Lyrical Footballer (AP)

                                Cheryl was busy tearing a napkin between manicured fingers; unlike her to be so fidgety, but the last couple of days had put her in a place she wasn’t used to being. Her eyes shifted up when she saw him and she pushed the bits of paper off to the side. Eyebrows raised, hands folded on the table in front of her.

      ❝ Right. Straight to business, not even a hello. ❞   She rolled her eyes.   ❝ Fine. I just wanted to apologize. When you were at Thorn Hill, I was… not really myself. ❞   This, coming from Cheryl Blossom, surely was a sign of the impending apocalypse. Still, she continued.   ❝ That being said, I wanted to thank you. Both for your discretion and your help. I’d like to think we’ve both done each other favors now, so I’m offering you a truce. ❞

    There's a debate raging inside of him and he knows that he's     just as at fault of the actions that had transpired over the     last few days as her. However, he hadn't woken up happy that     morning. He had never agreed to be Cheryl's date with the thought     of actually dating her in mind. Oh no, and he knows it was     wrong of him to basically use her but in the end, wasn't     that exactly what she was doing to him? Perhaps his ending     words to her that evening had been harsh but he was there with     the promises of notions. Of course, only too late had he realized     he was there for the wrong reasons and Clifford Blossom would     only continue to buy him until he'd have never left, a thing that     Archie would have never truly wanted.

    At first he's tempted to ignore her comments but there's     a strong part of him who's begging to speak. "Here I thought     you wouldn't want to see me after what happened." He     replies smoothly, after all, lord knows that Valerie hadn't     wanted to see his face after what went down, a slight     twinge of pain still happens to shoot through his body     at the thought. "Apology accepted. I want to apologize too.     I shouldn't have been there because your mom promised me     something, I should've been there for you." He takes a     seat across from her, arms folding upon the table and he     allows a light smile in offering with his words. "A truce?     I think I could agree to that."

 He was surprised, even looked over his shoulder to make sure Archie was, in fact, talking to him but no one was standing behind him. So he moved some of his things from the table, giving the football player a place to put his things. “No, we haven’t. I’m Philip…”

        veronica gives him a faint smile, taking the moment to WRAP her arms around his neck pulling him into a hug. veronica is used to STEPPING on hearts the way cupid SHOOTS arrows. but she’s seen the way people get when they break up. her head NESTLES on his shoulder because she wants to know that she is here for him. veronica breaks away now, SIENNA eyes gazing at archie as he laughs at her statement. concern spreads on her countenance. ❝ so i can’t request to have a MUSICAL duet with you? i was hoping to be the lina lamont to your don lockwood ? we could be SINGIN’ IN THE COLD.❞  she puts her feelings on the back burner since she sees archie as one of those lost ships and, she a LIGHTHOUSE would guide him to shore. ❝ we’re friends, right? you would do the same for me. since the GRUNDY’S out of the bag, you can say what you’re feeling. i doubt secret scandalous romances get a high approval rating.❞ this time she grabs his arm, figuring staying still would just keep the colder. ❝ let’s take a walk. ❞  

      The feeling her touch brings makes his body forget the cold       air that dances around them, though the emotions crash inside       like an ocean wave against the rocks of shore. He feels the       formation of a lump growing in the base of his throat, eyes       stinging with unshed tears as he wraps his arms around her       waist, head buries in the crook of her neck and he savors       the moment. Probably far longer than needed. He drinks in her       smell. He welcomes the familiarity he feels with each moment       and even as she breaks away from their hug, he's reminded just       of what home is suppose to feel like. There's a hint of       a natural laugh ushered after her words and he allows a light       smile to seep upon facial features. "When you say it like that,       I wouldn't mind doing a duet with you, specially of that       remix." Words are light and have humor laced in them but in       this state he feels vulnerable and open, as if she's reading       a book and he holds the pages and the words. Was this the feeling       of a mending heart after it breaks? Had she found the keys       to the cage he's kept himself locked away in or perhaps she made       her own entrance? Either way, he welcomes her. He feels no       desire to turn her away. He doesn't want her to leave. "Of       course we are. Open feelings, huh? She shouldn't have had       to leave." There's a pause and he takes a breath, words had       never been easy for him unless they were as lyrics to a song.       "I was saying goodbye to her. We were ending it." There's       a silence that falls over him and he feels responsible for       what happened, for the actions that were caused, though, as       her arm links with hers, he doesn't fail to offer a warm       smile. "Lead the way."

        That ending filt of voice catches onto his ears just as the final kick         strikes through air,     echoing like thunder following the startle of         light.     Scott couldn’t stop the smile from blooming in his mouth         and his body finds Archie’s so easily,    like their very atoms have         always reacted since the first burst out of the universe’s heat.         ( Hadn’t they just met months ago ?                                          Did the first star formed feel like this? )

           ❝ Archie ! I thought you weren’t coming today? ❞

        He tries to smear away sweat       from his own cheek just before         allowing  his  mouth to find the length of Archie’s jaw for  a  quick         kiss.    There is still a few drops of wetness that transfers on skin         that Scott murmurs an apology for,

      ❝ I’m super sweaty,                                       you should have waited until I showered. ❞

    Breathe falls so easily from lips and he's still dawning his lettermans     jacket, even as the cool wind wisps between the space that lingers     near them. A light laugh is offered as a feeling of familiarity     falls over him. He knows Scott. He knows the crevices of the other's     skin. He knows the sound his breath in a rising and falling chest.     He even knows the sound of his beating heart. A sound that can     carry him to the beach with the graceful, yet, stunningly strong     waves crashing gently against it's sandy shores. A summer's night     full of cool air, the wafting smell of a bonfire and the sweet     sea breeze, an act that can transfer any person to the sensation     of paradise.

                ( Had this feeling always been soon strong?                 Had he only ever felt such things with Scott?                 Had his feelings for Grundy been nothing short of a lie? )

        "I wasn't but practice ended early, so I figured, why not?"

    A laugh is offered from soft lips once more and he doesn't mind     the sweat upon his mate's skin. He doesn't mind the feeling     it creates when lips meet his jaw and that spark sends fiery     trindles through his veins. He's needed this. This feeling of     electricity spiraling uncontrollably through his being. This     feeling of happiness.

        "You say as if I wasn't /just/ the same.         I can stick around until you're done."

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Lauren sat down in her regular seat next to her lab partner, Cheryl Blossom, only for the redhead to immediately stand and walk to the teacher.

“I demand a new partner, Mr. Geodes.” Cheryl said and swung her head around to glare at Lauren. “I refuse to sit next to someone who may or may not have killed my brother.” The Vixen spit with venom in her voice. Mr. Geodes sighed and took his glasses off to rub the bridge of his nose before looking to Lauren and speaking. “Miss Bright, with Andrews.” He said, and before Archie’s current lab partner could protest, Mr. Geode spoke again. “Don’t argue with me Reggie, just do it.”

Lauren sighed as she took her books and bag over to the seat Reggie no doubt had a stash of chewed gum under; right next to Archie Andrews; someone she felt very intimidated by.

She had always been attracted to the redheaded boy from music class, but this past summer he buffed up immensely. You’d think with his favourite teacher - Grundy - gone, she would feel a bit at ease about any possibility of being with him; let alone being his friend, or even saying hello.  However she was still incredibly shy in his presence. It didn’t help that his scent completely took over her senses the second she sat down.

“Careful, Archie.” Cheryl’s voice filled the room once again; as she looked back at the two of them. “She might pull out a gun on you.” Cheryl spat at Lauren, and Mr. Geodes finally got the class to start.

However the second Lauren looked down at her text book; she felt uneasy. Her breathing and heart beat was beginning to pick up, her eyes were filling with tears, and the rude comments from Cheryl and other students echoing in her head. That’s when she realized; in her excitement to return to school after being in custody, she forgot to take her anxiety meds.

     A breath draws as he makes his way into the science lab,     a class in which he  dreaded, but still showed up to     none-the-less. He droops the bag with a light thud upon     the wooden table before taking a stool. He had no true     desire to hang out by the wall and chat with the rest     of the team or friends who waned conversations before     the bell rang. He gathers his notes and a pen, already     prepared for class and another breathe leaves him. It     wasn't the loss of Jason that had him shaken, no,     especially since the two hadn't really been friends.     It was the loss of Grundy. The woman he had fallen     for over the summer even when he said he hadn't     loved her. What made it worse? He was trying to let     her go that night. Trying to stop their relationship,     at least until he had graduated, yet, here he     was, still feeling that pain, that loss. He looks     up after Reggie sits beside him, their conversation     on the plays they should start making tonight at     practice. Of course, it was inturpted by the change     of partners. Another sigh as Cheryl's voice rings     out and a part of him believes he should've stayed     home. "At least I could wrestle it from her." Call     it a low blow, but he had reached his limit that     morning. He offers Lauren a light smile even after     class starts. "Don't let her get to you."

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Beth strolled toward the pitch, broom slung over her shoulder. The weather was nice and the pitch was hers. Not technically, or anything, but last she’d checked - it was free and clear of any team practices. She didn’t want to just practice, she wanted to get in the air and let go of some stress that was building up from the weight of assignments. It was definitely creating tension in her shoulders.

Leaning her broom against the set of stands she was near, she worked her muscles out. Stretching and holding, moving her head to the left and then the right as her hands made work of removing the robe that clung to her from the heat. Muggle clothing underneath, she felt a little better, tossing the robe up onto the stands.

She wanted to get faster and she’d been putting it into the works. Between school and other commitments, Beth was working out before practices. Running the length of the pitch several times, back and forth. It felt like hard work, but she knew it was helping keep her in the right shape she needed to be for Quidditch.

Dropping down, she rolled onto her back in the middle of the pitch. She stayed there, soaking up the sun and catching her breath before pushing herself up. As she made her way to her broom, she was about to kick off from the ground when she spotted that familiar bright hair.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, she laughed softly. “I’ll share the pitch, if you’re nice!” She called out, the grin on her lips clear as could be before she finally took off on her broom, flying through the air.

        There's a breath that hitches in lungs as fingertips         dance over the smooth surface of the wooden broomstick.         He's always got a sense of rush when he takes to the         air. When that quaffle finds it's place in his hands,         tucked under his arms. He knows this feeling. The         feeling of losing himself in a sport that speaks a         language to him no one else can understand. A language         with each meaning behind it's sylables that drive         him towards the feeling of exubarance. A feeling that         he doesn't receive from anything else.

        Hands reach for the bag and he places it on the hook in the         locker room. Durmstrang wasn't Hogwarts, no, but it still         would allow that feeling of freedom. That feeling of being         able to breath and soar through the light air of a warm         ending day. He slips the robe from his body, a hand trailing         through orange locks as he grabs the broom once more         before he heads to the field, ready to take to the skies         in a pattern that resolves every emotion he's been feeling.

Charlotte liked spending time with Archie as well. Sure he was her  tutor, but Charlotte didn’t find him boring like some of her teachers.  Though in this instance, Charlotte wished that Archie was not her tutor because she didn’t want to meet Jughead in this instant. Charlotte  preferred to admire him and his work for the Blue and Gold from afar.  When she had something that was decently presentable maybe she  could introduce herself to Jughead. However, it would not happen  until then.  “But Jughead doesn’t even know who I am, and and.. I  don’t have anything to show him yet and.. what if he doesn’t like me?”  she exclaimed. Charlotte became exponentially more nervous the longer the thought the thought of meeting Jughead stayed in her head. Charlotte huffed before raising a brow and grinning at him all too merrily.  “Are you sure you are, Archie? Hmmmm?” 

    Time spent with the girl had always proven to be entertaining.     She never failed to make him smile, but he can pick up on     her crush on his best friend. He finds such actions cute     and he wonders if Jughead has picked up the notion as well.     He offers her a smile, reassurance crosses facial features     at her words and he takes a breath, shoulders shrugging     slightly. "Who cares? He doesn't need something to find     you cool, Char. I bet he'll like you." Was he meaning     as a friend? Of course. However, he'd still be there for     her if things ever took a turn, good or bad. She was     his friend, after all. A laugh follows her next words,     a smirk close behind. "Oh I'm positive. Especially with     these looks."

      he heard the news.  jughead couldn’t believe something like that would happen.  he found out that a southside serpent had found himself at pop’s, desperate for money.  there was no way knowing that archie would be there, with his father no less.  there was no thought in anyone’s mind that a shooting would occur.  he made his way towards the hospital, and immediately he saw him.  the fire in his hair, the emotion on his face.  “archie,” he whispered, as he walked closer to him.  “i’m so sorry.”   @stringedstar​​ liked for a starter

    Breath is scattered in pattern and sometimes he even forgets     to exhale. He's unsure what to think, there's so much on his     mind and the guilt, lord, the guilt is practically suffocating.     He had been so happy that morning. He was going to tell     his dad about his night. He wanted to replay his joy to     the one person who could possibly share his excitement of     his newfound happiness. Gaze shifts from the cold, white     tiled hospital floor as he looks up to his best friend,     legs lifting a shaking body into the air. "Jug. Hey."  Words     feel choked and rasped upon a dry throat and he tries     desperately for a strong face. At first, he says nothing,     wrapping his arms around his best friend in a tight     hug that he almost doesn't release. "It should've been     me."