Multifandom!!! (Book 1) {CLOSED}

Sweet Pea vs. Archie

Sweet Pea and I walk into my room. I collapse onto the bed with exhaustion.

"You okay, Y/N/N?" He asks as he cupped my shoulder.

I hiss as pain surged throughout my abdomen.

"Y/N/N?" He asks.

His eyes are laced with worry.

"Yes, I'm fine. It's just.... my shoulders are really tense." I say.

"I could help with that, ya know.... I've been told I am one hell of a massager." He states.

"Well then, can you please do the honors for me?"

He nods and takes off his jacket. His white tank top compliments his skin tone and his muscles. He kicks off his shoes to make himself more comfortable. He sits on his knees on the bed.

"Sit up." He says.

I shift my weight on my knees and he places his hands on my shoulder. He kneads my shoulder blades with his thumbs. I sigh in relaxation and tilt my head to the side.

"A little lower." I whisper.

He does so and I hum in satisfaction. I close my eyes and moan softly. My body rocks back and forth with the constant motion of his fingers massaging my skin. I subconsciously lean my back against his chest. His chuckle vibrates my ribcage.

"Please don't stop, Sweet." I say.

He massages deeper and I lean my head back slightly. His lips brushed against the shell of my ear.

"You don't want me to stop?" He taunts.

"No. Don't stop, please." I say.

"Alright." He says.

He lifts me onto his lap and massages down my sides. He slides his hand underneath of my shirt, exposing my boiling hot skin. I place my hands over his and link my fingers with his. He places a tender kiss behind my ear.

"What the hell is going on here?!" A voice piped.

My eyes snap open to see Archie with a book bag slung over his shoulder. His arms are crossed and his eyes harden with anger.

"Archie... he was just giving me a massage." I say.

"With his hands under your shirt? And his lips behind you ear? Some massage, huh?" Archie states.

Sweet Pea slowly takes his hands out from under my shirt and whispers:

"Maybe I should leave."

"I think so too. Thank you for the massage, Sweet. I'll talk to you later." I whisper back.

He slides me off of his lap and gets off of the bed. He puts on his shoes and takes the rest of his stuff. He walks over to me and places a kiss on my forehead to make Archie mad. Which worked out very well.

"Bye." He whispers.

"Bye." I say.

He walks passed Archie, but Archie stands in his way.

"Arch, don't start things you can't finish." He simply states.

Archie looks at me and I shake my head. He sighs in defeat and lets Sweet Pea walk away.

"He was just trying to be nice." I say as I walk off of the bed.

"Yea? Well he was being too nice. And whenever a guy is being nice to a girl, it's usually because he wants something from her." Archie explains.

"Oh, and I'm sure you know this from what? Reading?" I ask.

He huffs and says:

"I don't want to see you get hurt."

He takes my hand into his. He caresses the back of my hands with his thumbs.

"And I.... Love you, Y/N. I love you and I want you all to myself." He states truthfully.

"Archie, I—"

He presses his lips to mine. My eyes widen in shock and my body froze. I quickly pull away and I say frantically:

"I'm with Sweet Pea."

He pulls his hands away from mine.

"What?" He says with betrayal lacing his voice.

"Are you serious? I've started loving you he minute I knew that love was and you choose a Southside thug over me?" He says angrily.

"First of all, he is NOT a Southside thug. So watch your mouth. And Sweet and I started talking soon after Jughead introduced us... we just bonded instantly and one thing led to another..." I trail off.

"You didn't have sex, did you?" Archie asks.

His dark green eyes burrowing into mine.

"Yes."

"You've got to be kidding me?! Y/N/N, all Sweet Pea wants is to get into your pants and flaunt you like you're a piece of meat or something. And it pisses me off that you don't see that."

"What makes you think he only sees me as a piece of meat?" I say.

"Because that's how all Southsiders view women."

"Watch yourself Archie." I say.

"Why? Because you used to be a Southsider?" He asks.

"I still am a Southsider, Archie! Just because I'm not living there anymore, doesn't mean I am no longer a Southsider. I was born there, Arch."

"You're nothing like any of them."

"Because I didn't undergo their struggles. You think they were born as cold-hearted killers? No! Something terrible happened to them, to make them grow up way to fast, Archie." I defend.

"You claim that not all Southsiders are bad people. But you never gave them a chance to back that up." I add.

"Y/N/N. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"

"You're right. You shouldn't have, but you did. You showed me just how much you hate us Southsiders." I interrupt.

"Well, If you think that I hate you so much. Then why don't you just leave?" He instigates.

"Good question." I say.

I pack up my stuff and pack another back full of essentials. I slug them both over my shoulder and walked out of the door. I hopped into the car and revved down the street, not daring to look back.