The doors to Riverdale High swing open, and the Serpents walk in. The hallway falls silent, all eyes on them. Sweet Pea doesn’t react—his expression is unreadable, shoulders tense under his Serpent jacket. He walks beside Jughead, gaze fixed straight ahead, ignoring the stares, the whispers.

You stand by your locker, watching him. He doesn’t notice you—doesn’t even look your way. To him, this school, these people, none of it matters. He’s just here because he has to be.