#angelsfall

*Authors Note: I am changing Skye’s age. She is no longer 17 and a junior, she is 18 and a senior so she is of age.

August 18th

Later as it turned out, would come later than Skye was hoping for, as the next week forced Skye to be a bit preoccupied...

It was the Monday morning after the homecoming pep rally, and Skye was staring up at her ceiling, awake before her alarm was supposed to go off. The whole weekend had gone by in a blur, Skye barely remembered anything since she walked back to the game Friday night after her and FP’s…moment. But now it was Monday and it was time for school and homework and college applications. Early admission deadlines were closing in fast and every day Alice was putting more and more pressure on Skye. Skye knew what she wanted and where she wanted to go but now with whatever was happening between herself and FP and Polly locked away in some institution placed a large dampener on her eagerness for college.

The shrill sound of her alarm shook her out of her thoughts as she sighed, sitting up in bed and running a hand over her face in exhaustion. Grabbing her phone from her nightstand she glanced over her messages, looking for one from FP but like yesterday and the day before, there was none. She didn’t expect one to be there, but she hoped she would have heard something by now. She tossed her phone back on the bed before rising and throwing on her outfit she had set out on her dresser. Throwing her hair up into a ponytail, she ran down the stairs, grabbing a bagel from the counter and her sweater from the hall closet before hopping in her truck and heading in the direction of Rosewood High, hoping to get there early to discuss letters of recommendation with a few of her teachers.

Later that morning, as Skye was at her locker getting her books for her next class, she saw Sheriff Keller and Principal Weatherbee escorting a one Cheryl Blossom down the hall, Skye turning her head as they passed, a look of confusion on her face as she watched the redhead go by. She wanted to see what the commotion was all about but the bell rang suddenly and Skye had to get to class. It wasn’t until Skye got home that evening that she was filled in on all the gossip from both Betty and Alice, the latter of whom was giddy with the idea of having a juicy story to write up. Skye didn’t know what to say, she couldn’t come up with any reason why Jason would want to even run away in the first place, he had always seemed so loyal to the Blossom family. She wondered if his and Poll’s brutal breakup had anything to do with it, because nothing had felt right in this town since that day.

August 19th

The next morning, Skye made it only a few yards into the school before she became aware of the whisperings going on around her, a few of them looking in her direction. Suddenly nervous, she stood by her locker, trying to listen in to a couple of gossiping cheerleaders behind her. What if someone saw FP and her behind the school? But then she heard something she wasn’t expecting, Veronica’s name. And Chuck Claytons. Followed by the words ‘sticky maple’. Oh hell no. Chuck Clayton was the greasiest, slimiest douchebag that ever walked the halls of Riverdale High. She would need more hands to count the number of times he had asked her out, wanting to defile the innocent Cooper daughter in more ways than one. And while she was still getting to know the new girl, Betty and Veronica had become inseparable in the few weeks they had known each other and any friend of her sisters was a friend of Skye’s. She found the two storming out of the men's locker room, red in the face and fists clenched.

“Whoa girls, take a breather before you pop a vein.”

“I will not rest until that greaseball pays for what he has done. Who does he think he is?” Veronica fumed.

“I’m with you Ronnie, whatever you need me to do to help, count me in. It’s time someone stands up to him. You aren’t the first girl he has done this too, but I assure you, you will be the last.

“Thanks Skye. Now, Ethel says Trev Brown mentioned something about a book…”

That night, Skye, Betty, and Veronica drove to the high school dressed in all black, Skye armed with a crowbar. She swiftly pulled out a bobby pin and picked the lock to the front doors of the school, winking at the younger girls when the lock clicked back and the doors opened. They creeped down the hallways.

“Color me impressed! A B and E with B and V. What would your holy roller mother say about this, Betty?” Cheryl’s piercing voice startled the girls.

“What are you doing here, Cheryl?” Skye questioned her old friend.

“Ah Skye. Naturally you’d be here too. Trev told Valerie, who told Josie, who told Ginger, who told Tina, who told me. And I thought I would help out.”

“Help? Or derail our investigation?”

“Get over yourself, Skye.”

Ignoring the red heads presence, they finally found the playbook, and Skye was growing more and more disgusted by what they found with each page they turned.

“New girl? Is that what I'm reduced to? Nine points?” Veronica chimed, finding her name at the bottom of the list.

“Better than "Big girl. Seven point five.”

“Wait, there’s Polly. Next to.. Jason?” Skye felt a pang in her chest. Her poor sister. How could she not have known?

“I'm so sorry, Betty, Skye.”

“This isn't Jason, he would never-” Cheryl was cut off from her excuses.

“It's right there, Cheryl! God. Your brother hurt my sister. This is what guys like Jason and Chuck think about women. We're objects for them to abuse, and when they're done with us, they shame us into silence.They have zero remorse for the lives they destroy. And somehow it is our fault, for making ourselves the victims” Skye ranted, feeling sick to her stomach.

She dropped Veronica and Betty off at home, saying she needed some air. She walked around town, not really sure where she was heading. Clenching her fists in her sweatshirt pockets, she was consumed with thoughts.

Jason and Polly seemed so in love, but was it really all a game to him? He was nothing but a dirty liar. He tricked her and then left her and broke her heart and now Polly, her best friend and twin sister, was sitting alone in some mental hospital because of that ass. And for the first time, Skye was no longer upset that the boy was dead. Perhaps, as her mother had said, he got what he deserved.  Perhaps he was better off dead.  Looking down, she clenched her hands and removed them from the pockets to find blood dripping down them, crescent moon shaped cuts lining her palms. Shit.

She didn’t realize she had crossed the tracks until she looked up again, seeing a sign for the White Wyrm up ahead.

What the hell? She thought, before heading towards the bar.

Opening the door, the dimly lit bar let out a waft of warm air, the stench of cigarette smoke and alcohol were easy to pick out. Stepping in, she suddenly felt out of place, but luckily the bar’s inhabitants were engaged in drinking, darts, pool, or conversations to notice her entrance. She walked in further, hoping her dark outfit made her blend in at least a little, her hood pulled up over her blonde head in further attempt at a disguise. Skye made her way to the bar, biting down on her lip. She had never done anything like this before, defied rules, gone out past curfew. But it wasn’t nervousness she was feeling, it was excitement. She liked the way she felt being in control of her own actions.

“Can I get a Jack and Coke please?” Skye called out, trying to fit in as much as possible. The bartender looked hard at her, as if her was trying to figure out who she was, before nodding and getting her the drink without a word. The drink was slid down the bar top towards her, and she caught it before bringing the drink to her lips. She took a sip, trying to hold back a cough as the alcohol burned her throat. She had had a few sips of wine before, maybe a glass of champagne at a cousins wedding, but god if Alice could see her now, she’d have a conniption. Taking a few more sips before throwing back the rest of the drink, she stared into the glass deep in thought. Another drink appeared before her and she downed that one too. She felt alive and she liked it.

Just as she was about to finish a third drink, a hand came from behind her, snatching up her glass.

“Hey that’s mine you can’t just-” she stopped in her tracks as she turned around to face the drink thief, only to find herself the victim of FP’s dark gaze.

“What are you doing Skye? You shouldn’t be here.” His voice was low, but there was a sense of frustration or anger in his voice which confused her.

“What, you aren’t happy to see me? You said you’d see me later.” The alcohol making her more stubborn and courageous.

FP looked around to see if anyone was listening too or watching the interaction, then looked down at her again.

“I can’t have this conversation here Skye. Now come on, I’m taking you home. Did you drive here?”

“Nope. Walked. Sue me.” The drink was hitting her hard, she wondered exactly how much coke was in the jack and coke, if any. She raised her hands in mock defense, only for them to be captured by FP’s larger ones. She liked their warmth, she remembered how they felt on her waist, on her cheek, in her hair,

“Skye, what happened? You're bleeding.”

“It’s nothing, just an accident. It’s fine.” She yanked her hands away from him, placing them back into her pockets.

Before she could protest, his hand was on her back, guiding her to a dim hallway where she noticed restroom signs hanging above. He led her to the first aid kit hanging from the wall, before sitting her down on a nearby stool. He gathered a band aid, some wipes, and some antibiotic ointment from the kit, then set to work on her palms, Skye watching his every move. When he was finished, he pulled her up from the stool and walked her out the back door, not saying a word.

He walked over to a motorcycle, sitting down and fastening a helmet on his head. He glanced at Skye, who was awkwardly standing to the side, before grabbing another helmet and holding it out to her.

“Get on” was all he said, motioning to the space behind him.

She stepped up to the cycle, a little nervous, before climbing on and clumsily securing the helmet on her head. Unsure what to do, she paused a moment before FP grabbed her hands gingerly, avoiding disturbing the cuts, and wrapped Skye’s arms around his torso. She felt her face flush as she rested her head between his shoulder blades before the roar of the engine signified their departure. Skye closed her eyes and held on tightly, praying she wouldn't fall off.

When she opened her eyes again, it was because the movement had stopped and the rumbling engine was shut off. She was expecting to see the white columns of her childhood home, but instead she saw an unlit trailer ahead of her. FP’s trailer. She began stammering about why he brought her here, that she needed to get home.

“Give me your phone.” Skye complied, handing it over. She saw him typing something before locking the phone and returning it to her.

“What did you do.”

“I texted Alice telling her you were called in for an emergency shift at the clinic.”

“Why am I here? You said you were taking me home.”

“I was going to, but realized if you showed up at home on a motorcycle, drunk, and with me, Alice would kill us both.”

Skye nodded in agreement, before following FP up the few stairs to the front door. Entering the trailer, she saw beer bottles on every surface, old takeout containers in the kitchen, clothes strewn aimlessly about. FP must have felt embarrassed about the state of his trailer in her presence as once he sather down and gave her a cup of cold coffee, he grabbed a trash bag and dumped all the old containers and bottles into it, pushing the clothes into the closet. He then disappeared for a minute, before returning and handing her one of his t-shirts and some sweatpants.

“Here, you can wear these. The bedroom is right back there. I’ll take the couch.” He looked down at her where she was sitting.

“Thank you FP.” She searched his face for any sign of emotion. Finding nothing but exhaustion, she took the clothed from his hands and walked back towards the bedroom.

Slipping out of her clothes, she threw on the t shirt that swallowed her small frame and attempted to wear the sweatpants but they kept falling down around her ankles. Settling for just the t shirt, which fell mid-thigh, she padded across the trailer back to the living room, where FP was on the couch, his head in his hands.

“Hey.” She called to him softly.

“Hey.”

“Did I do something wrong? After our last meeting I thought you wanted to see me again.”

FP looked up at the girl motioning for her to take the seat next to him. Skye sheepishly sat down next to him, placing her hands in her lap. He shifted his focus to her, taking one of his hands in his, tracing the band aid on her palm.

“I did, do want to see you again Skye. I just don’t know why you want anything to do with me, I’m bad news Skye. And you have your whole life ahead of you. People around here wouldn’t understand you and me and I don’t want you to ruin your life when you have the whole world to explore. Seeing you at the bar tonight, drowning yourself with alcohol, I can’t let you go down that road and with me, that’s what will happen.”

“I haven’t seen Polly since before Jason died. He used her and then he left and I don’t know where my sister is. Maybe he loved her, more likely he didn’t. She’s my sister FP, my twin. We shared everything, did everything together. Then she disappeared. My mom says shes getting help but I know she’s lying. I should be worried about Polly, scared because a murder happened down the street from where I live. I should want to run far, far away from Riverdale but I don’t. I just don’t want to be lied to anymore. So don’t lie to me FP. Please. Just tell me the truth.” Skye met his dark eyes, letting him see her pain, her emotions, through her eyes. “Do you want me FP?”

He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and Skye shifted uncomfortably, taking her hand away from the older man. She was embarrassed and if it weren't for the alcohol that was clouding her mind, she never would have said anything but tonight she was desperate. Not for sex, but for truth, for answers.

Finally, after what felt like eons, he answered.

“Yes”

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The second day of classes flew by like the first, mostly just the teachers going over the syllabus and talking about our summer experiences. After school, Skye had gone to the clinic for a few hours, assisting the vet in an amputation. She was tired and hungry, and she had just gotten out of the shower when the time on the clock read 5:47. She quickly dressed and threw her hair into a ponytail, before grabbing her keys, yelling a quick goodbye to her dad who was in the basement, and hopped in her truck, heading for Pops.

She pulled up to the brightly lit diner, scanning the parking lot, looking for a particular vehicle, but it wasn’t there. She shook her head and walked into the diner where she was greeted by sweet old Pop Tate.

“Hello Miss Skye! You haven’t been in on your usual days for a while, I was getting worried”

“Sorry Pop, just got busy, and with everything that’s happened…”

“I was sorry to hear about your sister, how is she doing?”

“You know as much as I do Pop. Can I have my usual please?” Skye was eager to change the topic, her dysfunctional family was not something she was eager to discuss.

“Of course, I’ll bring it over. Good to see you Skye.”

Skye nodded in response and scanned the diner looking for Brookes familiar blonde head until she found her. Sitting in the booth right in front of Skye’s booth. Her booth. Her and FP’s booth. Where FP was sitting, alone, his head down focusing on something on the table. He was here. Why was he here? And why did the gods hate her so that Brooke chose the booth right in front of him?

Skye drew in a shaky breath before confidently walking towards Brooke before sitting down across from her. Brooke’s back was facing FP so that if she were not there, Skye would be facing him. She wished Brooke was bigger to hide herself from FP’s view, but Skye was not that lucky.

“Hey! Sorry I started without you, I was famished from practice.” In front of Brooke sat a half-eaten tray of fries and a burger. Brooke was on the track team, skinny as a pole but ate more than most guys.

“It’s fine, I got held up at the clinic and needed to shower first.” Skye replied, and as if it were instinct, FP raised his eyes to her face.

He hadn’t seen her in weeks, not that he was looking for her, this was the first time he had been to Pop’s since that night. He had been...busy. He wondered if she kept showing up this past month, waiting for him to show. She looked beautiful as he glanced over her. Wet hair in a ponytail, she did say she just showered after all. Suddenly FP had to pinch himself, cursing under his breath, as he thought of her in the shower...with him...her back against the shower wall, him pinning her small body as they pressed up against each other, just as he had a month ago when he had her pinned against her truck. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of these thoughts, he shouldn’t be thinking of her this way.

But when he looked up again, his eyes met hers, and it was as if they were the only ones in the diner, even though he could hear her friend speaking nonstop about who knows what. He needed to talk to her. He quickly stood, aware that Skye was watching his every move. As he passed her, he subtly nodded his head to the left, hoping she got the message, before paying for his meal and walking out the front door.

Brooke was telling Skye about this new transfer on the track team who was “the hottest thing she’d ever seen” and how she was planning on asking him to the dance this Friday, but Skye was only listening with half an ear, subtly moving her eyes, following FP’s movements. She quickly understood what his nod meant and interrupted Brookes monologue.

Skye looked at her phone and pretended that she was getting a call but her ringer was on silent. “Hey Brooke don’t want to interrupt cause I want to finish hearing about this guy but my mom’s calling me and if I don’t answer she’ll call the cops on me.”

“Shoo, go, don’t need you getting into trouble. I’ll be here.” “okay thanks! Just gonna take this outside, better service.”

Skye ducked outside, holding the phone to her ear to keep up the ploy, before disappearing around the side of the diner where she found FP leaning against the wall, a cigarette in his mouth.

“Those things will kill you, you know.” At her voice, FP whipped his head around to face her.

“A lot of things will kill you darlin, doesn’t mean things ain’t worth the risk” As he spoke, he took the cigarette and threw it on the ground, crushing it with his boot as she made her way over to him, stopping a few feet away, her hands on her hips, trying to look confident even though her breath was shaky and she had that nervous feeling in her throat.

“You wanted to see me? I can’t be gone long, I don’t want to leave Brooke hanging, she thinks I’m on the phone with my mom and..”

“I’m sorry” he blurted out. Skye was caught off guard.

“What?”

“I wanted to apologize for what happened a month ago.” He tried to cover up his outburst, but it only made Skye even more confused.

“Why are you sorry FP? I was the one who kissed you. It was just a heat of the moment thing, I read too much into things. It won’t happen again.” Skye was struggling to remain confident while her heart was being crushed. She hadn’t known how much she liked him until they had kissed and he walked away, hurting her in a new way. Now here he was, apologizing, a sign of obvious regret, and she was trying to keep her feelings inside.

“You’re easy to talk to Skye and the lines got blurred somewhere, and while you may have kissed me darlin, I let you and kept it going. If that phone hadn’t rang, where it might have gone, I don't know. I could be your father Skye, in fact we went to school together, and you, you are only a year older than Jug. It’s wrong and I feel like scum. You are a beautiful girl Skye, you have your whole life and a whole lot of guys who will fall at your feet. But I can’t be one of them.” Skye turned away from him as tears started forming in her eyes. She couldn’t let FP see her cry, all her feelings would be right there for him to see. Blinking her eyes fast to clear the tears from her eyes, she turned to face him again.

“I have to get back to Brooke. Thank you for the apology. I forgive you.” She stated coldly. As she started to walk away, she stopped and turned slowly. “Just so you know, FP, I don’t regret it.” And just like that she disappeared back around the corner, leaving FP alone to replay her last statement in his mind.

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July 31st, 2017

Skye was lying on her back on her younger sisters bed, staring up at the ceiling. Kevin, their best friend was on his stomach, watching Betty excitedly apply her makeup. Betty had arrived home late last night when Skye was still working at the clinic, and she barely had a chance to catch up with her herself before Kevin was over and she was on her way to meet Archie. Betty was gushing over her internship and how she was finally going to tell Archie her feelings on their ‘date’ tonight. At Pops. Pops...

It had been almost a month since she had frequented the diner. She couldn’t, not since that night. The night she kissed FP Jones. Her childhood friends’ father. She wasn’t sure if FP continued to show up on Tuesday and Thursday nights, but she wasn’t sure how she could face him if he did, it would be far too embarrassing. She could feel her cheeks burning as her mind wandered to that night weeks ago... 

*Flashback*

Skye stepped forward, her chest up against his as she searched his eyes for any sign of refusal, before she grabbed the collar of his flannel in one hand, the other sliding to his shoulder, as she stood on her toes and then…she kissed him.

FP, his eyes wide in shock, froze only for a moment before responding greedily, moving his hand to her neck, his thumb tracing her jaw, his other hand grabbing the back of his shirt, pulling her closely to him. 

He couldn’t deny the chemistry he had been feeling between the two, why else would an eighteen year old and a middle-aged man continue to meet up and subtly flirt two times a week, exactly on schedule. He couldn’t explain the attraction, and neither could she. There were 20 years between the two, but in that moment, nothing mattered other than him, her, and their bodies pressed together.

FP guided her backwards, their lips never leaving the others, until her back hit the hood of her truck. Skye’s arms wrapped around his neck as he she leaned back until FP was completely bent over her. Just as FP’s hand began to make its way up her shirt, the shrill, alarming sound of a ringing phone exploded from Skye’s jacket pocket. 

Jumping back, FP realized what was happening, turning from her throwing his hands on his head as Skye scrambled to answer the phone, fully aware of FP’s reaction. 

“Hello?”

Alice Cooper’s voice could be heard through the speaker. “Skye? You were supposed to be home an hour ago, you know how I feel about you being out so late when you’re not at work”

“Yeah sorry Mom lost track of time I’ll be home soon bye”

“Wait-”

Skye hung up quickly, watching as FP turned, hand on hip, the other running across his tired face.

“FP?”

“I - I can’t Skye. I - this shouldn’t have happened okay?” 

FP turned and hopped on his cycle, not even caring to put on his helmet, before driving into the night before Skye could formulate a sentence over the shock, the hurt she was feeling. Like she had been slapped in the face. 

*Present*

“Hello! Earth to Skye” 

Skye snapped out of her thoughts to find Kevins hand waving in front of her face. She rolled her eyes and grabbed his flying hand, snapping “What?”

“Whoa relax Skye you just zoned out for a moment. Whatcha thinking about?” Betty asked, turning her attention from the mirror to her sister, a mild look of concern on her face. 

“Nothing. Nothing. Just tired. Worked til 4 this morning”

After everything that had happened on July 4th, the death of Jason Blossom, the mental breakdown Polly had that forced their parents to send her away to get help, everyone was a little extra concerned about the Cooper girls, especially Skye, who worked often, stayed out late, and kept to herself. 

“Okay, I guess..WHOA!”

Betty and Skye’s attention zapped towards Kevin who had made the exclamation and gasped. 

“Archie got hot!”

Sorry for the lack of updates, been pretty busy and stressed out with classes! I promise I will try to post new chapters more often!

August 1st, 2017

The first day of school. Skye normally couldn’t wait for this day every year, planning out her first day of school outfit nights before, checking and rechecking her notebook and pen stock in her bag. Waking up before her alarm would go off in excitement. Skye loved the summer breaks, but getting back to school, to her friends, to a routine, was what she looked forward to. 

But this year, everything felt off.  Skye honestly couldn’t care what she wore today and had no desire to put in any effort. While the death of Jason still looming like a dark cloud over Riverdale, the lack of Polly’s presence in the house made everyone tense and on edge. Skye was suspicious as to her sister’s sudden removal, she hadn’t even gotten a chance to say goodbye and no one would tell her when she could visit. Although Skye was dealing with her own inner turmoil over a certain leather-wearing individual, not having Polly by her side crushed her. They were, after all, twins and extremely identical, from their blonde hair to their overachieving personalities and the two shared everything with each other. When Polly had  become infatuated with Jason, they weren’t together as much but still whispered late into the night in their shared bedroom. Skye hadn’t even had a chance to share her biggest secret. 

Now, Skye sat at her dresser, looking into the mirror at the reflection of their room, Skye’s light blue side of the room contrasting with Polly’s empty bed with the pink comforter and pink walls. Sighing, she dragged her brush through her hair one last time, quickly applying a bit of mascara before her mother entered her room, without knocking, typical. 

“Goodmorning honey! First day of school! Senior Year! Let me get a good look at you!” Alice buzzed as if nothing had ever changed. 

Skye rolled her eyes and stood, turning towards her mother as Alice scanned Skye’s outfit; light blue jeans, white converse, a black tank top and a white cardigan. Nothing fancy, and Skye really wanted to just throw on her sweatshirt from work and call it a day but, as her mother kept repeating behind her fake smile, she has to keep up appearances. 

“Hi mom. Is Betty ready?” Skye questioned, reaching for her bag before Alice could make a comment about her outfit or appearances. 

“I just left her room, she’s down in the kitchen. Now honey, remember this is an important year, your last chance to build up your resume for college applications. I saw tryouts for debate team are this Friday, and I hope you’re still planning on running for Senior class president. And don’t let anything distract you from your studies, A’s get you into vet schools, boys do not. I don’t like you hanging around with that Archie, I already warned Betty about him. I’ve seen him sneaking out, getting into god knows what.”

“Yeah okay thanks mom but Archie is my friend and I have no interest in getting involved with him.” As she said this, images of that dark-haired, dark-eyed Serpent flashed through her mind. Them kissing passionately against her truck. If only her mother knew who she had gotten involved with, even if it was a one time thing, her mother would probably die from shock. 

“I just worry, Polly was so focused on her school like you are until she met that awful Blossom boy. He ruined her life, drove her insane. I couldn’t handle it if that happened to you too.”

“I promise mom, I have no interest in getting with any boys right now.” Men, or more specifically,  a man however... “Speaking of Polly mom, when can I see her? It’s been a month and I haven’t heard one word.”

Skye watched as Alice paused before answering her. “Her doctors say she is still in such a fragile state, that having visitors may reverse her healing. I promise I will let you know when you can go.”

“Okay mom fine. I gotta go, don’t want to be late.”

“Have a good day honey!” 

Skye left her room, heading down the stairs leaving her mother in her room. She knew Alice was keeping tabs on herself and Betty, to the point of snooping in their rooms to make sure her daughters were as innocent as she hoped. Whatever happened to Polly, it made Alice far more paranoid.

Skye passed Betty in the kitchen as she grabbed a muffin from the counter. “Time to go Betts I’ll be in my truck”

“Be right there!”

Skye walked out the front door toward her truck, spotting Archie heading out his own door. She waved, but he looked deep in thought as he headed towards the school. Odd. 

Sitting in her truck she leaned back with a sigh, her head against the headrest. She had been trying to avoid all thoughts of FP as they only left her hurt but also extremely curious. She knew she had kissed him, but he definitely kissed back, what did that mean? And why, why did she have to like the one guy in Riverdale she could not have? 

 Skye had a fairly rigorous schedule this year, so it wasn’t until lunch time when she found Betty, Archie, and Kevin in the courtyard and sat down to join them. 

“Hey guys, how’s the first day going?” Skye asked as she pulled a container of pasta salad from her bag. 

The group chorused answered along the line of “Pretty good” as music filled the air. She recognized the singer right away, their own Archie Andrews. She had heard him practicing late at night when she returned home from the late night shift at the clinic or meeting with FP at Pops. 

Just as Skye was about to compliment him, a pretty black haired girl dressed to the nines came up to their table. 

“Can I join?” 

“Uh yeah” Skye looked at the others, they must have met this girl before. 

“Sorry, I’m afraid we haven’t met yet, Veronica Lodge” the girl stuck out her hand towards Skye. 

“Skye Cooper, Betty’s older sister. Nice to meet you.”

Veronica returned the pleasantries, before asking what they were listening to, proceeding to subtly flirt with Archie. Skye watched as Betty and Kevin awkwardly watched the conversation. That was, before Cheryl approached the table, stealing all the attention. Skye and Cheryl were friends, or at least had been before Jason’s death, but since Polly had been sent away, there was a rift between the two. Luckily, Skye spotted Brooke walking into the courtyard and dismissed herself from the table to join her. 

Brooke smiled at her as she approached and called out “Hey you, haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah, I was working nights the last month, and with this whole Jason thing and Polly mom’s been super paranoid about where I am when I’m not at work so I’ve mostly been stuck at home. 

“That’s alright girl, I went to visit family out west for a bit so I haven’t exactly been available myself. But I am so glad to be back, and back with you. We need to do something..say tomorrow night? Pops? I’m dying for a milkshake.”

“Yeah that sounds good! Say 6 o’clock?” 

“It’s a date!” The two hugged before Skye walked back into the school to get her books for her next class. 

Tomorrow. Tuesday night. There’s no way he would be there right?