig of his beer.

I watch his face as the lights flash around us, "You gonna ask me to dance or just keep wasting my time?"

Sweet Pea smiles at the tease in my tone, "You know, you're kind of a brat, Lilith."

"You know it, Baby." I can't help but grin as he offers me a hand.

I was a decent height for a girl, standing at 5'6 and with my platform boots I was barely at 5'8. Sweet Pea pulled me behind him through the crowd, his hand was warm in my own cold fingers. His shoulders were wide, back tensing under his fitted black shirt with each step.

Once on the floor Sweet Pea turned to face me with a smirk that I didn't hesitate to match as I turned my back to him. Some shit pop song was on but feeling his hand wrap around my hip as I moved against him made it worth it.

I looked up at his face, "I don't want to get you in trouble, Handsome. How old are you?"

His hips are firm behind me as he swayed against my body. "Old enough."

I can't help but laugh as I turned in his arms, moving one of mine to wrap around the back of his neck.

I placed my other on his chest, "No need to get defensive, I just think you're too pretty for jail."