the taste of cigarettes || sweetpea [BACK ACTIVE]

20| touché jones

Finally, after five minutes of silence, Sweetpea breaks it.

"You need to talk?" he asks,gruffly.

Talking is probably the thing I need to do most and the thing I want to do least. Once again, my walls shoot up around, enclosing my chaotic feelings.

Shaking my head, I slip out from under his arm. His dark brown eyes study me from under his tousled black hair, looking for any signs of foul play.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes" I sigh, fiddling with my sleeve, not wanting to meet his gaze "Come on, we better go back before Trisha dies of withdrawal"

I couldn't help but throw this small dig at him. Her scathing stink eye earlier hasn't helped me warm up to her more.

Sweetpea smirks, slowly getting to his feet.

"I'd say you're jealous but I don't know what you'll say next"

Rolling my eyes at him, I move to walk past him. He catches my wrist, turning me around to face him. I wince slightly.The calloused pad of his thumb skims over my hand, gentle as ever.

"You sure you're doing okay?" he asks, holding my small wrist in between his forefinger and thumb, with as little force as possible.

Biting my lip, I nod, not meeting his eyes.

Deep waves of regret from lashing out at Sweetpea had begun to wash over me ; I didn't want to prolong this conversation. I had gathered my emotions into a neat bundle held together by loose thread, which would all unravel if the Serpent stared at me long enough with those brown eyes.

Pulling my wrist out of his loose grip, I walk back in the direction of the bonfire, the loud talking guiding me. Sweetpea huffs behind me before loping after me.

Betty had arrived, now sat under the arm of Jughead. She looked slightly nervous, her blue eyes skimming around. They fell on me, immediately lighting up as soon as they saw me, which made me feel slightly better.

She beckoned me over, to sit between Jughead and Toni. Cheryl's red curls were strewn over Toni's shoulder, a look of pure content plastered on her face.

I couldn't help but slightly feel like I was third wheeling . But considering my options of either joining the two couples or joining Fangs.

Fangs was starting to become slightly irritating when he drank, and I didn't fancy watching Trisha give me the stink eye either.

Sighing slightly before smiling widely, I joined Betty's side gratefully taking the beer Toni offered me.

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