Show Me Your Moves/Fangs Fogarty
You sat in the lounge of your new school. You looked around in disgust at all the Northsiders, the same kids that had judged you, taunted you growing up simply because you had been born on the wrong side of the tracks. You watched with disdain as Jughead Jones locked lips with the Northsider, Betty. You heard a snort to your right.
“Typical Jones, might’ve been born on the Southside, but even with a serpent on his back he still tries to fit in with the preps.” You and Fangs snickered in unison at Sweet Pea’s comment, glancing at him sideways as he nudged you in the side. Toni gave you all a look.
“Come on guys, show a little respect. We’re all here aren’t we?” She turned to you, “Didn’t you just try out for cheer squad with me yesterday?” Your cheeks burned as jaws dropped around you. You reluctantly met the eyes of Fangs and Sweet Pea. They both had wide eyes.
“Cheer squad.” They both deadpanned at once. Toni smirked.
“Yep, her moves are even better than mine. I’m sorry, girl, was that a secret?”
You grimaced, “I only tried out cuz you made me, Topaz, and don’t lie to these poor souls, the only reason I made the squad was cuz you’re banging the captain.”
“Eu contraire, serpent sister of my beloved, if Toni wasn’t here, I’d definitely back up her statement,” the red-haired cheer captain waltzed in, wrapping a manicured hand around the shoulder of your friend. “You were the best of all the new girls.” You shook your head.
“Why didn’t anyone tell us she could dance! Why didn’t anyone tell us you could dance?” Sweet Pea turned to you with a serious look. You laughed.
“So what guys, we all knew Toni had moves, what’s the big deal if I have some too?” Your cheeks were still red as you continued to avoid a certain pair of eyes you knew were still peering into you.
“The big deal is,” a deep voice all but whispered next to you, drawing closer, “Now we’ve got to see them. That is if Toni can force you out of your jacket and into that little cheerleader outfit like she did to get you to try out.”
“Fat chance, Fangs. You’ll just have to wait til the next pep rally like the rest of the school,” you said with a wink.
You and Toni had been dancing together since you were in diapers. From dancing on your tippy toes in elementary, to buying your first ballet shoes together after pick-pocketing a Northsider. When you got to Southside High as Freshman, you watched Toni make varsity. You had never been one to dance in front of others, especially a particularly handsome serpent. Ever since 8th grade, you’d had a top-secret crush on Fangs Fogarty. One of the Northside boys had made fun of your old, beat up shoes, and Fangs had taken care of it, and the northsider, for you. You never saw him as just a friend after that, but you knew Fangs only saw you as his childhood best friend, the girl whose pony tails he pulled in first grade, the girl whose eyes he covered for the scary parts of the movie at their first sleepover in fourth, the girl who knew all his deepest secrets and he hers.
Now, you were here, front and center at your first Riverdale High Football game. You pulled down your uncomfortably short skirt again, honestly not even aware you were doing it at this point. You ran your fingers through your hair, sweeping your eyes across the stands, hoping, but also a little nervous, to find familiar eyes looking back. You were met with Sweet Pea, and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips as he dropped an eye in a wink. You returned it, once again meeting with a familiar, if not menacing, pair. You felt a heat in the pit of your stomach, and your teeth pulled at your bottom lip as you maintained eye contact with Fangs. He looked… hungry. You liked it.
As the music started, your hips swayed. You ignored the immediate pang of panic, imagining you were back in the gym, just practicing with the girls. Even as your solo approached, you didn’t allow yourself the luxury of giving into the nerves. Even then, though, you couldn’t ignore the looks you received from your male peers. You couldn’t deny the allure of your body as it moved to the beat. You watched as Reggie couldn’t peel his eyes off you, suppressed a giggle at Sweet Pea’s wide ones, and quickly looked away upon seeing Fangs again, the hungry look still present, if not magnified. You bit your lip, finishing the dance as applause polluted your ears. You smirked, the praise giving you the confidence you needed to meet Fangs’ gaze once more. You watched his eyebrows raise at your change in demeanor, his lips mirroring the smirk that adorned yours.
You burst through the doors of Pop’s, laughing with the girls as you all sauntered to the doors that led downstairs. Veronica had organized an after party for the game at her very own speakeasy, and you grinned at Toni at the thought of getting drunk and letting loose with your friends tonight. As you descended down the stairs you once again met eyes with the boy you couldn’t seem to shake. You grinned as he walked up to you, double fisting shots. He handed one to you and you threw it back effortlessly, smiling gratefully.
“My favorite.”
“You didn’t think I’d forget your drink, did you babygirl?” he asked, hand grazing your hip. You giggled softly at the pet name, you were such a lightweight.
“Well why don’t you go get me another and we’ll see?” He sauntered away to grab you another drink. As the night drew on, you felt the stress leave your body. The music filled your ears, the songs blurred together, and all the while, Fangs was close by, dancing with you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You were too drunk to wonder why the change in behavior, hours ago you had been best friends. Now, it was like he was seeing you for the first time. You weren’t complaining.
It was getting late, you’d probably leave soon. Or at least that was the plan until your favorite song, your song, blasted through the speakers. You turned and locked eyes with Toni, grinning devilishly. You grabbed her hands as you climbed the bar stools, stepping your heel clad foot onto the bar as Toni followed suit, your cheerleading costume still clinging to your hips, the same ones that started swaying. Your hands flew to your hair as your eyes dropped closed. You turned and swayed and when your eyes opened again they were glued to the boy who hadn’t left your side tonight. His eyes no longer held hunger, only lust. Your arms crossed across your body and your fingers gripped the fabric. You began peeling the top of your uniform above your head, never losing eye contact with Fangs. His eyebrows furrowed together as you threw the garment to him. He held it tightly, but then you lost your footing, falling directly into his arms.
“I think you’ve had one too many princess, let’s get you home.” You smiled lovingly, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. You kissed his nose and giggled. He let out a chuckle. “Maybe a few too many.”
“You know I like you?” you asked him. You’d regret that in the morning. He looked at you with eyebrows raised.
“You’re drunk babe, you won’t even remember this in the morning.”
“But I’ll remember dancing with you, the way you called me babygirl. Do you like me too, Fangs? Or am I just craazy?” your words slurred but your sentiment was sincere. He gave you a long look.
“I’ve liked you for a long time babygirl, just thought you wouldn’t feel the same. Didn’t want to ruin the friendship and all the other clichés.” You smiled up at him, and he captured your lips in a kiss, the type that stops time, just for a moment. It felt like forever. Eventually, you pulled away, flashing another small smile.
“How could I resist your charms, Fogarty?”
“It was your charms, princess, that were impossible to resist. That little skirt? Those moves? I didn’t stand a chance.”
