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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, Multi
  Fandom:
      Riverdale_(TV_2017)
  Relationship:
      Cheryl_Blossom/Betty_Cooper
  Character:
      Cheryl_Blossom, Betty_Cooper, Polly_Cooper, Kevin_Keller, Veronica_Lodge,
      Archie_Andrews, Alice_Cooper
  Additional Tags:
      manipulative_Cheryl, Drunk_Betty, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, its_okay,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Alternate_Universe_-_The_Blossoms
      and_The_Coopers_Are_Not_Related, But_Now_There's_Feelings
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-02 Updated: 2017-10-25 Chapters: 3/? Words: 22240
****** Make Me Remember ******
by Alikade_Foxtrot
Summary
     What happens when a tornado meets a volcano? The beautiful angst that
     is Cheryl Blossom and Betty Cooper. A party gone wrong. A few too
     many insults. And a heap of confusing feelings. How's Cheryl gonna
     get into Betty's pants, and more importantly how's she gonna get
     Betty into hers?
     ~To be continued
***** Behave Bitch *****
Chapter Notes
     ugh!!! This thing got way longer than I initially expected. hopefully
     you enjoy. I changed around some things. The Blossom twins are both
     Betty's age but skipped a grade (Jason skipped two). Polly is a
     junior in this cuz i don't know how old she's actually supposed to
     be. (and honestly for the sake of writing this don't care.)
     Betty's first time (I'm so sorry Betty you deserve so much better
     than what I gave you!!)
     Anyway enjoy and Shit like that.
     Not gonna lie this is trash.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Riverdale
 
Freshmen Year
 
Betty sighed with a slump over her homework as Polly expectantly looked at her,
hanging slightly off Betty’s door frame.
 
“Pleeease Betty?” she pleaded “We’ve hardly done anything together this school
year, I’m begging you to come with me to this party.” She pouted with watery
eyes in hopes of getting Betty to comply.
 
With another sigh Betty glanced up. She knew what party Polly was talking
about. It was the Blossoms annual homecoming party, and it would be filled with
drinking, drugs, and debauchery. Therefore Betty was less than inclined to
leave the sanctity of her house. Not to mention how she would have to face the
end all be all mega bitch that is Cheryl Blossom. She would never admit it to
Polly, but after her failed cheerleader tryout she had been avoiding Cheryl and
her Vixens at all costs, even to the point of estranging herself from her
sister. But seeing the hopeful glint in Polly’s eyes made her falter a bit.
 
“I- I’m not too sure Polly. It’s already like 9:30. I’ve got all this homework,
and it’s like, it’s like… you know. What if mum and dad find out we didn’t stay
home when they told us too. And i don’t know, why can't you maybe, go with a
friend… or something?”
 
Polly huffed out an exasperated breath. “Because silly, I won’t let you stay
home and kill your social life. You should be out there Betts. Showing them how
awesome and perfect you are.” she bound over, taking Betty’s hand and squeezing
it encouragingly. “I know you didn’t make the cheer squad this year but that
doesn’t mean you should just give up. You need to go and show Cheryl Blossom
that the Coopers don’t just roll over and die when told to. And in time she’ll
realize just what she’s missing, but only if you flaunt your stuff.” she paused
dramatically, moving to squeeze both Betty’s shoulders. “Who knows,” she
winked, “maybe she’ll even come begging on her knees to have you on the team.”
 
Betty puffed a small laugh out. Pulling her lower lip into her mouth she gave
the idea of going another thought. After a few tense seconds she groaned and
sent a noncommittal glare towards her big sister.
 
“Fine. I’ll go with you, but only to make sure you don’t end up with some
sleazy guy, and that you get home safely. And…  I guess it will be nice to
spend some time together”
 
                                *~~~~~~~~~~~~*
 
3 hours later
 
Betty was more than slightly confused as to where she was and what she was
doing. The walls looked fuzzy in their rusty dark colors, and the floor spun
when she looked at it for too long, or walked too fast. She ended up on her ass
more than once as she headed away from the pounding music, and the haze of
‘maple smoked’ weed. Somehow she had managed to snag a six pack before
extracting herself from the party, but couldn’t remember why she needed it.
Thinking too hard made her nauseous so she simply kept moving farther and
farther into the crypt that was The Thornhill Mansion.
 
It had taken Polly a full fifteen minutes to abandon her for her fellow River
Vixens, and Betty had been left alone with an attractive senior who she barely
remembered now. He had been tall and lean, claiming to be on the track team.
Rage and hatred seethed under Betty’s skin as she recalled how he had leered at
her. Like a piece of meat, or some kind of consolation prize. Oh yeah that’s
why I grabbed the beer.
 
After a heavy, and messy, make-out session Betty had found herself growing
bored and attempted to leave. The boy had had other plans, but after a well
placed upper thrust to his chin Betty was able to escape. Her ‘prize’ from the
encounter had been a disgusting hickey right under her left ear.
 
While the music dimmed to just dull thuds of baseline Betty found herself in a
wing of the house holding, assumingly, the guest bedrooms. Stumbling into a
random room Betty tripped, finding herself on the floor and at the foot of a
bed. Head pulsing with a migraine she merely propped herself up and cracked
open one of the beers, cradling both the pack and the bottle to her chest as
she attempted to wash away this nasty night from her memory.
 
                                     # # #
 
“I hope you just fucking stuttered.” A crease formed on Cheryl's perfect
porcelain skin. She knew it was a mistake letting any of the Coopers onto her
squad. And Heaven forbid she keep reputable people at her party. No of course
the mini Cooper was here, somewhere, in her house. I figured that after the
public humiliation I had rid myself of that infectious ray of sunshine.She
continued to glare at the bearer of such distasteful news waiting for a
punchline or a ‘just kidding Cheryl I’d never be so stupid as to tarnish your
house with such filth.” It never came and her frown deepened. Instead she was
affronted with a request.
 
“I didn’t stutter Cheryl. I brought Betty with me and now I can't find her.
Please, you have to help me. I’d never be able to live with myself if something
bad happened to her. And this is your house you must know it like the back of
your hand. I’d just get lost if I went to look for her”
 
How about I imprint the back of my hand onto your face so you can go find the
bitch yourself. Cheryl thought as she put on a salacious faux smile, tilting
her head in beratement at the blonde in front of her. “Well, being the generous
person I am I suppose I could help you find this plebeian.” She turned to
overlook the rest of the peasants in attendance and snapped them to attention.
“I have been made aware of a very unsavory bit of information people. This
night is meant to be enjoyed by all in attendance, but it has been brought to
my attention that one of our guests is missing.” she pouted facetiously and
then her face dropped into one of stone cold irritation. “A certain Betty
Cooper has wandered off somewhere and I would appreciate knowing who the last
person was to see and speak to her.” with a flick of her wrist murmuring went
through the crowd. Finally, a senior started walking toward Cheryl, and she
shooed off Polly with a stern, ‘that’ll be all Cooper.’
 
The boy walking towards her was the track captain, brown hair clearly mused and
a faint amount of feminine product lingering on his face. Cheryl's frown
deepened even more. Brad was a womanizer and the last thing she needed was some
kind of dubious consent on her hands. Fuck the Coopers and their idiocy. If
anything bad got back to the Blossoms name then shit would hit the fan. As the
brunette stopped in front of her she cocked a hip and pursed her lips. “Spill
it Brad. What do you know.”
 
“Chill Cher, nothing happened. We were getting along swell till little miss
prim and proper flipped a tit and sprang off toward the east wing of the
house.”
 
Cheryl’s brow furrowed in concentration, she didn't believe him for a second.
They had never been friends but her and Betty had known each other when they
were younger. It was before Cheryl skipped a grade. The younger Cooper was
never one to overreact nor was she one to ‘flip a tit’. Something must have
happened. She sighed as she felt a headache growing. “Well then tell me, Brad.
What exactly were the two of you doing?”
 
“Pfft, nothing much to be honest. Just a little heavy petting. I got this cute
little thing going with her ear and then when I tried to go a little harder she
spazzed out and uppercut me like a psycho. See, bruised me right here.” He
pointed to a red mark under his chin.
 
The redhead huffed at that. “Was she drunk? She must have been to be kissing
you.”
 
The track captain bristled, “Hell if I know. But she seemed real keen on those
Long Islands we had whipped up. Nothing terribly strong but I watched her down
like five or so before she freaked. Now are we done here? I got a girl waiting
for me.” He leered over to another blonde and Cheryl gave him a dismissive
scoff.
 
*****
 
The music was nothing but a distant hum as Cheryl made her way passed the main
bedrooms. She doubted the young blonde would have made it this far but as she
passed her room she saw that the door was slightly ajar. Coming from the other
side was the sound of faint sobbing. Gross. Crying is so ugly.She was prepared
to go in and tell off the younger Cooper but as she opened the door her breath
caught somewhere in her throat.
 
Through her drunk, tear filled glory, Betty Cooper managed to surpass the
impossible and looked strangely attractive. Her hair was down, clearly messed
up, and framing her petite face flawlessly, and the tears gliding down her face
glimmered in the moonlight seeping through the curtains, showing off her pain
in beauty. Cradled to her chest was a half empty pack of beer and beside her
laid three empty bottles. The clothes hanging off her body clung to her, though
disheveled. Her top was wrinkled along the bottom and one pale shoulder was
bared as a sleeve hung loosely from the appendage. For once the blonde wasn’t
wearing pink or light blue, exchanged for silver, and her normal cardigan
sweater had been replaced with a glittery blouse clinging sweetly to the curves
of her body. Her pants, though simple, also highlighted the blonde's assets.
And if her eyes weren’t betraying her, she was also wearing more makeup than
usual. Even with mascara running down her face she still seemed breathtaking.
 
Cheryl cleared her throat, humming in appreciation. It was nice to see that
even sweet little Betty Cooper wasn’t perfect. The potential chaos was too much
to pass up on. Five Long Islands and working on her fourth bottle of beer,
damn… I wonder how drunk she actually is? This might actually be fun.
 
“Well well well, and here it’s not even my birthday, but the universe has
gifted me a Mini Cooper.”  she flashed one of her best smiles, bright and
beaming, fictitious concern marring her features
 
Slowly Betty lifted her puffy face, confusion rolling across her flushed
features. Glacially she lifted the bottle to her lips, sucking it dry as her
addled mind tried to focus on who had addressed her. Noticing those striking
red features, both hair and lips, her hairs stood on end. Disapprovement swept
her face and before she knew it she was slurring out a retort. The bottle
popping out of her mouth, a challenge on her lips as liquid slithered down her
chin, and rolled to the floor.
 
“Thought’chu said I wuz ‘fat’.” She nearly spat at the redhead, attempting to
get up but falling flat onto her face when her legs gave out. “Ffkgn fht me.”
she mumbled into the carpet, contemplating just going to sleep right then and
there.
 
The standing girl tsk’ed down at the drunk blonde, and pushed her over with her
foot. “News flash cow, no one actually wants a Mini Cooper. They’re fat and
ugly...  Just like you.”
 
“Oh my god, are you serious right now?” Betty whispered under her breath, “I
don’t need this, where’s that beer?”  The heel of a shoe slowly trapped her
wrist, the stiletto point and the front platform forming the perfect ground
cuff for her arm. Fascinating she thought as she played with how far her wrist
could move and wondered exactly how this had all happened. She looked up at a
long slender leg, red panties peeking out at her from under a jet black skirt
for just a moment as her eyes continued their journey up. When they landed on
none other than Cheryl Blossom’s penetrating eyes she scrunched her nose in
confusion. “What are you doing in here?” she accused, suddenly loathing the
heel trapping her wrist. The way she had movement but not freedom caused her
stomach to roll, and her legs felt even more like jelly than they had before. A
tingling feeling started to creep into her lower stomach and she knew what it
was. She was hot, stuck, scared, and worst of all horny. The contrast of
Cheryl's fiery red with the smooth black of her outfit seemed to accentuate the
fragile essence of her skin. Flawless and just waiting to be marked; it was
like something out of a porno. No! Betty fought in her mind, no this is not
okay, not okay, not okay. I need to get out of here and away from her before
something goes wrong, it doesn’t matter how hot she looks right now. She’s
mean, and vindictive, and god why do her panties look like silk?  
 
“What are you doing?” it came out as a ghost of what Betty was trying to
convey, week and tinged with arousal. This is not what she wanted, was it? She
struggled to get away but it was useless. Cheryl didn't give her an inch. Betty
was scared and could feel something twisted pull at the edges of her senses.
This wasn’t right. She needed to leave.
 
The redhead regarded the unfolding scene with contained excitement, attentively
watching as the struggling girl's features ran through confusion, and then
interest, panic, rage, arousal, submission. It sent a warm shiver down her
spine. She glanced at the pack of beer and kicked it away with her free leg.
Staring back down at the blonde she grinned. Now this will be fun.In the dark
she could see that Betty’s green eyes were blown out with lust, need
practically rolling off of her in waves. The girl next door was lost in this
drunken haze of arousal, and there was a flash behind her eyes that Cheryl had
never seen before. She was determined to weed it out of the younger Cooper.
 
“I don’t think you need anymore of that Betts,” she started condescendingly,
“Though I have to wonder. Why are you drinking so much? Brad was telling me how
much you love long Islands. Surely you aren’t an alcoholic on top of being a
complete and utter failure."
"Or maybe it was sister dearest who drove you away tonight, deep into the dark
corners of our lovely abode. But no, it couldn’t be that, could it? You and
your sister are so close, almost like best friends right? And best friend
siblings neverfight.”
 
Betty said nothing, stayed still as embers of anger grew within her. Cheryl's
saccharine smile leered down on her panting form as she tried to control the
red seeping into her vision. Never good at lying though, her face crunched into
an angry scowl as she glared up to the red haired bombshell. She wanted to spit
at her, curse her family and her name, mark her skin with bites and her nails,
but her instincts, and curiosity kept her pinned to the floor.
 
“I’ll tell you this, Betty Cooper, I am here because this is my house. In fact
this is my room. Now I’m sure you can imagine my surprise when that bimbo
sister of yours ran up to me, practically in tears and begging on her knees, to
find you. A pissant little brat who slithered into my party and drank my booze
without so much as saying hello. Doesn’t that seem a little rude to you Betty?
Finding an unannounced, unwanted house guest plastered three sheet to the wind
in your bedroom, doing who knows what, or who?”
 
“I wasn’t-”
 
“Shhh! I’m talking right now. Do you know how that looks? Me going out of my
way to find you? I’m the hostess Betty, it looks bad for me to leave the party,
and it took me quite awhile to find you. What do you have to say for yourself?”
 
Something in Betty snapped, the world sizing down to just the two of them. She
saw red and her blood boiled over, the fucks she gave suddenly gone.
 
“I think you're full of shit Cheryl. I don’t even believe for a second that my
sister sent youto come find me. You’re probably here for some sick and twisted
reason, coming to gloat and kick me while I’m down. Which you’ve already done,
so why don’t you ‘go out of the way’ some more and tell my dear sister
‘Pollikins’ that I’m peachy keen, that is if she actually sent you. I bet she
left me here and forgot she even brought me along. So you wanna know what I
think? I think you’re fucked in the head and delusional, and I think it’s time
you let me go.” She tried moving her hand again but it was like working against
steel. She was ready to deck this ginger inbred but her blood ran cold and a
chill slipped down her spine as Cheryl somehow managed to lean down to the
floor and grip her hair in a tight fist, jarring her head toward red lips as
she hissed in her ear. Impossibly the iron cage on her wrist never let up and
Betty couldn’t help the gasp that betrayed her true feelings.
 
Cheryl saw red. Forget fun, this was about to be a lesson for the younger
Cooper girl. The cheer captain would not tolerate such insubordinance, even if
Betty wasn’t a real Vixen.
 
“Listen here you little bitch,” Cheryl's voice slithered down her ear, warm
breath tickling her bruise from earlier as the scent of sweet maple permeated
her senses, intoxicating her by their shared proximity.
 
“Let me go-”
 
“No.”
 
The redheads free hand came to rest aggressively against the column of Betty’s
neck, applying pressure to turn her head to the right. “Is that what he gave
you?” She seethed toward the blonde.
 
“No.” Betty lied, reviled by the heat flooding her body at the possessive grip
and the force being applied to her windpipe. Her vision swam with spots as the
air was slowly suffocated out of her, firm but not bruising.
 
“Don’t lie to me you piece of shit.”
 
Cheryl let up on the blonde’s throat, giving her ample time to answer. When she
was met with challenging silence she slammed the girls head back into the
floor, hard enough to shock, but not concuss. “I won’t ask again Cooper. Now
answer my damn question. Did. He. Do that to you.”
 
“Yes,” Betty choked out, almost a sob, another jolt sent to her core as the
hand restraining her neck tightened again. And Cheryl growled into her, honest
to god growled. Betty visibly shivered at the response, and whimpered
pathetically into Cheryl’s shoulder when the redhead took her battered skin
into her mouth.
 
She had expected a slicing bite, something akin to a possessive marking, maybe
some blood, but all she felt was Cheryl's warm tongue sliding and gliding over
the hickey, soothing away the wave of shame that had suddenly overtaken her. It
felt so nice, the tender ministrations surprising but not unwelcome. Her tongue
was warm and flat against her tender skin. The cunning little snake even sucked
a little, making Betty roll her eyes back and moan while heat flooded her most
sensitive region. She could feel herself throbbing, and for a second she
thought she would come from just this alone. With the little devils name at the
tip of her lips and her free hand coming to rest on red tresses she felt a
sting and then unbearable pain. “Ahh!” She had to slam her eyes shut.
Everything too overwhelming as tears spilt from her closed lids. The hand in
her hair replaced the one on her neck as Cheryl popped off from her angry red
skin, the bruise already coloring and settling into neat little teeth marks.
She could tell that the Vixen had stopped just at the line of breaking skin,
and Betty let the tears flow down her face. It hurt, a lot, and the offender
did nothing to sooth the pain. Plainly leaving it to the open air.
 
“Look at me you fucking pussy.”
 
Betty shook her head no. She couldn’t open her eyes, it would all be too much,
too soon. The sight, the sounds, the heat of the room continually rising, the
feel of what Cheryl was doing to her. It was all pushing her near an edge she
was afraid to fall off of. There was uncertainty at the other side of the cliff
and she wasn’t sure she was ready to face it. To face that kind of fallout. But
Cheryl’s patience was running thin, and the pressure on her throat increased,
as did a digging twist at the edge of her peripheral. Unable to contain the
yelp of pain Betty opened her eyes toward her captured wrist, and sure enough
the shoe around it was twisting and trying to crush her hand. Screwing her eyes
shut for a moment she then turned her face and glanced up to the ginger’s
stare. Again it wasn’t what she expected. Instead of malice she found lust
staring back at her, hindered by the blazing fire of dominance demanding to be
obeyed. She noticeably swallowed but didn’t dare take her eyes off the brown
ones as she felt the hand at her throat stroke soothingly. It brought bumps to
her flesh and she flinched as her free hand was caught by a soft pale one,
gently pulling it above her head. The leg resting on her wrist also came free,
and her neck was left completely bare as the girl above her moved both arms
into the desired position.
 
“There. That wasn’t so hard was it Betts?”
 
All she could do was shudder under the Blossom girl's heated gaze. At least her
tears had stopped. Mostly. She hiccuped.
 
Cheryl sighed atop of her, her hips pressing into Betty’s and causing the other
girl to squirm unconsciously. She stopped immediately, reprimanding the blonde
with a look, and a frustrated sigh, as though she had just repeated herself for
the fourth time but Betty still wasn’t getting it.
 
“I’m gonna let go of your hands okay you dumb bimbo? I don’t want you to move
them more than an inch,” the ginger commanded. It didn’t have as much heat as
the others but the girl got the point and nodded silently. “Good, looks like
you got the no talking down too.” Cheryl slowly slid her hands down Betty’s
arms, savoring the faint feeling of muscles hiding behind her soft build. “Now
here’s how this is gonna work,” she husked, mere centimeters away from the
blonde's plump lips, breath mingling in with hers as both her hands enclosed
around a soft jawline, the pads of her thumbs smoothing over nonexistent
wrinkles, and soothing away any lasting duress.
 
“I’m gonna screw the living daylights out of you and then your gonna watch me
fuck myself silly with your body, got it you glorified masturbation toy?” She
squeezed her face for clarity.
 
Something inside Betty cracked again. The way Cheryl was speaking gave her
chills. The words coming off her lips sounded like any normal everyday
conversation. It wasn’t like before, where Betty was blinded by a sudden rage.
No this time it was different, this time she felt a strange calm overtake her.
As though this whole situation made sense, as if it was just some fucked up
dream she was having. Cheryl was waiting for her response, her patience was
short so Betty didn’t waste anytime replying. “Yes, I got-”
 
“No. Talking” the riled ginger hissed at her. Smushing the petite face in her
hands, nails stiffly imbedding into skin.
 
Of course, right. For this to be perfect there's no talking.The blonde nodded
numbly, gaze drawn to the other girls tantalizing lips, red and inviting. She
licked her lips, tried to lean in to kiss the others, smear the lipstick of of
them, but the hands holding her head stilled the motion.
 
“Not yet. I have one question. This,” Cheryl brought a hand up to the mark on
Betty’s skin, gingerly tracing over it as the blonde gasped, “did you like
this?”
 
Betty was confused by the question. Did she like the mark? The feeling it left?
The way Cheryl had put it there? She honestly couldn’t tell. It was more of a
fact at this point than an experience for her. It was simply there, like this
whole scenario. She was only vaguely aware of the way her body was reacting to
the titular touch. How was she supposed to respond? She searched the red haired
Vixens face for an answer. The same emotions as before were reflected back to
her, but behind that she could gather a sense of concern, slight lines forming
around the other girl's forehead. How was she supposed to answer? It seemed as
though she was asking for confirmation, pausing to ‘check in’ with Betty. How
strange, she thought, why is she hesitating if I'm already compliant? This is a
weird dream.
 
As Betty continued to stare blankly at her, Cheryl’s concern etched itself
farther onto her face. Rage and hatred were something she could deal with,
something to manipulate. But this cold, impassive, dull, dazed doe look she was
receiving almost frightened her. Betty looked almost dead inside. If not for
the heated look remaining in her eyes and the steady pulse under her hands
Cheryl would have believed her to be gone. The longer she stared the more
frustrating it became. She shouldn't - didn’t - give a shit about what was
going on in the blonde's head. She should have been answered by now and this
girl would be damned if Cheryl let her take the easy way out.
 
Tentatively, but with a firm grasp she lowered her left hand, squeezing again
at the base of the younger Coopers throat, leaning forward to give herself
leverage and watch her features closely. She watched pupils dilate even more so
and now there was barely any green left in the blonde's eyes. Anger ignited
again inside of her. Fuck this cow, she knows exactly how she likes it.  Her
next words were spoken in a growl.
 
“My patience is running thin Cooper. Make up your fucking mind, I’m sick of
repeating myself to you. Do you like this? Because from up here it looks like
you’re loving it, but i'm gonna need some form of consent from you. Some kind
of affirmation. Are you able to understand that you dumb cunt?”
 
A slow smile broadened over the blonde’s face. So that’s what she wanted, it’s
an interesting way to show concern. I certainly never thought I’d see this
coming from a Blossom. It seemed like the right thing to do for Betty to nod
her head in agreement. If this was what this fantasy Cheryl wanted then that's
what she would have. It was like lucid dreaming, right? Betty was here and she
could change some things but the rest was already set in motion, not to be
tampered with. She would not deny herself nor Cheryl this moment, even if it
all seemed so unreal, so off. Am I dreaming? What’s going on?
 
She watched, somehow outside of her body, as the bombshells lips descended upon
her own. It was hot and constricting, the tingles she felt ripple through her
seemed muddled, as if she hadn’t actually been a part of the experience. She
heard herself gasp as the hand at her neck released and finally allowed much
needed air back into her lungs, and a moan was ripped from the back of her
throat, guttural and heady. A distant pulse echoed in her when Cheryl’s hand
slid down her form and undid her pants, hand disappearing into them.
 
Betty gasped into the red heads mouth, whimpering as she pulled a finger
through wet folds. Amused, Cheryl watched the muscles constrict and release in
the other girls raised arms, trying desperately to stay still. Her free hand
smoothed blonde hair back. Observing the struggle within the other girl. Though
she’d never admit it to her face, Betty looked incredibly beautiful like his.
Frantic with sex on her mind and flushed from illicit activities. She teased
around the blonde’s entrance, gathering her wetness on her fingers as she drew
tight circles, just barely dipping into her. When she noticed Betty opening her
mouth to speak she interrupted her with her own mouth, entrancing Betty’s
tongue with hers. She sucked on the whine that escaped as she removed her hand
from its ministrations. Pulling back she placed her fingers against kiss
swollen lips, waiting for the mouth to open. As soon as it did however, she
locked brown eyes with green and brought the slick digits to her own tongue.
Betty objected as Cheryl moaned, a sob of dejection escaping her lips.
 
“Wait.” She said giving the blonde a withering look.
 
Then she oh so slowly lowered herself to rest slightly above the girl's pants,
leisurely pulling both them and the panties down. She proceeded to unzip her
skirt and removed her undergarments as well. Leaving a lump of clothes behind
her.
 
“That’s better,” she murmured past Betty’s ear, pressing feather light kisses
to her face and jaw. She felt it go slack under her lips when she grab hold of
a leg and brought it between her thighs, a hum of needy approval vibrating
through the body below her, heat expanding off the girl. She splayed her
fingers above the short tuft of hair before casually descending down into warm
wetness. As her fingers spread through slick folds Betty whimpered
incoherently, hips thrusting up to gather much needed friction. She allowed it
once but when it happened again she abruptly stopped and slammed her hips down,
using her whole body to restrain Betty to the floor.
 
“Behave,” she warned, sliding a hand up Betty’s shirt and twisting a nipple
through the cloth of her bra. Betty yelped in surprise but it quickly turned
into a low groan, an apology hidden in her soft whining.
 
‘Please,’ she mouthed, desperately attempting to grind against the thigh
between her legs. Cheryl stopped her though, rocking her hard once into the
carpet and bruising her lips in a heated kiss. She nipped at the corner of
Betty’s lower lip, almost drawing blood, and then moved her free hand down
again.
 
“You’ll get what you get Betts, got it?” she sucked suddenly at the hickey
again, reminding the blonde of the position she was in.
 
“Ahh, hnghmmm! Yes!” She panted from under the steel barrier atop her,
quivering as the thigh between her legs dragged ever so slowly forward.
 
“God, you’re so wet. Are you close? Nod or shake your head, don’t speak.”
Cheryl’s voice was tense as she found a decent rhythm against Betty’s thigh.
The good girl had kept her leg where Cheryl maneuvered it and it was providing
the perfect amount of drag against her throbbing clit.
 
Betty nodded, and the Vixen moved harder against her, her hand coming back down
to her dripping cunt wasting no time with ramming two finger into the blonde.
They both gasped at the feeling of slick heat being stretched and fucked.
Cheryl rumbled possessively in her throat and was on the verge of spitting out
‘mine’ when Betty horsed out her name, hips stuttering forward as her body
tensed for a second before going slack as heat flooded onto Cheryl's hand. The
forward jut of Betty's leg was enough surprise mixed with the soft mewl of her
name to send Cheryl over the edge as well, though not as intensely, and Cheryl
barred her teeth down at the blonde, not expecting the orgasm. She tersely held
herself up, refusing to fall on top of the younger girl. She had to stop
herself from biting the girl again. Instead she settled for pushing her sticky
wet hand against Betty’s mouth. wrath running in her veins at the knowledge
that her words hadn't come together in the perfect actions. It meant she was
more engaged in this than she had anticipated. That made her growl deep in her
chest.
 
“Open. now.” She bit out with irritation, mostly at herself for coming with
such little stimulation.
 
She watched with a jaded gaze as Betty seemed to fully grasp what was going on.
 
“This is real.” She said it with disturbed disbelief, “I’m not dreaming. We
just-”
 
Cheryl wasn’t in the mood for it and simply shoved her finger into the other
girls mouth, twisting them to get all the juices off. They pulled out with a
pop and she wiped the rest across Betty’s blushing cheeks.
 
Betty for her part moaned in shock as the slender digits protruded into her
mouth. She did her best to lick them clean, but it was a foreign experience for
her, and when the redhead disregarded Betty’s own leftovers on her face she
paled. Realization hit her like a train. Struck by a wave of nausea, she made
to sit up, only to be stopped by the spritely figure above her.
 
“Whoa there, big girl. You’re still drunk and I don’t need vomit on my floors.”
Cheryl reached over and collected the discarded pack of beer. “Now since you’re
acting as though this little encounter was your first I’m gonna sit here and
make sure you finish this case, then you’re gonna walk down the halls back to
Polly and go home, okay? Here’s praying to god you completely forget the whole
ordeal and haven’t contracted virgin feeling for me, cuz I’m not about that
life.” Cracking open one of the last few bottles she handed it to Betty. “Don’t
chug, but drink as quickly as you can, it’s late.”
 
Finally being allowed up Betty found her pants, quickly putting them back on
before accepting the alcohol from Cheryl. She nodded absently and did as she
was told, not chugging, but she did finish the first bottle within ten minutes.
After it was gone Cheryl helped her to her feet. The room spun, like really
fast, but after she got her footing she managed to wobble down the hall with
Cheryl slowly leading her.
 
She was halfway through the last bottle when they made it back to the party,
more tame but still going strong. Polly spotted them first and rushed over
frantically. “Not a word Betts.” the Vixen hushed into her ear before turning
to face Polly with an exasperated look.
 
“You would not believe how hard it was to find this drunk wench Pollikins, you
definitely owe me one... Next time you might want to put her on a leash” She
told Polly under her breath while making her way into the crowd of people.
 
“My sister’s not a dog Cheryl.”
 
“Well she sure was a bitch to get back here. Like I said. You owe me.” She said
it with frost in her voice and her face deadpanned from it's usual playful
friendly smile. “Toodles Coopers!”
 
Polly sighed and looked Betty over, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head.
“Sweet Jesus Betty what the hell happened to you?!” She gently nudged her
sister's hair out of the way, protective older sister mode activated when she
found a massive hickey bruising the cord of muscles right behind Betty's left
ear. “Who did that to you, are you okay?”
 
Betty scoffed lightly and went to playfully shove Polly’s shoulder, missing by
a good inch or two. “That ol’ thing? S’nothin to worry bout P. Where's the car?
I'm ready to go home.”
 
“Jesus Mary and Joseph, are you drunk? How did this happen, how much have you
drank?” Panic was evident in Polly’s voice but all Betty heard was her concern
for her own skin. Storming past her sister she made her way to the front door
and out to the car, Polly doting around her the whole way. She did manage to
keep her beer, though at this point she was a sip away from chucking it all
back up so she threw it in the grass.
 
She stood at the car door, glaring at it. Her sister was already in but her
door wouldn’t open. “P unlock the damn door, I wanna go home.”
 
“Jesus christ,” Polly huffed propping it open for her inebriated sibling. “It
was already unlocked Betts.”
 
For some reason Betty saw red, “Don’t fucking swear at me Polly, and Don’tcall
me Betts. I’m not happy with you!”
 
Polly didn’t think her eyes could go any wider but she was mistaken. Betty
never yelled at her. She could't remember a time that it had ever occurred.
Instead of arguing she merely started the car and drove home, shooting
concerned glances at Betty every so often. Her mind ran a mile a minute as she
focused on getting them home safely. It was already a quarter to three, and
their parents would be home at seven. What had happened to her sister? Where
had she learned to swear? How did she get that hickey? Why did it take Cheryl
so long to find her? Why was she so drunk? What the hell had she done? God
Betty I’m so sorry. I never should have brought you with tonight.
 
                                     # # #
 
The next morning when Betty awoke she was sore. Her throat was dry and she felt
like shit, and as soon as she stood up she ran to the bathroom to throw up. As
soon as she looked in the mirror she screamed, fear lacing her veins. With a
shaking hand she gingerly touched the black and blue teeth marks along her
neck. Frantically she checked the rest of her body for signs of sexual
activity, but finding none she simply stood with one hand covering the mark and
the other covering the counter in a death grip, knuckles going white. Seconds
later Polly came running into the bathroom, searching frantically for what had
caused Betty to scream.
 
“Is everything okay?” she asked scanning every minute detail of Betty’s face.
 
“No. No Polly it’s not. What the hell happened last night. Where did I get
This?” she hissed lifting her hand and hair to point out the rude blemish
mangled onto her flesh.
 
“What? Betty I was hoping you could tell me that. You suddenly vanished and
then showed up with that on you. You, you weren’t raped were you” her voice was
barely above a whisper as she stared pleadingly into Betty’s eyes. Like the
whole thing was her fault.
 
Taken aback, Betty faltered. “I- I, I don’t know. I don’t think so. I don’t,
feel molested, or sore, or whatever... Shoot Polly I don’t even remember
leaving the house last night! What happened?”
 
“We um, went to the Blossom’s party.”
 
“What?” Betty squeaked out, near ready to faint. Her eyes suddenly went wide
with panic “where’s mom and dad?”
 
“Don’t worry they went out for breakfast. I told them we had a late night of
watching disney movies. Your favorites so don’t worry about them quizzing you.”
 
“Oh my god… oh my god… Polly I think I’m going back to bed. Just tell mom and
dad I ate too much junk food and that I’m not feeling good... Yeah I’m gonna
shower and go back to bed.
 
*****
 
When Monday morning came around Betty didn’t take any chances. She wore her
hair down, and she would have worn a turtleneck as well but since the evidence
of her unknown escapades was so high up she decided concealer would have to do.
It was safe to say she was very shook up by the events that had transpired on
Friday, even though she didn’t know what they were. Every extra glance was
perceived with paranoia and when she ran into Cheryl Blossom she nearly had a
heart attack, flinching back instinctively as her body filled with an anxious
tingling sensation.
 
“Oh my god I wasn’t looking where I was going, I’m so sorry.” She couldn’t meet
Cheryl's eyes as she apologized profusely.
 
“Don’t worry about it Betty, it happens to the best of us. Well not me of
course, but you know what I mean.” She smiled lecherously at the blonde and
made to smooth some hair from her face, her pupils dilating minutely when she
noticed a faded bruise showing lightly through patchy concealer. She stopped
and put the hair back into place. “Though you should be more careful Betty,
next time I might not be in such a generous mood.” She let her hand slide down
Betty’s face and fall to her side shooting the younger girl a knowing smirk as
she continued on her way to her next class. It was more than just a warning. It
was a promise.
 
Betty was dumbfounded and had to restrain herself from covering the hickey. Had
Cheryl seen it? Did she know how Betty got it? What did she know? Not wanting
to think about it Betty took herself to her next class and in a few weeks time
promptly erased all memories of the incident from the front of her mind.
 
No matter how hard she tried though, whenever she saw Cheryl a faint whisper of
fear and anxiety would run through her and she would unconsciously rub the spot
where the bruise had been.
Chapter End Notes
     Let me know where the mistakes are as I don't have a Beta (but don't
     be an ass about it.)
     Tell me what you think and if you want more
     P.S I'm already forming at least two more chapters.
     P.P.S Creative Criticism please! But no bashing *glares at the mega
     haters*
***** Paybacks Gonna Be A Bitch *****
Chapter Summary
     Polly and Kevin talk
     Betty and Alice talk
     Betty and Kevin talk
     Bye Polly
     In comes Veronica
     Shits gonna get stirred up
Chapter Notes
     Bwaa! I wanted to get to more fun times, stupid fillers. I honestly
     didn't think this chapter would get so long.
     I promise the next chapter is definitely gonna be full of smut'n
     stuff
     But in the meantime let's see how Betty is faring.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Riverdale Still Freshman Year
 
Kevin sat in the library across from Polly Cooper. It was a random wednesday in
January and they had both agreed - they had to talk. Though Polly had noticed
it right away it took Kevin a couple months to figure out what was going on.
 
“I don’t know what to do Kevin,” Polly started with a sigh, folding her hands
together on the table. “She’s even more reserved than before. The only thing
she seems interested in is studying. I thought that the party would help but
all it’s done is drive us further apart, and her further into her shell. I
think she blames me.”
 
Kevin rested a reassuring hand on the older girls. “Of course she doesn’t blame
you, P. She probably blames herself.” He sucked his tongue and then charged on.
“Is she still not eating?”
 
“No she eats a little, but it’s not nearly enough to be healthy. She’s losing
weight and even our parents have started to notice that something’s off. Over
winter break she didn’t even fight for a piece of our mum’s cherry pie.” She
had to wipe at stray tears falling down her face. “Has she told you anything?
Anything at all. About the party? Or what she’s been thinking? … Has she said
anything about me and Jason?”
 
Kevin was aghast. Betty loved pie, almost more than her own life. Something was
very wrong indeed. Worry tugged at his brow. “Nothing.” He said. “The only
thing she talks to me about these days is a supposed romantic attraction for
Archie. Very early stages of a crush, but even that seems lackluster.” He
looked out the window, contemplating all the conversations he’d had with the
younger Cooper this year, pre and post party. He gave a heavy sigh looking back
at the pretty blonde across from him.
 
“Whenever I try to bring up the party she gets defensive. Still holds that spot
sometimes, but she has made it explicitly clear that she doesn’t blame you for
taking her to the party. She says she still doesn’t remember anything past
getting there and starting in on her first Long Island. And honestly P? She
couldn't care less about the fact that you're dating Jason. Her words verbatim
were ‘I’m just glad something good came out of that house. Seeing Polly shine
makes me happy for her.’”
 
Polly looked up to the ceiling and pushed more tears off her face, willing her
emotions back into check. It was just so hard to see her baby sister suffering
in any way, shape, or form. “She’s been having nightmares,” she blurted out, “I
think.” Kevin looked confused. Polly elaborated. “I hear her sometimes, during
the middle of the night.” He looked unimpressed. Assumptions could be made to
explain that. He gave her a ‘Really?’ look and she continued.
 
“It’s, not that.” she had to make a face, trying not to think about her sister
in any kind of sexual manner. “It sounds like she’s crying, in pain maybe. But
she never screams, never gets louder than a surprised gasp when she wakes up.
You know Betty, she’s never had trouble sleeping through the night. In fact she
sleeps like a rock. I’ve tried asking her about it but she either flat out
denies it or plays it off like it’s nothing.”
 
Kyle bit at his thumb nail, thinking deeply. “I don’t know if it’ll work, but I
could try asking her about it. Or maybe invite her for a sleepover? Try to get
her out of the house?” he sighed as it seemed to be an impossible task. These
days the blonde would only leave the land of her bedroom if absolutely
necessary.
 
“Please do try Kevin. I will too. Maybe between the both of us something will
click back into place. If not I think I'll have to tell our parents.”
 
Polly’s phone rang, alerting her to the cheer practice she had to get to. It
also signaled the end of their clandestine meeting.
 
“I've gotta go, but I'll keep you informed.” The blonde stood and slung her bag
over her shoulder.
 
“Likewise.” The boy replied. “Betty’s one of my best friends. I can't give up
on her when she needs help.” Solemnly the two parted ways, praying things would
miraculously get better.
 
                                     # # #
 
Her palms slid through the shear film of silk. It was everywhere. Around her.
Surrounding her. Suffocating her in its breezy seduction. She could feel it in
her mouth, turning to liquid velvet down her throat. Consuming her, slithering
into her veins and arteries, collapsing her pathways in a fire of promised
passion. The oxygen billowing out of her with each passing breath.
 
Red. It was red. Like the feeling between her legs, like the fire she saw
through a drunken haze. Like the blood spilling forth from her ravaged neck. It
washed over her, perfuming her essence with unprecedented dominance. Snaked
around her and sunk its teeth in, sucking silence from her throat.
 
What was left was porcelain skin, broken and cracked but the beauty in it
maintained. Statuesque hands permanently encased around her, crawling into her
spine and turning her to stone. She was stuck, trapped in a never-ending cycle.
As soon as the chilling sensation filled her it was replaced by warm honey,
pouring into her from those very same fingers. It cascaded over her in a lucid
euphoria, a lush voice erasing her very existence with wisps of smoke and four
simple words:
 
Not a word Bett’s...
 
And then she was awake, choking and sobbing on air that seemed to come too fast
to her deprived lungs. A whimper - always a whimper - escaped passed her lips
as her legs shifted uncomfortably against heat and stickiness.
 
She rolled onto her stomach and groaned into her pillow, wiping her sleep shed
tears into the too fresh case. As usual she fought off the wave of nausea that
crashed into her, dry heaving onto her heated bed. It never used to feel so
warm, but even in the dead of winter she was only sleeping with the flat sheet,
comforter lying in a heap on the floor at the end of her bed.
 
Usually she would attempt to write down the dream in her diary, but it was
always the same. She would remember feelings but nothing solid, there was
nothing to hold onto. She wanted a cold shower, but it was no surprise to find
it only 3:30 in the morning. A shower would have to wait. She groaned again as
she could literally feel her arousal slip out into her underwear. She was
unbearably wet, but refused to give her demons the satisfaction. Whatever was
haunting her would not get the better of her in that way. Her stomach growled
but she ignored it, knowing any food she ingested would just end up in the
toilet later.
 
Her skin was blazing and she rubbed at that spot on her neck, a long gone
bruise all but forgotten. She gasped, stomach rolling as snippets of memories
flickered like a dying film reel inside her head. Fragments of a drunken haze
bleeding in and out of existence. It was like a fungus that wouldn't die,
always growing back from the dark recesses of her mind. It felt like a terrible
monster, waiting for her to finally snap so it could rampage at the injustice
dealt to it. She growled at it internally, warding it off to deal with it
another day.
 
*****
 
She felt like death the next morning but at least she had been able to get some
sleep. She sat at the kitchen table liking at her oatmeal. It had too many
berries in it and didn't taste bland enough for her anxious stomach. Across the
table sat her mother peering at her every few minutes to watch her progress.
She sighed and made to leave for school.
 
“Sit back down Betty, I wanna see you finish that bowl of oatmeal. And the
juice.”
 
Betty hated grapefruit juice, her mother should know that by now.
 
“If I'm gonna walk I need to leave now.”
 
“I'll drive you.” Alice said it with a stern gaze towards her daughter, leaving
no room for debate.
 
Betty reluctantly sat back down, doing her best not to throw up then and there
at the idea of putting so much food into her body. She drank her juice first,
the betraying sweet taste on her tongue quickly turning bitter and dry as it
slid down her throat. She wanted to cry. It felt like lead hit her stomach as
she attempted to eat her food in a timely fashion without gagging.
 
“Let’s talk Betty, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. How's school
going?”
 
Betty slowed the spoon heading toward her mouth, staring down at her bowl as
she answered her mom.
 
“It's going good, I'm getting all A’s.”
 
“I see, that's good.” Her mom nodded tersely, looking constipated in thought
before completely changing the subject.
 
“I realize you are in high school now dear, and you are well into the phase of
your life where you might have certain, feelings. And now that you sister is
dating that boy you might be curious as to what those feelings are. Tell me,
have you had any desires to date anyone?”
 
Now Betty definitely wanted to throw up. But she put on a smile and finally
looked up at her mom. “No mum, no boys or anything like that. It would detract
me from my school work.” She turned back to her food determined to finish as
quickly as she could so she could get away from her mother.
 
“It's completely natural to be curious about ourselves Betty. We may want to
explore, or feel new sensations, but be too anxious to share these feelings
with others. Have you been feeling that way?”
 
She's been reading my diary again hasn't she.
 
She scrunched up her face into a bemused pout, honestly not knowing what her
mother was alluding to other than sex.
 
“Hmm no. No unusual feelings on this end.” She looked at her mom wondering if
she would finally admit to snooping into her daughter's privacy.
 
“It's just… well to simply put it I have heard a few things, coming from the
direction of your room, that sounded rather, personal. Late into the early
hours of the morning. You've seemed frustrated lately sweety. Do we need to go
shopping for you? Maybe find you something to help you along?”
 
Admitting anything will bring undue attention to myself, just play dumb and
reveal nothing. Everything is A Okay.
 
“Uh honestly can't say I know what you're talking about mum. You know I sleep
through the nights like a rock. You sure it wasn't Polly? I've definitely heard
her a couple of times since she started dating.”
 
She nonchalantly brought her spoon to her mouth, giving her mother an earnest
and inquisitive look. Gotta really sell this.
 
Alice took the bait with an unconvinced look, checking the time and giving
Betty one of those ‘we'll talk about this later looks.’
 
“Well I suppose it could be your sister. I'll have to ask her to keep it to a
minimal. In any case are you finished? it's getting late and I have an
appointment at 8.
 
“Yes.” She said a little too fast, leaving half her breakfast uneaten. The
drive to school was filled with awkward silence and accusatory glances. Once in
the building Betty proceeded to find the most secluded bathroom and wretched
over a toilet, expelling all of her food and anxieties from that morning.
 
The only other stall in the bathroom creaked open as Betty was flushing the
bile out of her mouth.
 
“Looky what we have here. The perfect little princess, falling from grace.
Though I’ve gotta say Betts, Bulimia is so 87.”
 
The churning in Betty’s stomach crested into something ugly that she didn’t
recognize. Fucking hell, I don’t have time to deal with this hussy. Just get
out of my way before I smear the floor with you. Woah! where did that thought
come from? Just calm down Betty. The bell should ring soon and then you won’t
have to deal with it.
 
“I don't have Bulimia Cheryl. I just, had some disagreeable food. Excuse me.”
 
Cheryl stepped immediately in front of her, a dainty hand pressed to her
shoulder.
 
“Oh but you must tell me what pill you’re on.” The ginger’s hand graced over
the taller woman's skin, loitering where Betty’s hair was tied up into a neat
ponytail, lightly scratching behind the blonde's left ear.
 
Betty’s breath hitched, parts of her dream coming back to her, sed silk
entangling her behind her closed eyelids. She had to flinch away as she felt a
throb go straight to her clit. It was confusing to have such a gut reaction to
someone, especially a Blossom.
 
“What are you talking about?” It came out as a whisper, and she couldn’t meet
Cheryl’s eyes as she cleared her throat.
 
“Hmph,” Cheryl crossed her arms, pursing her lips and blocking the other girl’s
path to the door. “I’ll say this slowly so you’ll be able to understand. I’m
talking about you, Betty Cooper. Miss cow turned barbie. So either you’re on a
pill, or pilates is really as effective as they say it its.”
 
Try not eating because you’re too anxious you pompous bitch. This wouldn’t even
be happening if not for you stupid ass party. Man I wanna wipe that smug ass
grin off your porcelain face, see what it would look like beaten and
bleeding.“Look Cheryl, I’m not on anything, but you sure seem to be. So get the
fu-…” Betty realized she was clenching her fists, the cloud of red receding as
she sighed, feeling defeated. “Just. I really need to get to my locker before
class, please let me through.” She pushed passed the shorter girl, gently
unclenching her fists, and gasped at the blood forming lightly in the crescent
shaped marks on her palm. She quickly covered them up, reaching her locker and
unlocking it with shaky hands. As she was compiling the books she would need
for the day Kevin came up.
 
“Hey Betty, how's it goin, feels like forever since we talked. Any progress
with the ever elusive ginger?”
 
“What? No. I don't know what you're talking about. I have to get to class, bye
Kev.” She all but slammed her locker and high tailed it down the highway,
leaving the young boy baffled and slightly hurt. What was goin on with Betty?
 
                                     # # #
Riverdale Sophomore year
It was the end of April when Polly and Jason broke up. Betty had mended her
relationship with Kevin and was working on talking to her sister again. It was
what her therapist had recommended. After her mother went snooping through her
diary her parents had decided she needed to go back to therapy. She had about
seven sessions before the doctor had declared her right as rain,both mentally,
emotionally, and physically healthy.
 
As for the rest of her life, she had applied for and gotten an internship for
over the summer, she memorized Cheryl’s school schedule so she could avoid her
at all costs, and she ate just enough during the day for her parents to go back
to the way they were before. It all seemed to be smooth sailing until the big
blow out with Poly and Jason.
 
She tried to be there for her sister but the elder Cooper was unresponsive and
vague when propped for answers. Eventually sumner rolled around and Betty began
her internship. It all flew by and before anyone knew it the Blossom boy was
dead and her sister had been sent away, the town in an upheaval at the drama
circling through the air.
 
Now only a week after returning to Riverdale, Betty sat on her bed with one of
her best friends gossiping about her semi newfound crush on Archie Andrews.
 
 
“So how was your summer?” Kevin asked while idly flipping through one of
Betty’s magazines.
 
“It was, amazing!” She squealed, genuinely having had a good time. “I got to
learn and do so much Kev. Honestly I needed the distraction from everything
that happened last year.”
 
The boy nodded, seeing a potential opportunity to actually talk about what
transpired. “You mean like, Poly and Jason stuff or…” he hesitated.
 
Betty sighed and rubbed the back of her neck.
 
“No, it was more so the party Polly took me to. I mean, I still don't remember
what happened, and every now and again I get that same weird dream from before
-”
 
“Wait.” Kevin started, the news of dreams being, well, news to him. “You had a
dream after the party?”
 
“Not immediately after no, but it started around a week later. I thought I told
you about this.”
 
“Uh, no. This is the first I’m hearing about it. Is it like a scary dream? Or
more of a pleasant one?”
 
Betty bit her lip, not really sure what to say. She had never thought very hard
on it before.
 
“I'm not sure. It's nice but it's not. Like, the dream itself is pleasant but
leaves me with a nasty after taste when I wake up. I don't really want to talk
about that.” she shrugged, not knowing how to convey her feelings.
 
The dark haired boy nodded along to what Betty had said, but filed the
information away for later. Just in case.
 
“Alright. Well, speaking of distractions, a little birdie told me that a
certain someone was going to be a peer mentor for the new girl on the block.”
 
The blonde puffed out an amused laugh and jovially pushed the young boy over on
her bed.
 
“Yeah that would be me. But I haven't even met her yet, I think they're moving
in this weekend so I won't see her till Monday.Anyway, how'd the summer go for
you Kev?”
 
“Oh fine. Did some work with my dad, took a road trip with a buddy, wink wink,
and worried incessantly about you since you never seemed to call.”
 
“Ugh I'm sorry Kev, the internship really left me busy.”
 
“I know. I'm just teasing. Anyway it's getting late, I'll let you work on
getting ready for your ‘big date.’”
 
“Pfft, I'm just going out with Archie. It's not a big deal.” she blushed as she
made her way over to her vanity.
 
The talking died down a bit before Kevin piped up again.
 
“So, are you excited, nervous?” He really wanted to make sure that this was
what Betty wanted. At least it would be one more thing to help her forget about
her worries. If she was truly as head over heals for Archie as she made it seem
than this date could be a turning point for the girl. Even if he thought she
was unconsciously projecting false feelings toward the boy.
 
“Both,” she swiveled around to tell him, “I haven't seen him all summer.” The
smile on her face read as dopey, but Kevin saw right through it, it was a
little more than nerves. Like she was holding onto a hope that being with
Archie would fix everything. He smiled gently at her, trying to be supportive.
 
“Which is why nerves are acceptable. But we talked about this Betty. It's time.
You like him? He likes you?”
 
“Well then why, Kevin, has he never said or done anything?”
 
It was like she wanted to shoot holes into her own plan. Kevin gave her a look
that said he was unconvinced of her young love. He got up off the bed.
 
“Because, Betty, like most millennial straight guys Archie doesn't know what he
wants, he has to be told. So tell him, finally.”
 
“I don't know,” Betty turned back to her mirror suddenly unsure of herself, “it
depends.” On what though?She thought to herself. Kevin tsk’d and made his way
to the window to peer into the boy in questions room.
 
“If you're really feeling it then go for it Betty, but it's not like guys like
him stay - Oh my god!”
 
“What?!” Betty whipped around, concerned by the tone of the boy’s voice. She
got up and moved over to the window as well.
 
“Archie got hot. He's got a six pack. Six more reasons for you to take that
ginger bull by the horns. Before I do at least.”
 
Betty had a strange look on her face. She was, by all means surprised to see
her lifelong friend looking so well fit, but she didn't seem to have any
reaction to it other than shock. She definitely thought he looked good, but,
there just didn't seem to be that spark there anymore. Hadn't been a spark
there, actually, since after that party last year. She had hoped that time and
hope and forced fantasizing would have somehow rekindled her romantic feelings.
At least she would always have her friend by her side.
 
*****
 
As she was sitting in the booth of pops she couldn’t help but space out on
whatever their conversation had been. Everything that she was saying was done
while on autopilot. She wanted to see if Archie felt anything more toward her
than friendship, but was finding it extremely difficult to word it just right.
When Archie started staring behind her head she turned and had to hold her
breath. The girl that had just walked in was definitely not from Riverdale. The
cloak falling over her shoulders was a little too extra, and she smelled like
the high end of wealth. Her brain short circuited while the new raven haired
girl flirted with her best friend. She felt off watching the two of them
interact, and when Archie introduced her she stumbled over her words. Smiling
with a sense of dread hanging over her. This girl was not what she expected,
but she would try to make the most of it.
 
“Wait are you…”
 
“Supposed to give you your tour tomorrow? Yes…” Betty blushed a little when
Veronica gave her a beaming smile, and a satisfied once over. “I’m your peer
mentor.” Betty gave her her best smile, hoping her flustered state hadn’t
affected the conversation too much. She zoned out again as the girl leaved
missing what was said until Archie said her name a few times.
 
“What was it you were saying before Betty?”
 
“Uh, nothing. It doesn’t matter.”
 
*****
 
The first day of school had Betty more anxious than ever. For some reason she
couldn't get the mysterious newcomer out of her mind, and she wanted
desperately to impress the raven haired beauty. Things were less than stellar
until Kevin came and tagged along with their little tour. The boy appeared to
have put a pep in Veronica’s step, gay best friend really working it’s charm.
As long as she seemed happy, Betty was content with that. This task of peer
mentor had sounded easier before she knew who exactly she was dealing with.
 
The brunette was by no means rude, just maybe a little standoffish, but that
was understandable. Being the new kid could never be easy, especially when
one's dad was in jail and on trial for embezzlement. The blonde vowed to try
her best to be a good friend to Veronica, whether the other girl needed her or
not.
 
*****
 
Veronica’s first day wasn’t going how she thought it would. Instead of being
bombarded by people attempting to stake their claim on her, she was mostly
ignored. This shouldn’t have bothered her but it did. This town and school were
nothing to write home about so she had assumed she would be the talk of the
town, well, at least in a more positively impactful way than reality. The only
times people had come up to talk to her were to rudely ask if her father was
actually in jail, or if he was really guilty. Hell if she knew, she didn’t get
her hands dirty in her father’s business. For all she knew her father was
innocent.
 
The only person who hadn’t brought up her dad was the blonde she had met at
Pop’s, Betty. She was nice, if not a tad boring for Veronica’s initial taste.
There was a certain quality to the girl next door that made Veronica want to
protect her at all costs, like she was a precious diamond that was to be
treasured and cherished, enclosed in glass to preserve it from the world. She
decided she would give the girl another shot, see what she was really made of.
So when lunchtime rolled around Veronica searched for the blonde, finding her
with the Kevin and the very attractive red haired boy. I’m not sure I could
handle any more good looking people.At least this town was good at provided eye
candy.
 
She was disappointed to see Archie go, thinking it was something she had said,
but a second later another red head was strolling up to their table. The way
Betty anxiously looked at the girl and warned against talking of the other
ginger had Veronica’s shackles immediately raised. She looked like the kind of
girl who could only mean trouble. A real bitch. It was also cute seeing Betty
flustered in such an irrational way. Did she have history with this Cheryl
girl? The Vixen pushed Betty down the table and sat as if she owned the place.
Veronica raised an inquisitive brow.
 
“So, what are you three hens gossiping about.” she said with a sweet voice,
acting as though she was close friends with the people she was surrounded by.
“Archie’s Efron-esque emergence from the chrysalis of puberty?” Her flirty and
mischievous tone amused Veronica, but with a glance over at Betty she held her
tongue. She was trying to be a better person and Betty had never done anything
wrong by her so she kept her mouth shut about the ginger boy.
 
“Extracurriculars.” She half lied through her teeth, “Weatherbee wants me to
sign up for a few.”
 
The redhead brightened and splayed her hands in the air, gesturing to the
brunette.
 
“Cheerleading! You must. I’m the senior captain of the River Vixens.” How
accurateVeronica rolled her eyes in her head. And suppressed a laugh at what
came out of Kevin’s mouth.
 
“Is being a Cheerleader still a thing?”
 
“Is being the Gay Best Friend still a thing?” Cheryl shot back as if she had
been waiting for the boy to speak. Never underestimate a Cheerleader.Veronica
duly reminded herself. “Some people say it’s retro, I say it’s eternal and
iconic.”
 
Color me intrigued. A prissy Cheer Captain coming from a wealthy background
scouting me for the cheer team. Now this is more along the lines of what I was
expecting.
 
“At Spence, I sat at the top of the Elites’ pyramid. I'm in.” She gave Cheryl a
once over, sizing up her competition. For what she didn’t know, but the bitchy
attitude coming off the other girl made her fall back on old habits, and she
wasn’t too bad on the eyes either so… “Betty, you’re trying out, too.” She
wasn’t gonna go in alone, she’d need backup.
 
“Of course,” Cheryls pitch raised and octave, putting on pleasantries. Now I’ve
got to figure out what kind of history these two have with each other.
“Anyone’s welcome to try out. But Betty’s already got so much,” she glanced
down at the meager amount of food that the blonde had hardly even touched and
continued, “on her plate right now and being a Vixen is kind of a full-time
thing. But, open to all!” She got up to leave “Follow me on twitter and I’ll do
the same. My handle is @cherylbombshell.” Also an accurate title.
 
When Veronica brought her attention back to the table she noticed Betty looked
like she had just been sentenced to death. Taking it as a slander against
Cheerleading Veronica made to defend it. “Okay. Go ahead and hate on
cheerleading, but if Hipster Prince Harry -”
 
“I’d love to be a cheerleader.” Betty said with a hint of pain in her eyes. “It
would look great on my college applications. But last year when I tried out,
Cheryl said I was too fat.” She made an oh well face, merely accepting defeat.
 
“Too season five Betty Draper.” Kevin put in, “it was a great line.” he looked
back at the hurt look on Betty’s face and changed his tune. “But not at all
true.” The blonde rolled her eyes at his antics.
 
Veronica was surprised to hear that the Vixen had even made such a reference,
but looking at Betty now… Hot damn. “Well, you’re a total smoke show now,” it
came out before she could even think, and when Betty blushed and looked down
Veronica couldn’t stop herself from going on. “As hot and as smart as you are,
you should be the Queen Bae of this drab hive.” Kevin gave her a sly brow raise
and she ignored it. “Look, if you wanna be a River Vixen, I can help you prep.
I have moves.” It came out sounding way more gay than she intended but Veronica
was never one to hide her sexuality. She meant what she said and all insinuated
innuendos be damned.
 
The blonde looked bashful for a moment, but found her courage somewhere behind
her pink cardigan and floral print top. “Okay. You know what?” she gave
Veronica her own look over, meeting Veronica right in the eyes, “Show me your
moves.”
 
*****
 
Cheryl was highly unimpressed with the performance presented in front of her.
It was hardly worth her time to watch these two throw their fists around. The
only reason she allowed them to finish at all was because Betty looked really
adorable in her gym clothes. Sadly that wasn’t enough to satisfy her hunger.
This was just plain boring, and it needed spicing up.
 
“Hmm.” she responded noncommittally. “Ladies, where’s the heat? Where’s the
sizzle?” At keat now the blonde looked like she was spiraling on her way to a
nervous breakdown. The brunette however, had some balls hidden behind her
glossy veneer.
 
“Well, you haven’t seen our big finish yet.” she glanced at the taller girl
next to her, pulling on her arm and whispering “Don’t freak out. Just trust
me.” Fear and panic spread through Betty as she looked back at where Cheryl was
sitting, and the redhead had to take a deep breath to prevent herself from
attacking the raven haired slut. How dare she put her hands on Betty. It wasn’t
as though Cheryl actually gave a shit, she just seethed at the fact that
something she had laid a claim to was being dirtied by the offspring of some
embezzling snake, Someone who was less reputable than herself. Her blazé faire
attitude was strained as she attempted to keep her rage in check. Oh they would
pay. Betty she could get today, but the Lodge girl had better watch her back.
No one crossed Cheryl Blossom, ever. At least Betty had the decency to look
apologetic when they pulled apart. Her hand even went to the spot on her neck
where Cheryl had left her gift. Rubbing in abashed circles, as her other hand
smeared off Veronica’s lipstick.
 
“Check your sell-by date laddies. Faux lesbian kissing hasn't been taboo since
1994. So let’s see if you do better with the interview portion of our
audition.” She gave no pause as she tore right into Betty, going for where it
would hurt the most. And judging by the other girl’s reaction she had hit the
Hammer right on the nail, driving it that much further into the coffin.
 
“Betty, how’s your sister doing?”
 
“Polly’s fine. Thanks for asking.” Betty looked confused and angered that
Cheryl had brought it up, so she went for another nail, hoping that that kiss
wasn’t as faux as they presented it to be. She'd break the two apart before
they could ever get close.
 
“Veronica, has Betty told you about her sister yet?”
 
“Uh, no.” Veronica looked just as lost as Betty.
 
“Go ahead, Betty. Tell Veronica about your sister and my dear brother.” At this
point the blonde had stopped rubbing her neck and had her hands clenched into
fists, flicking her thumbs over them anxiously. Cheryl could tell she was
fighting back at what she had seen that night of the party, and a part of her
wondered if a sober Betty Cooper would ever let that beast out to play. It
would certainly be nice to see, now wouldn’t it.
 
“Polly and Jason dated.” was all the younger Cooper provided, sounded much too
submissive for the way her fists were clenched. Cheryl scoffed at that. “I
wouldn’t say ‘dated.’” she taunted.
 
“It didn’t end well.” Betty murmured.
 
“In fact,” the Cheer Captain ran in for the kill, “Jason’s probably why your
sister had a nervous breakdown and now lives in a group home, isn’t it?”
 
“That’s what my parents think.”
 
Cheryl wouldn’t let her give up that easily. No she was gonna make her squirm,
make her angry. Break that perfect girl next door facade in front of the entire
school. And then. Later. She would go and pick up the pieces. Put them together
nice and neat again. In whatever order she desired.
 
“What do you have to say about that, Betty? Go ahead, the floor is yours.
Whatever you’ve been dying to spew about Jason and how he treated Polly,
unleash it. Destroy me. Tear me a new one. Rip me to shreds, annihilate me.”
Show me your dark side Betty, let me see you fall.
 
“I just..”
 
“Finally!”
 
She released her fists, stretching out her fingers as she shakily composed
herself. Veronica looked over at her, concerned.
 
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry, about what happened to Jason. I can’t even
imagine what you and your family must be going through” Cheryl crossed her
arms. This was not what she wanted, and if she couldn’t get the blonde to cut
her rage loose then she would do the next best thing. Humiliate her again by
denying her a spot on the team.
 
“Right. Well. Veronica, welcome to the River Vixens. Betty, better luck next
time.” She was at least pleased to see Betty on the verge of tears, and
scratching against her spot, like it itched and burned.
 
“What? Why? Because you couldn’t bully Betty into being a bitch?” Veronica
spoke up, suddenly finding her lost balls again. Oh Lodge, how wrong you are.
I’ve gotten Betty to do and be plenty of things, it’s only too bad she doesn’t
remember it.
 
“I need girls with fire on my squad.”
 
“I know what you need Cheryl, Because I know who you are.” Wrath consumed
Cheryl at the assumption that she and this wretched scum of the earth were
anything alike. The only thing she heard out of her after that was the
perceived threat of dethronement. “Sorry Cheryl Bombshell, my specialty is
ice.” She was gonna wipe that smug grin off this rich girls face, get her down
on her knees and obeying orders just like the little bitch she had latched
onto. Nothing was going to stand in her way.
 
*****
 
By the time the back to school dance had rolled around, Cheryl had formulated
her plan. After she had caught wind of Betty, and Veronica going with Archie to
the dance she set out to make sure her after party would be perfectly prepped.
She would get all three of the love confused idiots in her house and one by one
she would divide and concur. All she had to do was make sure they came. The
rest would be a piece of cake.
 
She watched as Betty and Archie dance, Betty had star crossed eyes while Archie
kept looking elsewhere. When Betty said something and they pulled away from
each other she knew the night would be that much better. Clearly there was some
unrequited feelings circling around the trio. She didn’t know what they were up
to, but she was going to stir shit up.
 
“Make sure those two turtledoves come to my after party, Veronica too. I’m in
the mood for chaos.”
Chapter End Notes
     Again I'm sorry it was so long and so empty of smut. it ended up
     being a recap of ep.1 at the end. some plot twists to come in the
     next chapter though so stay tuned.
     again let me know how I'm doing, what I can do better, and if there's
     anything you want to see.
     Don't be dick about criticism, this has no Beta so let me know what
     needs fixin
     Until next time.
***** This Chapter's a bitch *****
Chapter Summary
     Not quite sexy times
Chapter Notes
     Here. Take it. Its fucking long so fuck off. life sucks sometimes so
     it takes as long as it takes.(That's a good Clexa fic in case any of
     you wanted to know.) Okay I'll shut up and let you read my filth.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Betty had a very, very bad feeling about entering into the thornhill mansion
once again. The way it loomed over her was daunting. When Ginger had come up to
her and Archie and invited them to the after party, Betty thought it was a
joke. But Archie, being the gentleman that he is, said they would be there. Now
she sat on a couch next to Veronica as she watched Cheryl prowl around the
room. The redhead never took her eyes off of her and it was unsettling. Blazing
brown eyes watching her with scorn. She didn't know what she did to garner the
Blossom girl’s wrath, but her week had been hell during cheer practice. If it
wasn't one thing it was another. Her posture was off, her timing kept falling
behind beet, she needed to put more ‘sizzle’ into the routine. Well excuse
Betty if she wasn't one hundred percent okay with dancing around like a hussy.
She sighed nervously and looked at Veronica, pleading with her eyes for them to
leave. The anxiety stewing in her stomach was well founded. She was sure of it.
Everything around her was just, too familiar, a small part of her remembering
every detail about the house while her present self was totally lost. It gave
her a foreboding sense, and she was sure this night would not end well.
 
“Never been to a party like this Betty?” Veronica asked from her side, smile
placed warmly upon her face. She was holding two drinks, one outstretched
toward the blonde.
 
“Um. It's just a lot to take in. But I have been to one before. Only one.”
Here. At this very house. And I don't remember anything past my first drink.She
reluctantly took the offered beverage and held it in her hands, watching
Veronica down hers in one go. The Latina raised an eyebrow at Betty and pointed
to the red cup.
 
“Well that there is some good old fashioned liquid courage. It'll loosen you up
a bit. You are too tense, even if we are in the belly of the beast. It'll be
fine. Me and Archie are both here so don't worry about little miss dark Ariel
over there.” She got up to get herself another drink, leaving Betty momentarily
alone.
 
She stared down at the golden bronze liquid swirling in her cup. She really
didn't want to drink this, but Veronica had a point. With two friends here she
should be fine. She took a big gulp out of the cup, nearly puking on the spot.
She gagged and sputtered profusely, causing the few people around her to
giggle.
 
This was a Long Island. She didn't know how she remembered that, but she did.
It tasted exactly the same, just maybe with more alcohol in this batch. A flash
of brown hair passed by her eyes and she blinked back the vision. No one was in
front of her and Veronica had yet to come back. She was, so far as the rest of
the people in the room were concerned, alone. The image had seemed so real
though, like it was a memory. Like it had just happened. She felt so close to
something. She knew better than to get blackout drunk but perhaps her
recollection of the party would come back to her with more alcohol; similar to
a catalyst in a chemical reaction. That makes sense, right? She downed the rest
of her drink, waiting for something to happen. But the only thing she noticed
was a warm fuzzy glow emanating from her chest. She needed another drink. It
wasn't hard to get one, and she had finished that and half of a third before
Veronica made it back to her side on the couch. She must have misjudged her
silence for a lack of drinking.
 
“Sorry I was gone for so long. Tina of all people stopped me to talk about
absolutely nothing. And then she made up a lame excuse and ran off to who knows
where. I see you didn't get far in your drink though. That's alright, we'll
need someone to drive us home.”
 
“This is not my first one… and I can't drive.” Though not completely drunk
Betty was feeling rather tipsy.
 
“Oh? I didn't know you had it in you Cooper trooper. Just don't drink too much,
nothing good comes from too much alcohol.”
 
Don’t I know it. Betty thought. But I need answers.Her thoughts were
interrupted by a familiar voice.
 
“It’s game time at chez Blossom kiddies, we’re going old school tonight; seven
minutes in Heaven. Who wants to tryst in the closet of love first? My vote is A
for Archie. Anyone care to second it?”
 
The three friends all shared a look with each other. Archie clearly was
uncomfortable with this and was about to make that clear when Reggie and his
meat for brains face spoke up.
 
“Yes Andrews! Yes. Teach the lucky lady a thing or two about construction work,
am I right?”
 
Some people snickered but most gave the dumb boy strange looks, unsure of what
his joke was supposed to be. They chalked it up to him being drunk and
continued with their game.
 
“Alright, gather around kids. Let’s see who’s riding the ginger stallion
tonight.”
 
As the redhead released the bottle everyone watched in anticipation. It spun
without ceremony and landed neatly in between Veronica and Betty, causing a
ruckus to echo through the crowd gathered. Betty was about ready to shit
herself if Cheryl suggested it was her to go in the closet, unsure why the
prospect of spending seven minutes in heaven with Archie was unappealing. At
the beginning of the week she would have been more than ready to get physical
with the boy of her dreams, maybe even at the beginning of the night, but now?
No way in hell. Or would she have? She wasn't quite sure at this point.
Slogging through her buzzed brain she couldn’t think of a single time this past
month that she had actively thought about the ginger boy in any manner other
than friendship. It was confusing. She held her breath as Cheryl smirked at her
maliciously.
 
“It’s clearly pointing to… the new girl.”
 
What?! No. no no no no no, it’s not. No. No. Respin. Veronica is NOT going in
that closet with Archie.
 
That’s what Betty wanted to say but nothing came out of her mouth as she stared
misty eyed between Veronica and the two redheads. Somehow the idea of Veronica
going in there with Archie was infinitely worse than Betty doing it. To her
surprise and delight however Veronica protested with a firm no.
 
“Um… I’m not doing this. This game is infantile and pointless. I will not add
to it.”
 
Cheryl’s grin widened.
 
“That’s up to you.” She paused and aimed her next words at Betty while
sauntering around the couch seductively. “But house rules decree the hostess
gets to take your turn.” Betty blanched but didn’t say anything. Her heartrate
was slowly increasing and she didn’t know what to do when a concerned Archie
looked over at her. As much as she didn’t want him in the closet with Cheryl,
she didn’t want him in there with Veronica even more. He must have
misinterpreted her head shake as a no to Cheryl because the next thing she knew
the door to the closet was being shut and she was left all alone to the wolves.
Well mostly Cheryl, but nobody was going to help Betty at this point.
 
“Let’s not stop on their account.” Cheryl continued once the door was fully
closed. “How about we go alphabetically. No objections? Great. Then next up is
you Betty.”
 
Betty stared dumbfounded up at the other girl. “What?”
 
“Spin the bottle.” She said it like she was talking to a kid who was hesitant
to win a prize at the fair, trying to encourage her to partake in the,
festivities. “Unless you need someone else to do it for you. What is that, your
fifth drink? Do try not to get lost anymore than you already are. We wouldn't
want a repeat of last time would we?” Her brown eyes, with their deceivingly
soft texture, shot holes right through Betty’s self confidence. But it also
ignited a fire under the blonde. She reached forward and spun the bottle,
glaring hard at Cheryl the entire time. She wasn’t aware when the bottle
stopped, and she couldn't really hear the chorus of Whoops! That went through
the high schoolers. She did notice the way Cheryl smiled like a cat that got
the cream, noticed those burning eyes wash down her form and back up to her
paled green eyes, noticed how she spoke slowly and deliberately so as to gather
the blonde’s full attention.
 
“It’s on Reggie, Betty. What’ll you do?”
 
The girl in the pink dress snapped to attention. There was no way in hell that
she would willingly go into an enclosed space with a drunk boy from the
football team, especially not Reggie at that. The way he was looking at her
made her blood boil. It made her see a flash of tawny brown hair and a well
executed uppercut her dad had taught her. It made her hand run across her neck,
and she shot Cheryl a glare that said absolutely not him, anyone but him. She
wanted to scream with rage at this stupid party, but what came out of her mouth
was nothing but good old Betty Cooper. Perfect girl next door.
 
“I won’t get into a closet with someone that drunk. It’s irresponsible.”
 
Instead of belittling her like she had expected, the Blossom girl smiled at
her, walked over and pulled her off the couch. With the sudden change, Betty
wobbled and fell right into the shorter girl, though since she didn’t have her
heels on right now and Cheryl did they were about the same height. She shivered
as warm breath and the scent of smoked maple washed over her. A hush whispered
in her ear that was too quiet for those around them to hear.
 
“Then I guess it’s my turn. Come along my little vixen.” She started leading
Betty by the hand to another empty closet and shot back a word to the group
that went missed by the blonde. They ended up in a closet pretty far away from
the party, and when Betty registered the click of the door she pushed herself
as far away from the other girl as she could, stumbling when her knees hit
something. She felt herself surrounded by coats as she leaned against an
unusually high shoe rack and the wall. Undeterred, the redhead encompassed her
with her warmth and sweet smelling perfume, placing one hand on Betty’s waist
and the other cupping her jaw, tilting her chin up to meet her. A red painted
thumb swiped across her lips. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, this was all
happening too fast.
 
“Were- weren't you supposed to go with Reggie?”
 
Cheryl completely ignored her statement.
 
“You look better with your hair down like this Betts, it frames that killer
jawline you hide with those innocent looks. But we both know better than that
don't we.” Cheryl smoldered at the shudder that ran through the blonde, inching
closer as she ran her hands lazily against her hips.
 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What are you doing? Let me go.” Cheryl
turned her head in her hand, taking in the subtle changes that had appeared
within the last year. Once satisfied she let go of Betty’s chin, sliding her
hand to the base of her throat, resting it there easily. Betty flushed, the
gentle touch and compliment throwing her for a loop. Cheryl was still smiling,
tapping rhythmically to the dull thud of the music outside.
 
“We both know I’m not gonna let you out of this closet until our seven minutes
are up. Are you really that afraid of me? Maybe you remember what happened last
time? Despite your adamant denials. You know, Polly talked quite a lot to
Jason, and he talked quite a lot to me, so I know you played the victim. Acting
as though you forgot everything. But tell me Betty, did you forget this?”
 
She lightly ran two fingers over the spot behind Betty’s ear where she had left
her mark. Even though it was completely gone the blonde still quivered under
her touch, eyes fluttering shut, and she couldn’t help herself as she gently
pushed Betty further into the wall possessively.
 
Betty gasped, choking on a whimper that tried to escape her throat. It felt
like Cheryl was sending electrical currents directly into her body and she
didn’t know why. Her body should not be reacting this way, and yet it was. She
was reminded of her dream. The pale skin with the red flame that seemed to
always consume her. A switch flicked in her brain and she was finally able to
connect some dots.
 
“It’s yours.” she choked out.
 
She didn’t know if she meant the dream or the mark but Cheryls smile turned
into a conniving smirk. They were too close, and Betty was overcome with a
sense of entrapment. The anxiety she had finally been able to bury returned to
her in double. This closet was too small, and the only thing she could focus on
was the fiery red hair framing the petite face in front of her.
 
“So you didn’t forget. Good. Do you remember anything else?” There was a tinge
of excitement to her voice as she brought her face closer to Betty’s. The
blonde shook her head vehemently, praying for some reason for the girl to
believe her. “Well that’s a shame.” The redhead pouted but then her eyes lit up
with mischief.
 
“Would you like me to jog your memory?” She didn’t wait for a response as she
pressed her lips onto the youngest Cooper’s.
 
Betty was paralyzed by the tenderness behind the kiss, it really did feel like
a reminder, like a reminder that she and Cheryl had apparently shared a special
moment, and she was obsessively trying to get Betty back onto the same page as
her. Make her remember what had happened that night.
 
It wasn’t exact memories that flooded Betty, but moreso feelings, and a wave of
nausea. She felt excitement at the prospect of anything sexual with the
bombshell, but it was overshadowed by shame and dejection, by pain and the
feeling of being used. She managed to break the kiss and put some distance
between the two of them. This wasn’t right and she couldn't let whatever
happened before happen again. But it was hard. The blown out pupils in
conveying brown eyes were compelling her to buckle under their pressure. They
promised satisfaction and pleasure, but Betty knew better. She knew those eyes
were deceiving, for they also promised a broken and battered body and spirit.
This girl was toxic and if she stayed here another minute she would fall victim
to those poisonous lips. She was panting heavily, and still had a buzz going,
but it all seemed so unreal. She couldn’t be in a closet with Cheryl Blossom.
And there was no way they had ever been this close before. The Vixen had to be
bluffing or lying, it just wasn’t possible. She tried to break out of Cheryls
hold on her but it was like working against stone. The only thing she was able
to do was push the redheads leg in between her thighs. She inhaled sharply and
cursed under her breath.
 
“What did you do to me?” She venomously spewed at the girl pinning her down.
 
“Nothing you didn’t enjoy, Betts.” And true to her word when the timer on
Cheryl's phone went off she backed off the blonde just enough to give her a
choice, run or stay. “Maybe if you're good we could do it again sometime.” she
smirked condescendingly towards Betty.
 
But Betty didn't think twice. She ran, not risking getting caught in the
spider's web. She bolted out of the closet and snagged a couple bottles of beer
for the road, her mind racing. It seemed like the right response at the time.
As she was reaching the entrance to the Pembrooke however, it seemed like a
horrible idea. Smithers let her in, assuming Veronica had made a friend and was
having them over, though he did seem to read right through her at the same
time. He showed her to Veronica’s room and she was left alone in her drunken
stupor till her friend arrived.
 
                                     *****
 
After their seven minutes were up Veronica kept kissing Archie. He surprisingly
wasn’t bad, and as she had stated before, she had never tasted anything Ginger
flavoured. He wasn’t awkward at first like she had expected, but bold and
caring, not trying to push the kiss farther than what Veronica wanted, yet
keeping it spiced up enough that she wasn’t bored. When they did finally pull
apart to leave the closet Veronica was struck by a feeling of regret. She had
had fun and enjoyed herself, But for what? When they walked out to the catcalls
and whistles she looked around to find Betty completely gone. She fully
realized then what they had done. What she had done. Betty really liked Archie,
and she had just stabbed her only friend in the back. She had betrayed Betty’s
trust, and acted like the bitch she was trying not to be. Sure Archie was fun,
but now she felt like shit, and had probably ruined the one good thing in her
life. Betty didn’t deserve this. Didn’t deserve to be hurt by the people she
was close to.
 
“Where’s Betty?” She asked to no one in particular.
 
Cheryl, popping up with slightly mussed hair, responded in a way that made
Veronica think she had something to do with it.
 
“She spiraled and fled. Between us she’s a lot more high strung then she looks.
Makes her high maintenance. Can’t keep your eyes off her too long or she goes
missing, same thing happened last year. You better go find her.”
 
“You, shady bitch.”
 
Veronica glared at Cheryl and all the shade she was throwing around.
Practically running out to find the missing blonde. As the pair left Cheryl
looked after them, genuinely hopping they would be able to find Betty. She
didn’t regret what had transpired in the closet, but she was disappointed that
the girl had fled from her like the plague. Surely whatever had caused Betty to
flee had been a miscommunication or misunderstanding on her part. She had been
certain that a more cautious approach would wield her the best result with the
blonde. She honestly hadn’t expected her to freak out and bolt. Perhaps Betty
had been more inebriated than she anticipated. Nonetheless she’d figure it out.
All in due time. At least she could revel in the aftermath of Veronica also
spazzing. She knew she wasn't wrong to assume the brunette was harboring some
sort of feelings for the younger Cooper, and she couldn’t wait to see what
would happen once she found out Cheryl had more than likely been the first one
to lay claim to the girl next door.
 
Veronica’s mind was all over the place. Where had Betty gone? Was she safe? Was
she still drinking when she left? How long ago did she leave? Where would she
have gone? Would they be able to find her? She felt a sense of dread that this
was all her fault. She should have let Cheryl go in that damn closet. Cheryl,
the girl who had probably pushed Betty over the brink while she was unprotected
and unarmed. Why the redhead seemed to take such a keen interest in hurting the
other girl Veronica would never know, but she was more than certain that she
had something to do with Betty running away. To make matters worse, Archie
seemed just as worried about Betty as she was, if not more. She had to remind
herself that this was Betty’s best friend she was talking to, of course he
would be distraught over this.
 
“Crap, Betty’s cell is off.” Archie sprinted up to Veronica, trying to keep up
with her pace.
 
“I’m getting an uber.”
 
“Can I come with you? We need to find her, I think she was drinking.”
 
Of course his intentions were well founded, but his emotions were clouding his
judgement. Veronica snapped.
 
“What did you tell Betty at the dance, huh? What you told me inside that
closet? Because if you did, then believe me. The last thing Betty wants is us
tracking her down together. We fucked up.”
 
She left Archie to his own devices, and headed straight home. It would do
nobody any good to go on a witch hunt for Betty, especially not at this hour.
She would show up again, whenever she was ready. Worse than the feeling of
having betrayed her trust, Veronica felt the sharp sting of disappointment. She
hadn’t just failed the young blonde, she had disappointed her, failed to meet
her already low expectations. For what felt like the first time in her life,
someone had trusted her and she let them down. When she got home she was
exhausted, her mother was sitting on the couch, reading and drinking a glass of
wine.
 
“You’re home early, does this have anything to do with a certain blonde girl up
in your room?”
 
Veronica was struck speechless. There was a girl up in her room? Blonde? Was
Betty here?
 
“Um, no? Did you say there’s a girl in my room?”
 
“Yeah, Smithers informed me when I got home from my shift. A pretty blonde in a
pink dress he said. Do you know her?”
 
“Oh! Yes, that would be Betty. She, eluded me, at the after party, I guess she
came here.”
 
“Well, alright. So long as it’s not a murdering psychopath, I'm fine with her
being here. It’s good to see you making friends. Is everything alright?”
 
“Yeah, It’s just, I thought I had messed something up but… Maybe not. I’m gonna
go see whats up.”
 
“M’kay, goodnight Ronnie.”
 
She was skeptical as she made her way up the stairs to her room. She wasn’t
sure what was waiting for her upon her arrival. When she opened the door, she
found the main part of her room empty, as was the bathroom. Her bed however was
covered with a girl in a very pink dress, staring up at her ceiling blankly.
 
“Betty?” Veronica began hesitantly, watching as the girl groggily turned her
head to look at her. “Is everything okay?”
 
Betty sat up and motioned Veronica towards here. “Come here. I wanna talk.” The
brunette cautiously stepped in front of the blonde, off put by the light scent
of alcohol. The look in Betty’s eyes was slightly unsettling as well. She
looked wild and ravaged, like she was ready to pounce on Veronica. Her pupils
were blown, and her lipstick was slightly smudged. She cursed the Blossom
family name. This had Cheryl written all over it. So did the faint red lipstick
Betty had failed to wipe off.
 
“Betty, you… Are you okay? You smell like you’ve been drinking, more than Long
Islands. What happened after… you were left alone?” She didn’t want to spook
Betty, but she was worried that something bad had happened. Betty’s eyes
flashed with focus at the question, shining with fire as she scorched Veronica
with a heated gaze. Veronica shivered at the sight.
 
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Betty answered flippantly. She bit her lip
suggestively and glanced at Veronica’s lips. “I’m fine, now come here.”
 
She wasn’t expecting it, and Betty moved so fast she didn’t see it coming. But
suddenly she was being kissed, and the air was flowing out of her lungs.
Betty’s lips were soft but firm, very very firm. Bruising her lips with their
force, and Veronica was surprised with how affluent Betty seemed in all of
this. She was effectively unraveling her, sliding her tongue over Veronica’s
lips before nipping down on them and coming back together with her in full
force. She turned them around and Veronica found herself looking up at her
ceiling fully dazed. She tried to find her words, to stop Betty and ask her
what the hell was going on, but the blonde was on top of her, her full skirt
allowing her much more movement than Veronica’s dress. Their lips crashed
together again and again, and Veronica moaned at the skill Betty was hiding
behind her girl next door persona. She could feel herself flushing at where
this could lead and tried to pull her head to the side and reason with the girl
above her.
 
“Betty as much as I’m really enjoying what you’re doing and where this could
go, I’m concerned and I need you to stop. You just disappeared from the party,
I’m pretty sure you’re drunk, and I know you’re not okay with what happened. We
need to talk about this before we jump into it.”
 
“Fuck talking,” Betty husked out in a gravely voice, thick with arousal, “I
want this. I want you, Veronica Lodge, right here. Right now. Maybe I am mad,
but think of this as your apology. Just let it happen. Let me have this. Let me
have you.”
 
Veronica groaned in protest, her body humming in excitement. Who knew someone
so prim and proper could talk so dirty. But this wasn’t the Betty she knew.
This was drunk and emotional Betty and she had already failed her once tonight,
she wouldn’t do it again. With some effort she was able to flip them over and
she trapped Betty’s hand at the sides of her head, peering down at the lust
crazed drunk girl who was quickly becoming her best friend. She looked
breathtakingly beautiful, but undone. Frazzled and unhinged. This was a
different Betty, and something or someone had caused her to be like this. Most
likely Cheryl, the bitch.
 
“You need to stop Betty. I thought you liked Archie. But if you really want
this with me then wait until you’re sober and not blinded by your lust for an
orgasm. I don't know what happened after me and Archie went into the closet,
and I don't know what's going on inside your head right now, but I won’t let
you do something you’ll regret later. I already let you down tonight, I never
should have left you alone, and I’m sorry. And i shouldn’t have gone into that
closet with Archie, you deserve better than that. I really am sorry, I wish I
could take away whatever it is that’s causing you pain.”
 
“You can,” Betty pleaded, switching so suddenly back to her sweet and timid
self that Veronica was almost certain what she had encountered was some sort of
ghost. At least until Betty finished her sentence. “Just be with me Veronica, I
don't care what happened with you and Archie. Let me ravish your body; show you
how much I’ve forgiven you. I’m not mad about it. But I need this. Please
Ronnie. Help me out. Take me.”
 
“Shit, Betty! Fuuuck!”
 
The sneaky blonde had moved one of her legs in between Veronica’s dress,
thrusting up into her core, dress hitching above her thighs. She gasped and
unceremoniously rolled her hips down onto the provided leg. Moaning when she
made the mistake of looking down. With the angle of her thigh, Betty’s dress
had fallen up and she could see the girls underwear. It was lacy and pink,
looking delicate and ruined with a wet spot forming. Veronica blushed, and
looked back at Betty’s eyes. She couldn’t find any trace of her friend and knew
what she had to do. With great effort she extracted herself from the blonde.
 
“I can’t Betty. Not like this.” She whispered it as she crawled off her body.
Moving across the room to put some distance between them. She crossed her arms,
but couldn't make eye contact “If you want to spend the night you’re more than
welcome, but in one of the guest rooms. I can’t be whatever it is that you need
right now. Sorry, but not not sorry. You'll thank me later.”
 
“Fine, I guess I'll be leaving then.”
 
Betty sat up and straightened herself out, leaving without another word, and
Veronica didn’t try to stop her, she walked like a storm, and left behind a
wake of destruction and brooding. Veronica hoped her friend would be alright.
 
                                     # # #
 
Betty spent the weekend thinking about the party and everything in general.
Archie didn’t like her back the way she had told him she liked him. So they
both felt mutual friendship, but Betty had insisted there was more. She’d have
to fix that. And then there was Veronica, who she was mad at for no apparent
reason. Other than the closet incident she had been a saint, and Betty wasn’t
even that mad about the damn closet. She honestly was relieved that her friend
had been looking out for her, stopping her from making a mistake that she would
regret. She already had one in the form of Cheryl Blossom. Just one more thing
for her to work through. Obviously Cheryl and her had shared a lot during her
party last year. But Betty still didn’t know exactly what they had done. She
didn’t want to ask Cheryl, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
She'd have to confront the beast that made her knees weak and heart erratic. It
was scary but she had to do it. I need answers.
 
She walked to school with Archie, and accepted Veronica’s weird ‘apology’
flowers and chocolate, keeping her eyes out for Cheryl. While her mind was
severely focused on talking to the redhead, Veronica droned on about how Betty
was feeling, and how Betty was soo forgiving, and how Betty needed to be
protected because she didn't know what she wanted, and something must be wrong
because Betty was apparently giving her the cold shoulder. Finally at cheer
practice, Betty snapped.
 
“You don’t know me Veronica. And I don't need you ‘looking out’ for me. I can
handle myself, and I'm fine.”
 
“Look, it’s not my fault that Archie doesn’t like you.” Betty looked
incredulous, where was this coming from? “If, that’s what you’re thinking. It’s
not anyone's fault, that’s just the way it is. Most of the time the people we
like don’t like us back. I'm just trying to help.”
 
Betty was ready to bang her head against the wall. She thought it was obvious
how much she did not like that boy. She wasn’t even angry about Veronica and
the boy.  “God Veronica I don’t care about Archie! You want him so bad go get
him. Just don’t pretend like you’re some harmless butterfly when you’re really
a wasp. I don't need your help.” Jesus fuck what was she saying?
 
Veronica was confused at that and a little indignant. “Jesus Christ Betty are
you for real right now?! Is that what you think I want? After what happened
this weekend!? Look never speak to me again if that's what you want; I'll
accept that. But what exactly, did Archie do wrong?”
 
“I didn’t say anything about Archie! I’m not even mad at him, why are you
taking sides?”
 
“Betty I’m not taking sides. I’m trying to help you figure-”
 
“Then stop treating me like a baby. This is you trying to be friends with me
after you rej-”
 
They had begun speaking over each other and their voices had become obnoxious
hushed whispers. Cheryl would have been pleased to let them continue but this
conversation was one big tangle that was about to be combed over. If the two
kept fighting they’d eventually reach a mutual conclusion, worse they might
meet the correct conclusion; that they weren’t fighting over Archie, but their
miscommunicated feelings for each other. She couldn’t let that heathen sink her
claws into Betty. She hung up on Josie and rushed into the fray.
 
“The Pussycats are in. Oh, I’m sorry ladies, am I interrupting?”
 
“Yes so butt out-” “No, you’re not.” Veronica and Betty interjected at the same
time.
 
“Actually, I was about to come and find you Cheryl.” Betty continued, shocking
Veronica and pleasing Cheryl. “I have a gift certificate for hers-and-hers
mani-pedis and blowouts at Chez Salon. Do you wanna come with me?”
 
“Don’t do this.” Veronica said as Cheryl smugly put her in check. She had won
this round, but Veronica came to win the war. She would not be outdone by this
privileged white girl.
 
“Butt out, closet monster.” Cheryl spoke victoriously, “You have forfeited your
right to take the high and mighty road.” She smiled back at the blonde. “As
pour moi, Betty, but of course, I never say no to a pedi. And I was just about
to suggest the same thing.” she felt exhilarated watching Veronica’s figurative
tail slide between her legs as victory was conceded to her. “Can I steal her
for a second ?” She drove the nail into the coffin, letting Veronica feel the
sting of rejection. It felt good to win. She took Betty's willing hand and they
made their way out of the gym. She’d even dare to say she was proud at the look
Betty withered the brunette with. She was unaware that the blonde could gloat.
Though it was more childish than anything; Betty’s way of saying haha! I
won.She smiled to herself and lead the blonde to a secluded storage room.
 
“What’re we doing in here?” Betty asked, perplexed.
 
“We're getting you away from that she demon who was clearly upsetting you. I
have to keep my Vixens functioning properly, I hope that little spat isn't
anything I should be concerned about.” Cheryl looked into Betty’s eyes
earnestly. Stormy green meeting soft brown. And she hoped her worry was
conveyed precisely. She wasn't good at sharing her feelings without stabbing a
few weak spots in the process. But she really did want to know if Betty was
okay. She cursed her inability to speak without any hint of malice in her
voice. “Should I be concerned, Betty?”
 
The blonde scoffed. “I honestly don't think you or your family are capable of
feeling anything other than hatred and spite. But I’d love to see you try. And
don’t worry about Veronica and I, it’s none of your business. Just leave it
alone.”
 
Cheryl bristled despite herself. “That’s low, even for you, Cooper. All of the
Vixens are my responsibility, so it is my business to know what’s going on.”
She paused, smirking at the way Betty was fidgeting. “I didn’t realize I riled
you up so much. Do tell, Betty, am I making you, uncomfortable? Nervous
perhaps?” she took a step forward, forcing the blonde up against an old table.
 
Betty blushed at what Cheryl was insinuating. “I - you don’t. I’m not riled
up.” She swallowed. It was suddenly very hot in here and she could feel the
blood rushing in her ears.
 
“You’re still a terrible liar, Betty.” Cheryl stepped closer, pinning the other
girl to the table, one hand on the dusty surface and the other grazing
nonsensical circles around the strip of exposed flesh under Betty's shirt. The
blonde's breath hitched and Cheryl leaned forward, dropping her voice to a
dangerous level. “Now.” She brought her hand from the table and twirled it in a
loose blonde strand. “Answer my question. Why are you and Betty Boop out there
arguing like an old married couple? Did you get into a spat this weekend? Will
it continue to affect the unity of my team? I don’t need you distracted Betty.”
Not by anyone but me.
 
“It’s nothing, Cheryl.” She couldn't meet the other girl's eyes, a strange
sense of shame washing over her. “Don’t worry about it. She’s not… It was just
a misunderstanding. But, I understand now. Um, no… distractions... there.” Her
eyes fluttered down to Cheryls tantalizing lips, a hum escaping the redhead’s
mouth, brown orbs lingering along her face. Betty swallowed again. She was so
close to her, the hand rubbing circles on her skin calming, and somehow
affectionate, melting her like butter. She could see the light layer of makeup
along Cheryls face and the dust floating around the room made it feel like they
were in an old film noir. It felt so surreal to be here, like this, with
someone who she was certain would sooner throw her under the bus than save her
from it. The hand spinning in her hair stilled, cupping her cheek, and her
breath stopped when Cheryl leaned closer. Why am I like this around you? Why
does logic fly out the window when you're so close?
 
“Tell me to stop,” Cheryl said, tilting Betty’s head to meet hers. “Tell me to
stop, and I will.”
 
A shiver went through Betty and she nearly swooned. Cheryl was acting so
different. Everything she was doing was soft and tender, a total contrast to
when they were in the closet, it even felt different than the first time. Just
as possessive, but less, hostile. Not quite so angry. She said nothing as Red
lips met hers. Their tentative embrace surprised her. The kiss was controlled
and calculated, Cheryl mindfully guiding the speed and force of it. She was
being so gentle, as if Betty was made of glass. Kissing her like she was a
precious jewel to be prized. Breathless and panting, Betty pulled away. She
wiped at the lipstick left on her lips with a shaky hand.
 
“What - why did you do that?”
 
She was terribly confused. She knew Cheryl was playing at something, she just
didn't know what. But the way she felt right now was incredible, her lips were
on fire and warmth spread through her body. She wanted to kiss Cheryl again but
she was too conflicted. The girl in question simply stood there, tracing a
finger along Betty's jawline, humming thoughtfully, swiping away a spatter of
lipstick that Betty had missed.
 
“Because I want you to be focused. And I won't let anything else distract you.
Now, let's go get those pedicures.” She squeezed the blonde’s hip and grabbed
her hand again, taking her out to her car and off to their appointment.
 
                                     *****
 
Later, while they were sitting in her room, Betty got that same sickly feeling
from before. It happened when Cheryl accused her sister of killing Jason. Her
room and everything around her zeroed down to the redhead and the way she was
acting like she owned the place. Picking up this and that, and purposely moving
things around on her dresser. Even the way she had been applying makeup to her
face irked her. Righteous fury moved her off the bed and right into Cheryl’s
personal space.
 
“Get out!” The sound of her own voice startled her, and Cheryl must have picked
up on it.
 
“Excuse me?” Cheryl raised an eyebrow. She was more amused than worried, and
this just made Betty angrier.
 
“Get the fuck out of my house before I kill you Cheryl.” Betty felt menacing,
and she had never felt more nauseous. She tried her best to keep glaring, but
Cheryl wasn't having it. The redhead smirked devilishly and set a hand on
Betty’s shoulder. The taller girl flinched back, expression quickly shifting
from anger to concern. She cursed under her breath and Cheryl pushed forward,
slowly walking Betty back to the bed, forcing her to sit, and straddling her
lap; hand never leaving its perch. Cheryl’s demeanor flipped from soft and
carrying to cold and vengeful within about three steps.
 
“that was a cute attempt smurfette, but stick to what you're good at. Putting
that little mouth of yours to good use.”
 
A red painted thumbnail swept down freshly glossed lips, and Betty’s breath
hitched. A fire blazed in Cheryl’s eyes. And she leant down. Capturing the
blonde’s face with a hand and berating her mouth with a kiss.
 
“Now apologize to me. I won't tolerate insubordination.”
 
“What?! No, that's ridiculous. You don't own me. I'm not your property Cheryl.
Get out.”
 
Yet, I don't own you yet.Cheryl gripped Betty’s face with her forefinger and
thumb, turning her face up and straddling her in the process.
 
“Wrong answer. Let's try again with a question. Are your parents home?”
 
Betty didn't answer but began to pull away, snatching her face from the harsh
grasp. She couldn't believe the audacity of this girl. Demanding an apology
when she was the one being rude. When she was the one who continuously
tormented her. Betty tried to lean back but Cheryl stayed on her as she fell,
ending up with the redhead leering above her. Her heart skipped a beat at the
sudden sight. Red cascaded over her, blocking out the world around them. She
didn’t know why but in that moment Cheryl looked ten times less intimidating,
even with the scowl on her face and the vice like grip she put back on Betty’s
jaw. In fact like this, Cheryl almost looked cute. Innocent even. Her features
softened by the orange haze shining through her crimson tresses. It was all
very confusing and she tried to stay mad. But she was stunned into silence by
the sight, no longer squirming under the other girl. The image was shattered,
however, by a forceful kiss and a lingering pressure on Betty’s throat. Her
eyes went wide. Cheryl was choking her! But, it wasn’t completely
uncomfortable, or foreign for that matter. On the contrary Betty felt herself
flush, a rush running down her body and filling her with heat. She gasped and
looked into intense brown eyes, breathing heavily. Her heart erratically
thrumming in her chest.
 
“I’m waiting, Cooper.”
 
Cheryl almost sounded just as breathless as Betty felt, and the blonde would
hate to admit it but she got a little lost in those brown orbs. As much as she
was scared shitless, she felt safe in this little cocoon of hair. She felt like
she was flying, maybe a little light headed, and she stared up at Cheryl with
bleary eyes. Her heart was beating sporadically, and she could feel a rush of
blood to her head. She couldn't even remember why she was angry to begin with.
The world was zooming in on Cheryl's petite face, brightening her while the
corner of Betty’s vision speckled. Is this what they call seeing stars? Tunnel
vision? What is this?
 
“Shit!”
 
All of a sudden air was rushing back through Betty’s lungs, the hand at her
throat retreating and expressive eyes looking back at her. Hands flitting about
her face, turning her head this way and that. A smile formed on her lips, her
dead dizy. Maybe Cheryl did care after all. It was wiped away when she felt the
sharp sting of a hand across her face. Expressive eyes now burned with
suppressed anger. Or lust? Betty wasn’t good at telling the difference with the
redhead. She swallowed hard. Whichever it was she seemed to be in trouble for
something or other.
 
“Stay focused Betty, you almost passed out, jeez. Things like that you have to
let me know about. If I’m pressing too hard, or right on your windpipe, tap my
knee or something, god. It’s like you’re completely useless. Now answer my damn
question. Are your parents here?”
 
Betty just shook her head no, quickly chastised, trying to keep another smile
off her face. Cheryl hadn’t really demanded so much as asked Betty to keep her
informed. Like she was slightly thrown off center. Like she wanted to make sure
Betty was alright. Like she actually cared. It warmed her heart in an odd way,
the feeling new and unexpected. “I’m fine.” She blurted out before she could
stop herself, trying to convince Cheryl that she hadn’t crossed any solid
lines. Definitely many others, but Betty couldn’t bring herself to care about
them right now. She kinda just wanted to kiss Cheryl again. What was wrong with
her? Wasn't she mad about something?
 
Cheryl smirked. Playing with stray strands of blonde hair to distract herself
and straighten out her thoughts. “Will they be coming around anytime soon?”
Betty nodded no. “Good.” She leant back down and took Betty’s bottom lip in her
own, drawing out a surprised hum. She let herself linger for a second, just
letting the blonde feel her light but sure presence. When she felt Betty relax
she swiftly grazed her teeth against her bottom lip, pulling it up before
forcing it back down and sucking on it seductively. She drew out a moan and
when she pulled back the blonde chased her, causing Cheryl to smile. Betty’s
eyes were closed, but she could tell there was still a trace of hesitance
lingering in her mind. Now wasn’t the time to tease and toy. It was time to
seduce, so Cheryl took the wanting lips with hers and tilted her head to get a
better angle, pulling back every so often to give the other girl a breath. Each
time their lips met there was more. More heat, more want, more teeth, more
tongue.
 
Cheryl nipped at Betty’s lips, soothing them over with her tongue and soft
kisses, then nipping again and pulling back with them between her teeth. She
forced Betty’s mouth opened like this, bruising and pushing her way inside.
Nothing less than dominating. Up and down, and everywhere in between. Sliding
her tongue in and around; over lips and teeth. Swirling her tongue against the
warm muscle rising up to meet hers. It wasn’t the sexiest thing she’d done, nor
was it the cleanest, there was saliva running between the two girls mouths like
snot runs from a kids nose. But she got her point across, and she could feel
Betty melting against her. Becoming putty in her hands.
 
With the initial introduction of tongue the blonde’s system had seemed to stall
for a second, her jaw just hung open not doing anything. Cheryl pulled back to
planting kisses on and around her mouth until Betty shifted up and smashed
their faces back together, nearly swallowing the redheads tongue as she sucked
it into her mouth.
 
Cheryl groaned and took the opportunity to keep Betty distracted as she snaked
a hand up the blonde’s shirt, roaming along the curve of the blonde’s body
until her fingertips grazed over the underside of her bra. Betty gasped,
arching her back while Cheryl’s name tumbled passed her lips. She moaned when
she felt a flood of wetness soak her panties. Sparks blazed up her spine,
sharpening her senses even more. She was hyper aware of everything happening to
her. The hand in her hair, tugging to get her head at the right angle. The lips
on her mouth, taunting her, consuming her. The hand slowly, agonizingly,
twisting her nipple through the fabric of her bra. And most importantly the
gloriously solid thigh steadily rocking into her core. It was driving her
crazy. And she needed more.
 
“Cheryl…” Betty whimpered, “I…”
 
Cheryl yanked the blonde’s hair back in her fist, interrupting her. Taking
advantage of Betty’s state of distress. “Apologize.”
 
“What?” Betty was dumbfounded, too far gone to process a what Cheryl meant.
 
Cheryl growled, raking her hands down Betty’s skin, leaving behind angry marks.
“Apologize. Now!”
 
Betty yelped at the sheer pain, taking it like a bucket of ice.
 
“What? Apologize for what?” she inquired frantically, searching brown eyes for
an answer. She didn't think she'd done anything wrong. Cheryl however,
sputtered at the response, and replied disingenuously. Almost distractedly. Not
expecting such earnest compliance.
 
“How about the insubordination, you sow. Or perhaps, the complete and utter
disrespect; threatening my life when I’m merely attempting to figure out who
murdered my brother. And maybe your ungratefulness. How many times have we been
in this sort of situation, and how many times have I been on the receiving end?
Hmm let’s think, None?  There’s also your incompetence and stupidity.” Your
obliviousness to literally everyone trying to get in your pants? I.e Veronica?
And how about the way you've ignored my flirtations! So rude. “Take your pick.
It’s like I’m the only one trying here, Barbie.”
 
Betty blinked up at the redhead. She was always so succinct and calloused, but
Cheryl was randomly rambling, and the usual bite to her tone was missing. Her
eyes flitted about the room. She seemed slightly unsure of herself. As though
she didn’t think this far ahead. But, Cheryl always thought ahead. Upon closer
inspection Betty noticed a faint blush gracing the redhead’s face. She was
flustered! Betty suppressed a smirk by clearing her throat. Heat spread across
her cheeks however, when Cheryl directed her attention back to her, and she
cleared her throat again, suddenly a little self conscious. Her feelings at
that moment were so very confusing. While she felt bad for obviously offending
Cheryl in some way, she was also unsure if an apology was really in order.
Taking all previous interactions into consideration, Betty honestly felt she
was due an apology, not the other way around. But then she remembered the way
Cheryl had been acting differently lately. How she had come off as softer
recently, her insults towards Betty lacking the raw hatred they had had before.
Maybe Cheryl was at least trying, like she had so claimed. And Betty had tried
to threaten her life - though unsuccessfully. Perhaps Betty should just be the
bigger person and say sorry. But there was still a part of her screaming not to
until figure out the other girl's motive for being so non aggressive, and a
part of her that was insulted by the girl's presumptuousness. Something just
didn't feel right. Thinking about it though, Betty realized she wouldn’t get
anywhere if she didn’t make amends, so with a deep breath she took the plunge,
conjuring up as much sincerity as she could muster.
 
“Cheryl… I’m sorry.” It was short and simple. Exactly what Cheryl had asked
for. The redhead stared hard at the blonde. Her brow steadily furrowing
together. Her eyes shined and her jaw clenched. She honestly was lost in their
continued interactions. She hadn’t been expecting any of this today and she
cursed herself for being so unprepared. It would have been so much easier if
Betty had forced her out, or continued to deny her. and treat her the way
Cheryl was treating her. But no, of course Betty was a saint and tried to make
her feel better. It was infuriating. It made the blonde impossibly more
attractive. And it made Cheryl feel like a complete and utter Bitch. ‘No, I’m
sorry,’ is what she wanted to say back. She wanted to fuck away any
miscommunications and worship the body beneath her. See what Betty would feel
and taste like under her domanering touch. But her pride and her self respected
reputation wouldn’t allow her to. Such a blatant recognition of one's own
faults and emotions was weak. Her mother had told her that. And Blossom’s were
Not weak.
 
The synapses in her mind couldn't keep up with the pistons running in her
heart. So she fell back on what she was most comfortable with - being a
complete and utter asshole/bitch. She slammed down on the fleeting feelings
that had been stirred up within her, and her face became nothing but a
determined rock of rage and spite. She bared her teeth and growled, yanking
Betty’s head to an unrealistic angle and latching onto the spot she had marked
before. All traces of warmth and mercy vanished from her as she brought blood
to the surface of delicate flesh. Breaking the skin and tasting iron on the
back of her tongue. With no acknowledgement to the cry of pain she yanked the
pink sweater over the blonde’s head, nearly ripping it off the girl.
 
“That’s not enough.” Cheryl hissed with a hot breath into Betty’s ear. She
unfastened the girl’s zipper and forcefully maneuvered her hand down skintight
pants. Rolling the pads of her fingers against wet heat as she pinched the
blonde's clit. She kept Betty pined down with her toned body and choked her out
with her free hand while she toyed with the her entrance. Betty for her part
tried to remain limp and pliable. But it was getting harder to stay still as
Cheryl skillfully unwound her. Betty’s vision was blurring again, but this time
Cheryl showed no hint of stopping or caring. So fighting against a lack of
oxygen and an unbearable pleasure cascading through her body, Betty raised a
shaky hand and double tapped the top of Cheryl’s knee.
 
She stopped immediately. Her hand stilling and the other completely dropping
from Betty’s throat. The blonde gasped and coughed as air filled her abused
lungs. The redhead slumped onto a shoulder and panted against bare skin, stuck
between feeling disconsolate and relieved. Unadulterated anger definitely
corsed in her veins, but there was also a heap of frustration. The way she
wanted things to pan out with Betty never seemed to happen. There was always
something missing, or something in the way. It was just never right. Never felt
whole. The pieces of the puzzle just didn’t fit. No matter which way she turned
them. That was what was frustrating. But she couldn’t identify the reason
behind her anger. She knew it wasn’t because of Betty, but she couldn’t
pinpoint the origin of the feeling. She didn’t try to tamper it, but let it
ride in her words like venom into a wound.
 
“You want me to accept your pithy apology? Show some fucking backbone. Grow a
pair. Put your big girl pants on. And step it up at cheer practice. Let me see
what you’ve actually got. Show me interest. And if you really wanna make it up
to me, be at my house at 11 pm on Halloween, not a minute early and not a
minute late. Only then will I acknowledge that lame ass excuse of an apology.”
 
She extracted her hand from Betty’s pants and wiped it off on the bed sheets
before finding and shoving Betty’s shirt back in her face. She didn’t say
another word as she got up and left, straightening herself up as headed out the
front door. While she was backing out of the driveway she noticed Mr. And Mrs.
Cooper arriving home. They both looked at her in aghast while they passed each
other, and Cheryl felt an unusual pang in her chest, something close to
discomfort and the feeling she had when she learned Jason was actually dead.
She would have normally stared them down, maybe given them an innocent smile,
but she avoided eye contact and headed straight home. The weird feeling in her
chest lingering well into the night and the next few days. It wasn't until
Halloween that she was able to figure it out.
Chapter End Notes
     It's Guilt Cheryl. It's fucking guilt cuz you're a conniving little
     asshole.
     I'm so sorry this took so long. I love all of your supporting asses
     and all the comments. This thing is gonna be WAAAAAAAAY longer than I
     anticipated. I kinda wanna make it over 50k words but we'll see how
     it goes. No promises on how quickly the next chapter will be out.
     Stay tuned to see the events of Jason's funeral and the events of
     Halloween.
     It's sex. Both times it's sex.
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