Just a drabble or several…
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When the final bell of the school day rang, signaling the close of yet another year, Betty let loose a breath of relief. Sure, she liked school, always had, but the end of this year could not have come sooner. Shoving her notebooks and pencil bag into her backpack, she looked around the room and smiled. It would be at least a couple of months before she would be sitting in the hard plastic chairs again. The hallway was a myriad of slamming lockers, raised voices and shuffling feet. Pushing her way toward her own locker was a feat to say the least, but when she finally made it, she had to push a couple of raucous boys from it's exterior.
The contents of her locker was almost nothing, she had taken most of it home over the last few days. Wanting desperately to just grab her few needed items and exit the building quickly. It was looking like it would be a total success until she shut the door, spun around and was greeted with leather motorcycle boots. Inhaling deeply, she let her eyes travel from the worn boots up jean clad legs to an obnoxious belt buckle. She looked at the large metal skull for just a moment too long, eliciting a snigger from it's owner.
"Hey, eyes up here Cooper. What am I a piece of meat to you? I thought you were different. Jeez." She let her head fall to the side slightly, rolling her eyes at the boy before her.
"I wasn't objectifying you Sweet Pea, you'd have to be attractive for that." Her eyebrow shot up for just a beat, then a smirk graced her face.
"Ah, come one, you got me right in my heart Betty, right in my heart." Feigning a hurt look, he pointed to his right pectoral, then winked at her, replacing his frown with a seductive smile.
"Oh please, you'd have to have one first." She pulled at the strap over her shoulder. "Besides, your little smirks don't work on me, remember?" She pushed past him and almost everyone else that was close enough for her to smash a shoulder into. Looking behind her to see if he was following, smiling when he finally whirled around. Shoving unsuspecting hordes of kids out of his way to get to her.
"And here I thought we had an understanding Cooper." He said to her, his hot breath ghosting over the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
"An understanding? What understanding would that be Sweet Pea?" They'd finally made it outside, warm air surrounding them. It was still quite loud considering almost everyone had left the premises.
"You never struck me as someone who would just forget. Doesn't matter anyway, FP wants you at the Wrym regardless of what you and I have going on." His arm was warm sliding against her back. For a moment she relished in his muscled half embrace; a smile playing on her lips. "Our plans will have to wait for later." He did it again, sending shivers through her with the timber of his voice, his hot breath washing over her ear, down her neck, minty fresh and tinged with nicotine. She could feel her insides turning to goo.
"I hardly thing selling pot to old men at the country club is plans, but sure, our plans can wait." She said, desperate to shew away her semi romantic interest in the boy. His arm slithered from her body, she missed him instantly.
"Hey! Better hurry if you don't want my old man pissin' in your cheerios Cooper." Jughead clapped a hand on her back, it was a little too hard and she had to step forward so as not to topple over. "Sorry 'bout that Betty, kinda in a hurry." He winked at her and bolted to his bike. Returning her attention to her partner in crime, literally, she looked up at him and waited.
"What? FP said he wanted us there. If you'd hurry up, we could beat Jones there and still have time a little fun." Without hesitation, Sweet Pea jogged to his bike, taking a seat on it. The engine roared to life, he patted the seat behind his and smirked at the girl. She was not amused. Or maybe she was, but she didn't want him to know that.
"Will I always be on the back of your bike Sweet Pea?" It was a genuine question. She snaked her arms around his torso, resting her chin on his shoulder blade, waiting for his answer.
"Jeez Betty, I sure hope so!" He managed to turn around enough to catch her green eyes, bright and happy. He could feel the smile on his back.
"Just drive Sweet Pea." He pushed off the curb, sending them zooming through the school parking lot, missing the remaining students and their cars.