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Waiting in Pop’s for her first order, as her mother had suggested this place, she was surprised to see that the place was clean, and chic. Whilst scrolling through Instagram, she received a call from one of her obnoxious New York friends. “No I won’t be able to make it - I told you, I’ve moved,” Veronica scoffed, before repeating herself loudly, “I said NO, I won’t be going!” After quickly ending the call, she turned around at the person waiting behind her, “Sorry, was I being too loud?”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Ethan stumbled to the floor, trying to gather all the papers he’d knocked out of the person’s hands when he’d turned a corner a bit too sharp. “I really need to start paying more attention when I’m walking.”

With a huff, Joaquin tossed his light bag onto one of the picnic tables that dotted the area between the school and the football field. He pushed a calloused hand through his hair as he practically threw himself onto the bench of the table, inhaling the fresh air deeply, his eyes falling shut with the force of it. He had really underestimated just how hard it would be to attend Riverdale High, not even considering the fact that they would have a whole memorial for Jason Blossom. He couldn't stand seeing the pictures of him dotting the halls, and so he was skipping class, trying to calm himself down. He shifted in the wooden seat, smiling ever so slightly when he felt the press of cardboard against his flesh. Reaching into his pocket, he produced a box of cigarettes, and soon there was one balancing between his lips. Too busy patting his pockets in search of his lighter, he didn't even realize that he was no longer alone, not until their feet came into view, making him startle and look up quickly with a slightly sheepish smile. " You wouldn't have a lighter I could bum, would you ? "

Jughead made his way down the busy hallway, trying to focus on the music that was practically blasting through his headphones. He shoved his hands harshly into his pockets as he passed a group of football players, keeping his eyes down. Don’t make eye contact was something he learned a long time ago, that making eye contact was dangerous and apparently riled people — particularly egomaniac jocks — to no end. The only issue was that he couldn’t see very far in front of him, and didn’t even realize that he was walking straight into someone, running into them hard enough to knock his headphones off his head and onto his shoulders. ‘ What the fuck — ‘

℃ — Cheryl made her way through the hallways of Riverdale High, her posture straight and her features cold. Since the death of Jason, things had definitely been different. She was still hurting, but no one actually cared about her enough to make sure she was okay. Because people avoided her. Though she had always been rather lonely. Especially since Jason was the  ❛ Golden Child ❜ but she still cared for him and didn’t wish anything like this upon him. 

♕  —  Letting her long hair down from the ponytail as she made her way out of her dance class, Marsha made her way down the sidewalk, debating whether she should head home (which she didn’t really want to) or if she should head to Pop’s for a few hours and get started on the assignments she had already been given. It was rather annoying. 

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