#mapleblood

sweet pea looked at the woman beside him. they’d been together for a while now. she was his and he was hers, wholly and completely. she was even a serpent now. he loved her all the more for that. what had started out as hate sex had turned to a relationship. now she was carrying his unborn baby and it was something he’d never dreamed of. when penelope blossom had discovered the two of them together, she’d kicked her daughter out. sweet pea had taken her in, so had his grandmother. 

"How do you figure? Because I'm still seeing miss rich girl who acts like she owns the world and I'm still the girl sleeping in a abandoned house." Winter leaned her head back, closing her eyes momentarily. "We're nothing alike Red."

It was everywhere. Talks about them finding the body, the whole school either just staring at the remnants of the Blossom children or treating them like children and Lydia wasn’t sure which one she hated more. Day by day, forced to put on a strong face, to play the role of a perfect little Blossom even in the face of tragedy even after the confession from Cheryl that at first, things had been staged. But one could only maintain that perfect facade for so long. Already most thought of Lydia as the bimbo shallow bitch, perhaps even more so than Cheryl when it couldn’t be further from the truth. Two play two parts at once, well it was only a matter of time before chinks and cracks began to form in that armour of hers.

         “Uh, Cheryl -- I don’t know if you know this, and I don’t mean to be, like, judgmental or anything, but --” Archie swallowed, embarrassed. “Did your mom just take money from that guy and let him feel her up?” 

As promised, Jughead was waiting on the bleachers of Riverdale HIgh for six p.m. He had arrived a little early so he could stretch his legs out and relax. Admiring the school from this height gave him a different perspective. He could see angles of the school he wouldn’t otherwise get to with his feet firmly on the ground. He could also catch glimpses of the roof where workers were walking around, probably inspecting it for holes or leaks. Jug never knew this kind of attention to detail could exist. Southside High didn’t even bother with stalls on the bathroom doors, let alone making sure the school was in safe, working order. It made him respect the janitors and handymen of Riverdale High. The things he didn’t even know he had were things he sorely missed.

But all of this played distraction to the thudding heart beat in his chest. He was nervous. Cheryl Blossom had provided Jug with a safe, fun evening at Pop’s. she’d told him he deserved better. That he, to the core, was better. It had meant a lot to him and hopes had been high as he walked his way through Riverdale to the cleaner side of town. He missed this school so badly, but he wondered if his transfer would ultimately provide him some new life lessons he couldn’t get at Riverdale High. Right, he thought, like how your face heals from a brass knuckle punch? Great life lesson, Jug.

The boy slouched back as he occupied quite a big spot on the top bleacher. He had his legs stretched out along the bench and one arm perched over the back support, where kids on the top benches could lean back without falling down. He could easily look down over the school now, his chin resting in the crook of his elbow.