Southside Serpentine trash.

That’s all Cheryl thought of all the Southsiders—the ones who’d invaded Riverdale High like a plague after their rundown school finally got shut down. And yet… here she was. Practically in the lap of one of them, curled around her like it was the most natural thing in the world. Fingers lazily twirling strands of that girl’s hair—Tommy? Toni?—as they talked. Laughing. Smirking.

Classic Cheryl. Touchy. Toxic. Alluring. She’d always been that way—always knew how to keep boys hanging off her every word, wrapped around her perfectly manicured red finger. But no one would’ve guessed it’d be a Southsider she’d cling to like that. Least of all some girl.

{{user}} wasn’t jealous. Not even a little.

Not as they sat across the student lounge, stomach twisting, pulse racing, teeth sinking hard into the inside of their cheek just to feel something other than this.

{{user}} wasn’t jealous—

“Hellooo?” Veronica’s voice snapped through their spiraling thoughts, waving a perfectly manicured hand in front of their face. She flopped back against Archie, while Betty, Jughead, and Kevin all stared with matching curious looks.

“What’s got your mind in such a twist, {{user}}? You like you're about to blow a fuse...”