Forget About It

*Language and suggested adult themes. Enter at your own risk*

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"Sweet Pea? S'that you?" Betty stumbled over her own feet, she was trying her best to keep her balance all the way up the stars. It was difficult to see clearly, and the light was dim, but when she entered her room, there was someone on her bed. Her fingers slipped from around the straps of her purse, a clanking noise from the chains filled the room as it fell to the floor.

"You know it's me. Where've ya been?" His leather creaked as he rose from her pretty pink duvet.

"I was out with Veronica and Cheryl. Whysit matter to you anyway?" Haphazardly, she tore the low heels she was wearing from her feet. Discarding them somewhere near her closet door.

"Try again babe." His voice was deep and agitated. She liked it. Flipping on her bedside lamp, Sweet Pea's face illuminated.

"I was with them, then I wasn't." She turned from him, biting her lip, already knowing she'd been caught. Slipping her arms from the sleeves of her vintage military jacket, she placed it over the chair at her desk.

"Why don't we talk about when you weren't with them." He caught her eye in the mirror, her face flushing crimson.

"How about we don't. It's not your business Sweets." Uncomfortable, she began to unbutton her shirt, green eyes still locked with Sweet Pea's fiery black ones.

"I think it is my business Betts. You're my business." He was behind her now, jaw set in a rigid angry pose.

"Not anymore, remember? You don't have the right to ask me shit." Turning around suddenly, her shirt flew open. His eyes roamed her exposed flesh greedily.

"You're still mine, like it or not." A long slim finger tip ran the length of her sternum, over the tiny bow at the center of her bra, down over her navel and hooked inside of her jeans over her button.

"How's that work? You can jus' sleep with whoever and I'm stuck here wondering, waiting? No, I didn't sign up for that. I signed up for you, with only me. Thas not what I got." Moving away from him, his finger slipped from the waistband of her jeans, his hand coming to a rest at his side, clenched in a fist.

"I wasn't sleepin' around Betts. We went on a run. Chicks are at bars, other charters have hang arounds. You don't know what you're talkin' about." He followed her into her bathroom. She had unbuttoned her jeans, the zipper pulled down exposing her black satin panties. The ones he loved to tug from her body.

"Thas not how it went and you know it. We aren't even together. We never were. We just messed around after Jughead and everything. You can't stake a claim on me, Imma free agent." Her jeans slipped down her smooth legs, pooling around her feet.

"I put you back together Betts, got you patched, sponsored you. It's more than just a good time and you know it. I staked a claim when I put myself out there for you." His palm was hot and heavy down her back, goosebumps rising over her arms.

"You don't own me." She took her top off, flinging it to the floor, kicking it and her jeans to the side.

"Don't I though?" His hands took purchase of her hips, bringing her back into him.

"No, you don't." She pushed away despite the incredible delight at his dominance over her. She took the brush from the vanity in her room. Running the bristles through her tangled hair.

"Who were you with Betty?" Sweet Pea took his leather off, placing it over her jacket.

"If I tell you will you go?" She was annoyed. He was wearing a tight black shirt, the block letters on front stretching over his glorious pectorals. Biting her lip, she put the brush down.

"Maybe." He was tiring of her games. She stood there, ankles crossed, damn near nude and slightly drunk.

"If I tell you, I want you to go." Giving orders now, she moved to sit on her bed. Laying back over the puffy duvet.

"Tell me now, Betty." There was that voice again. The irritated demanding voice that she craved in her ear.

"Veronica and Cheryl wanted to go to the Wyrm. I did not." She rolled over, looking at him was distracting her.

"Yeah, I got that when Veronica and Cheryl told me." The bed dipped when he sat next to her. The worn knee of his jeans skimming the side of her thigh. She shivered.

"I went to The House of the Dead. I danced. I drank these insanely good drinks with Ghoulies and came home." Rolling away from him and off of the bed, Betty went to her closet.

"Danced and drank with Ghoulies at The House of the Dead. That's it?" Sweet Pea bent over while she was turned away, untying his laces and tugging his boots from his feet, shoving them under her bed.

"Yeah. Mostly with that one, from the race? He's really nice." Smiling to herself at the memory. His wicked smile and how he tried for more than just dancing with her. He was all off though. The wrong touch, the wrong smell and the wrong voice.

"Fuckin' Malachai? The goddamn Ghoulie's leader Betty?" Sweet Pea felt a sting in his heart, flinging himself from the foot of the bed toward her, pulling a shirt from her closet.

"Yeah! So what? He didn't do me in the parking lot behind the garage so no one could see us, rough and dirty. He wanted to take me home, but I said no. He didn't push, dropped me home so I didn't have to walk. Why are you even here?" Frustrated, Betty unclasped her bra, flinging it from her body without care. Angrily she stuffed her arms into the sleeves of the shirt and tugged it over head.

"That's not how it was between us and you know it. Our first time wasn't rough and dirty against a wall Betty. It was my first time too." He was hurt, beyond cut through his heart.

"No, not the first time, but every time after it was. You're ashamed of me. Malachai wasn't. I know it was just him playin' me, but it felt good. To be wanted out in the open, no side glances to make sure no one's looking." A tear slipped down her cheek, landing on the front of the shirt.

"I'm not ashamed of you Betty. I didn't want the other guys thinkin' you're a certain way. Like they could have you." He wanted to smash his fist through the wall. Tear out eyeballs from eye sockets.

"You weren't doin' it for my benefit Sweets. You didn't wanna live up to your namesake." Moving around him, she blinked back tears. Tearing the duvet down, she slipped between the sheets, pulling her blanket high over her face to shield herself from Sweet Pea's glare.

"Maybe you're right." He waved an arm in the air, trying to dipurse his angry energy.

"Maybe you're a dick, and you should leave." Her voice was muffled by the pink puff covering her face.

"You used me too Betty. It's not like you didn't want me to take you behind the garage." He tried to act cool again. Like he was above the emotions that rubbed his throat raw right now. Betty flung the blanket back from her face.

"You have some nerve. Showing up here to interrogate me about where I've been, talking about me being yours and now I'm using you? Get out Sweet Pea." Tears rolled in succession now, the collar of her shirt soaked.

"This is how you wanted it right? I don't fuckin' care. You don't fuckin' care." Swallowing thickly, he moved toward the bed.

"No, that's not it. That's not what we talked about." She hiccupped.

"You let that sleazeball Ghoulie put his hands on you. Did he kiss you?" Sweet Pea's lip quivered slightly.

"So what if he did?" Her legs were crossed now, she wiped her nose with a tissue from the box on her bedside table.

"Did he pull you in close like I do, taste like I do?" His chest was tight with jealousy. Desperate not to let her see the chink in his armor.

"Maybe. Maybe more. So what? You slept with that club whore in Omaha. Two weeks gone, no calls, no texts. Just some pictures from Cheryl of you and that used up skank." Fresh tears sprung from Bettys eyes, a river unleashed.

"Well thank god Cheryl sent pictures of everything. That way you don't have to confront me, just run to the first hard on you can find. I didn't sleep with that chick Betts." He was on the bed now, crawling on his knees across the queen size mattress, big fat tears rolling over his high cheekbones.

"What happens on runs stays on runs. Good thing I didn't ask for your patch, then I could never leave." Closing her eyes tight, Betty felt the sob escape her, not believing him for even a second.

"I never fucked that sweet butt Betty. She kissed me and I pushed her off. Cheryl didn't send you the pictures where I slept in the van all night. Didn't show you that I slept there the whole time. In the van, covered in snow." His lip was betraying him in the lamp light, her eyes trained on his grimace.

"No she didn't. But neither did you." Several tissues later and Betty could breath from one nostril.

"No, because someone was at Sunnyside Trailer Park before we all left and never came knockin' on my aluminum door." Betty looked at him, realization striking her. "Yeah, I saw you. Jughead huggin' you close."

"I went to see FP. Jughead said sorry, we moved past everything. I have to do that if I'm gonna take care of Hot Dog." She said, Sweet Pea was confused. His watery eyes squinting at her.

"What the hell are you talkin' about?" He was looking down at her from on his knees in front of her.

"FP had me watching Hot Dog. For my initiation? Cheryl did it, you did it, everyone does it." Betty wiped at her face.

"Initiation? When?" He felt guilt trying to swallow him whole.

"Couple days ago. Had to wait for the girls to get back. Get my ass handed to me in the yard. Then the laws, the snake pit, and the snake bite." She listed everything there was to do to get a Serpent jacket. He felt like an ass.

"I didn't know." He sat back on his heels.

"You didn't ask. Too busy pushing me away." She hugged her knees.

"Maybe I was scared. I dunno. Why do you run to other guys when you feel like shit?" Sweet Pea felt bad for saying the last, but it needed to be said. He wasn't one to sugar coat, never had it in him.

"Jeez Pea, tell me how really feel." She laid her head on her knees, letring another tear trickle from her eye.

"I'm not about playin' games anymore babe. Be real with me and I'll be real with you." His large thumb laid flat over her cheek, wiping the tears away.

"When I feel out of control. I let it all go. Let myself be out of control. Boys just happen to be there." She didn't intentionally seek male attention, but she did like it.

"They're there because you're hot. Because of the way you sway that ass and flip that hair. They want you. All of them." He watched her, the way her lip was sucked into her mouth, how she averted her eyes from him.

"What about you? Why do you push me away?" Sucking in a ragged breath.

"Everyone always leaves. My Dad, my Mom. They all leave. What's to say you won't leave too?" Laying down next to her on the bed, he looked up at her from the pillow.

"We're both pretty messed up huh?" Betty lifted her head from her knees, offering a watery smile to Sweet Pea.

"We sure are. How do we fix it?" Lifting a finger to her face, Sweet Pea swept the hair from Betty's face

"We could start with being honest." The tears had finally stopped. She leaned back on her pillow so she could look him in the eye.

"Honest huh?" He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe we should start over. Forget these last three weeks."

"Forget it all happened?" She was wondering how it could even work.

"Yeah, except for us. I don't ever want to forget that." His lips were covering hers, the tips of his fingers grazing her jaw.

"I changed my mind. You can stay."