Violet - Chapter 1 (Sweet Pea x OC)
Violet took long strides down the corridors of South Side High, earning confused stares from the people. Her brunette hair was pulled back in a messy bun and her cherry red lipstick was slightly stained. As she pushed the cafeteria doors open, she glanced over at the tables, trying to find a free spot. When she finally did, she let out a contented sigh and plopped down on the chair, taking out her laptop.
She was the new girl in the school, though Violet doubted that anyone noticed. She was an easy prey, many would say. She was under the constant watch of different gangs - she was closely studied, scrutinized, and yearned after. Since she had no ties to gangs that they knew of, she became a target fast.
Violet shook her head, trying to get rid of the unwanted thoughts and tried to focus on the story in front of her. She liked writing in her free time, which she scarcely had anymore. She had to do most of the chores around the house and study, which most of the students didn’t do here.
Hearing a wolfish whistle, she groaned, shutting her laptop and placing it in her bag.
A few ghoulies, dressed in ripped jeans, decided to approach her and get in her personal space.
She was met by brown chocolate eyes and a sinister smirk, as the ghoulie leader leaned slightly back.
“Malachai.” Violet hissed, sounding like a wounded cat, and she hugged her bag closer to her, “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Heard there was a new girl at school, so decided to check in.” A grin slowly played on Malachai’s lips, “Never expected to find you here, though.”
“Ouch, is that a way to treat your old friend?” He faked a hurt expression, as he started twirling the strand of her long hair in his fingers.
Violet let out a long, drawn-out sigh as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, avoiding his face. She knew Malachai since she was ten years old. They used to always play together, which would usually result in him pulling her hair, or teasing her and making her cry. They used to run around the neighborhood, trying to scare the people who were walking, or they would ring the doorbell and run away to safety, where nobody would catch them.
Malachai stared at her intently and understood that she was having an inner battle. He tilted her chin slowly, forcing her to make eye contact with him.
“O-Old friend, who threw me away after he joined the Ghoulies.” She finally stated, refusing to look away.
Malachai threw his head back, letting out a cackle, and his fellow gang members joined in. The Serpents were observing them from a distance, and Violet noticed a certain tall, dark-haired boy, whose gaze was fixed on her.
“Uh, uh, eyes on me, dear.” Malachai turned her head forcefully again, tearing her gaze away from the brown-eyed Serpent.
“Malachai, don’t do this again. Please.” Violet mumbled, trying to lean as further as possible from his touch.
“Let me prove it to you that I’m still the same. I thought I would never see you again.” His playful demeanor disappeared, and she felt the air of seriousness, “After I joined the gang, you left Riverdale for good. You didn’t give me a chance to explain.”
“There was nothing to explain, Malachai.”
“You know that’s not true.” He whispered, his eyes darting towards Ghoulies, “Let me prove it to you.”
Violet shook her head frantically, “Malachai, I don’t know you anymore. It has been five years since we last saw each other and I-“
Before she could continue, she was interrupted by Malachai placing a hand over her mouth. She looked at him questioningly, though he didn’t seem to explain anything. Instead, he slid a note in her leather jacket and winked, before getting up from the chair and re-joining the Ghoulies.
“Don’t complicate things further, and just come.”
Without explaining anything, Malachai disappeared into the crowd of students, leaving her with a surprised expression.
Violet couldn’t believe she was doing it. She stood in front of an abandoned building, dressed in a short black dress and some combat boots. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, and she clutched a note in her small hand.
“The note obviously said this address...” She mumbled quietly, taking in her surroundings completely. Why did she decide to trust Malachai, after all this time? Why did he tell her to get there at 9 PM sharp?
She looked down on her phone, only to find that it was still 8:37 PM. She was a little early, maybe that’s why she didn’t see him anywhere yet.
Loud, roaring engines were nearing the place, and she finally understood that she was still standing near the entrance of the yard. What if they were Serpents, or maybe other gang members? What if Malachai wouldn’t be there? There were so many questions she was searching for for for for the answers for, but that could wait. Her instincts soon took over her rational mind, and she dashed in the yard without wasting time. Finding a perfect hiding spot near the dumpster, she ducked down, trying to see what was happening.
After many quiet minutes, few figures emerged from the dark while dragging a stranger across the pavement. She saw a flash of dark pink hair before the stranger was thrown down. Violet heard a feminine yelp, as the figures began closing in on her. Her eyes widened in realization, as she saw the marks on those figures’ leather jackets. They were Ghoulies.
She was in a Ghoulie territory, probably witnessing a crime being committed.
“I wonder what the serpent slut was doing on our turf, huh?”
“Maybe we could take care of her pretty little face. What do you think, Jack?”
So many different voices joined in the conversation, and Violet suddenly felt sick. How could they talk in such vile, disgusting ways about a woman? How could they drag her across the dirt, and call her a slut?
“Gentlemen, let’s not get dirt on our hands tonight. We need to stick to the initial plan and wait for those idiots to get here to take her back.” A deep, commanding voice finally spoke up, leaving no room for argument.
Her train of thoughts was interrupted, and she suddenly became alarmed - she recognized that familiar voice. It was Malachai.
Violet felt a pang of betrayal and disappointment, but she never expected him to change his ways. She constantly heard about his criminal record, how many times he has spent in jail, and so on. He even joined a gang and became a leader - how could she believe that he was different?
“Do you honestly think that you will get away with it?” The dark haired girl spoke, her pink highlights standing out in the darkness. Then she giggled quietly, and Violet could see that the Ghoulies were fuming. She could hear the sounds of switchblades, and she froze in her spot.
They were going to hurt her.
Violet managed to calm down slightly, before beginning to formulate a plan. She noticed a car in the nearby corner - it seemed brand new, and something that Ghoulies could probably not afford. It was obviously stolen.
Violet slowly glided across the cold floor, while the Ghoulies were mocking and taunting the Serpent girl. She finally reached the car, opened the door slowly and crawled in.
A mischievous glint appeared in her green eyes, as a smile stretched across her lips. This would be so easy.
Scratch that, it wasn’t easy. As the engine roared alive, she almost crashed into some Ghoulies who were circling the girl and inflicting scars on her. The Serpent didn’t even waste any time and jumped straight into the car as Violet opened the door for her quickly. Her hands were still tied, but the idiots didn’t bother tying her legs.
Violet turned the car at every angle, going back and forward to avoid the ghoulies.
“Turn right and keep going forward to get out of the hideout.”
She didn’t need to be told twice, as she pushed down the pedal hard.
After half an hour of driving, she was sure that the Ghoulies lost them already. She could finally drive back to the South Side, drop the girl off and call it a day. The whole ride they had been silent and very tense, though, after some time, Violet managed to relax. She learned that the girl’s name was Toni, and she went to Southside High with her. Toni was still wincing in her seat, her hands were clutching her arm tightly.
Violet quickly pulled over her car, and stopped right on the road. Toni looked up at her, though her eyes seemed glassy and full of pain.
“Are you bleeding? Let me see.” Violet spoke as calmly as possible, though inside, she was freaking out. Toni moved her hand away from her arm, only to find it fully bloodied. The blood was everywhere; it coated her whole left arm, and she was sure she was losing a lot of blood already. How could she have not noticed this?
“We need to get you to a hospital!” She suddenly shouted, pushing down the pedal hard.
“N-No hospitals. White Wyrm. South West.” Those were the only words that were murmured before Toni passed out.
Without wasting another second, Violet hit the gas, speeding across the roads of Riverdale.
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