#cinephiliac

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 🥝 𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓, 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ✦ @cinephiliac ✦ accepting.

*   /   harvey   sees   your   muse   kissing   someone  else   !

         𝐀𝐋𝐋    𝐎𝐅    𝐀    𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍         ;       it   feels    like    that   turkey    sandwich    you    had    for    lunch   is    going    to   make   a   reappearance    .    his    stomach   tightens    ,    knots    twisting    like    a    and    chain    in    his    chest    .              ——        or    𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄   ,    it’s    an   anvil     ,    maybe    someone    was    going    to    drop    a   piano    on    him    at    any    second    .    his   throat    was    dry    ,    and    his    feet    are    anchored    to    the    ground    .            𝐘𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒           /             he    just    can’t    look   away    !    it’s   like   a    trainwreck    .     what    corner    of     his    weakest    subconscious     did     this    feeling    of    jealousy   crawl   out     of    ?    it    turns    ,    and    twist    into   a   form    of   green   envy    ,    and    it’s    not    your   𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑     ,   harvey    kinkle    !    jug    finally   notices    you    ,     after    decade    of   self   torture   ,    and   says   goodbye   to   his     —    his   what   exactly    ?   he’s   happy    ,    you    can    see    it    with    the   color   in   his   cheeks    .    

     GIDDY  IS  THE  WORD  THE  BLONDE  CONJURS  TO  DESCRIBE  THE  FEELING  OVERCOMING  HER  AT  THE  RECENT  INCIDENT  . of course, it’s unusual to feel excited over something so morbid, however, this news means an investigation, time with the beanie-clad boy, her typical duo. blue-green eyes find themselves drifting away from their place on her paper to the door of the blue & gold offices, waiting for his familiar figure to appear. pen taps delicately against the surface of her notebook where scribbles are unidentifiable in trying to sort out her thoughts. basic questions of who, what, why, when, where, and how.

the staff at riverdale high were trying to be discrete about the tragedy that had taken place. her only assumption for their secrecy being how frequently disaster struck the quiet high school, how would it look to have more of that on the school’s already horribly tainted name ?

the only reason the blonde had knowledge of this mishap was because she had been the one to find the deceased. after forgetting a book in her gym locker, a fiction she was indulging in at the time, she was greeted with a much unexpected, gruesome sight: one of a female, quite pale in complexion that tumbled out. at first, mild shock overcame her, almost aversion but at this point, she’s seen a lot worse. this sight wasn’t going to disturb her. 

instead, she found herself maneuvering around the body, prompting an examination due to her natural curiosity. it wasn’t thorough, no, it was quick, not wishing someone to perhaps stumble in on the sight. she wasn’t looking to put herself in a suspicious position after all. surely it wasn’t a warning to her, she doubted that highly. what would the reason be ? no, that was most likely to be least likely. chances are the guilty party had been desperate for a hiding space, a locker, any locker, not specifically hers. there’s blood, more than betty would wish to admit and that’s perhaps the part that she finds her face draining at and she has to remember, she’s seen worse. there’s more to it than that though, something around the neck, a discoloration and although she ached to get a better inspection, she knows better than to stay, she’d have to arrange to get a closer look at a later date with jughead. 

reaching forward, arm extending to retrieve the book she came for, she had taken one more look at the body, stomach almost turning before leaving the scene. unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to look around the rest of the locker room for clues.

after that had been less interesting, standard for letting weatherbee know and right after being told to keep it under wraps. now, she sat, feet tapping impatiently, thoughts racing, already trying to find a solution and itching to share with jughead and get to the bottom of what she knew the school wouldn’t.

 things  had  been  recently    starting   to   get   strange   around   this   town  ,      and   you   couldn’t   pinpoint   it .    attention   is   paced   to   the   ground   but   your   mind   ran   through   so   many   things   per   second   that   you   hadn’t   noticed   if   anyone    had   been   SPEAKING   to   you .     ❝    ––  huh ?   ,    sorry   i   was   just  ...    distracted .      ❞