EPISODE 4
The movie was slightly better than Kevin expected. Not by much, though. He'd still rather be doing something more fun, but Veronica insisted and he was a sucker for a pretty face. Something he'd admit to, gladly. At least James Dean was a total hottie; that helped keep his attention.
"That hair," Kevin said, dreamily.
"That jacket," Veronica replied, appreciation evident in her voice.
The moment was broken by Cheryl's annoying commentary. "Jason always adored the drive in."
Kevin and Veronica shared a look, but chose to remain silent. Cheryl was the worst, but she was still grieving and it wasn't worth ruining their night. He hoped she'd get bored of them eventually and leave.
A bang followed by laughter and more ruckus came from behind the truck. The towns Southside Serpents had decided to join the party, apparently. No one bothered them and if someone did, they learned quickly how bad of an idea that was. They were another reason why Kevin didn't like coming to the drive-in. Totally not worth it.
"South side trash." He hissed in a whispered tone at Veronica. Cheryl looked confused at his annoyance.
"They've been doing that since the opening credits." She replied. Her response was more so directed at Cheryl, he knew.
Kevin rolled his eyes as they got louder. Leaning over the side of his truck, he shushed them. His eyes bounced around before landing on one particular person. Front and center sat a hot dark haired guy, wearing a smirk as his fingers wrapped around the top of his popcorn bucket. He looked amused from his lawn chair and Kevin couldn't help how captivating it was. He pulled his eyes away and sat back in his truck.
His mind stayed with the other guy, though, until Veronica stood up from her spot. "Hey, you know what happens to a snake when a Louis Vatton heel steps on it? Shut the hell up or you'll find out."
Some cars honked, while, others shouted out in agreement with her. Veronica took a slight bow, before sitting back down. "Thank you!"
"I cannot believe you just threatened a gang banger." Kevin exclaimed.
She waved away his surprise. "I dealt with worse in the East Village. I just hate when people disrespect my cinematic experience." She snagged the popcorn bucket out of his hands and gave it to Cheryl. "How about a refill?"
She was trying to get the other girl away; even for a few minutes. He didn't have hopes it would work that easily, though. Suddenly the bucket was back in his hands.
"Yeah, Kev, how about a refill? Cherry cola, as always." The red haired vixen asked, sweetly. She left no room for argument in her tone, so, he unhappily jumped out.
If Cheryl crashing his night or the Serpents intentionally being dicks wasn't bad enough, catching Moose make out with his girlfriend was certainly what would ruin the night. Unfortunately not his appetite as Kevin proceeded to order one of everything at the stand.
"We're all outta dogs." The kid behind the counter told him.
He shook his head, picking up the remaining items. He turned around mentally preparing himself to see Moose, again. Only instead, it was the delicious dark haired guy from before. He stood a few inches below Kevin, but in his black clothes and strong stare, he was still quite intimidating.
"Not so tough without your beard, huh?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
Kevin was at a loss for words. He certainly didn't keep his orientation secret, but he also didn't try to go around waving it in peoples face. How did he know? Was he about to get his ass kicked? Before he could reply, the other teen nodded his head to the left.
"Let's go."
Why Kevin followed, he wasn't sure. He just hoped if it was bad, Veronica came looking soon.
Kevin really hoped Veronica didn't come looking.
He couldn't believe his luck tonight. This was nothing like he expected this night to go. Having his back pressed against a fence with an incredibly gorgeous bad boy's mouth on his. Maybe Veronica was right about being his lucky charm. He'd have to get her favorite frappe tomorrow morning as a thank you.
Crap! Thinking of her, reminded him how long he'd been away for. She'd come looking for him. He wrenched his lips away and stared into the dark haired teen's eyes. They were hypnotizing and Kevin knew he was screwed. "As fun as this is, I have to go."
"Are you sure?" The hunk asked, seductively. A smirk worked its way on his face before grabbing Kevin's bottom lip between his and nibbling. He couldn't help the moan that escaped. Maybe a few more minutes wouldn't hurt.
Suddenly a few more minutes was another ten and he could hear the movie wrapping up.
"Ok, this time I really need to go." Kevin begged, physically pushing his hook up back a little. He needed some air and get some blood back into his brain. It had all run south pretty fast.
"I'm Joaquin by the way" the hook-up said. It fit him perfectly.
Kevin couldn't refrain from the happiness he felt blooming. If they were going to be on a first name basis then that meant a round two at a different time was possible. "Give me your phone." Joaquin handed it to him without hesitation and he quickly typed. "This is my number. Use it."
The dark haired teen stared at his phone. His smirk fell off and a concerned look took its place. "Kevin Kel- as-as in Sheriff Keller?"
"Is that a problem?" He asked.
"Is-is this a problem?" Joaquin replied, as he rolled up his sleeve. A snake tattoo was evident on his arm.
Kevin wasn't stupid. He had been sitting right in the middle of the gang and was dressed very similar to the others. If that hadn't been enough, Joaquin's demeanor from earlier gave that way.
"I won't tell if you won't." Kevin replied, hesitantly. This was either the beginning or the end of this tawdry affair. It all depended on Joaquin's reaction.
Said reaction was apparently very positive by the way he grabbed Kevin's collar and roughly kissed him. Kevin sighed, kissing him back hungrily. He forced himself to pull away and caressed his sexy captor's face.
"Hopefully, I'll see you around." Kevin said, softly, before walking away. He needed to get back to the truck before the movie was over. Veronica was going to be pissed as it was for leaving her alone with Cheryl. More than anything, though, if he stayed another minute he knew he'd have Joaquin's hot mouth on his yet again.
Joaquin let out a happy sigh, as he leaned back against the fence. A small smile was making its way onto his normally nonchalant face. When he decided to join the rest of the crew at the drive in, it wasn't without protest. Why would he want to spend his Friday night watching an old movie from a lawn chair while the rest of them caused trouble? Their reoccurring nonsense got annoying after a while. Hence his smirk and amusement at the preppy clean cut kid hushing them followed by his beard's threat. No one tried to stand up to the Serpents; not with as much power and fear they carried.
He pulled out his phone, staring at the name and number newly added. The name Kevin fit him well. He wasn't sure why; probably just because he was still riding high from that make out session. Joaquin wasn't known for making the best decisions, but he was pretty thrilled about this one. When Kevin shot him that shocked, but intrigued look his way, he had an idea how to liven up his Friday night.
"So, when I said to stay and keep an eye on things, you thought I meant go fuck around with the Sheriffs kid?" A low voice said, as its carrier walked out from the shadows.
Joaquin looked up and his eyes widened. Shit. He got so caught up in Kevin that he completely forgot what FP asked him to do. Their leader finally trusts him with something and he blows it. He'll pay for it somehow, Joaquin's sure. "It's… I mean, I'm not dat—"
FP walked up, placing a hand against the fence just next to the teenager's head. His form was intimidating to say the least. Joaquin swallowed hard, uncertain. "Shut up. I don't care what or who you're doing. When I give you an order, I expect it to be followed. If you can't, then maybe I need to look closer at your commitment."
"No! Really, I got you. It won't happen, again. I swear." Joaquin begged. The Serpents were all he'd known since he was a kid. To lose them before he was even in the gang would be disastrous. His brother would be pissed and he'd be an outcast. It wasn't like he had anything else in his life.
The older man was silent as he stared at Joaquin. His gaze was unreadable as were most of his decisions. Sometimes FP could be decent; almost like a dad type. Other times he was terrifying. A flash of Jason Blossom crossed Joaquin's mind.
"Maybe you can make it up to us." FP spoke, firmly. He grinned. "It would be a big help to have a connection to the Sheriff's office. A way to keep tabs on things."
Joaquin's eyes squinted in confusion. "You don't mean…"
FP leaned in closer and replied, "Stay close to the Keller kid. I'll let you know what I want you to do. Understood?"
His shoulders drooped, as he nodded. FP clapped him on the shoulder before walking away. Joaquin let his head fall back, hitting the fence.
There went his Friday night.
