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@cooperdcrling gets a mostly winging it starter.

“Hey, Betty.” Helena says, offering a smile to her classmate and friend, holding her lunch tray in her hands. “Do you mind if I sit down?” It’s weird to not be with Luke, but since they’ve ended up here, she’s been seeing him less and less. Which makes sense, given that he’s part of the Guard, but she can’t help feeling untethered from her classmates as a result of this. Which is why she gravitates to Betty here in the cafeteria. A familiar face.

[murderselfies]

plotted starter for: Betty Cooper.

After the butt-load of trouble Reggie had gotten himself into by selling Jingle Jangle to the students of Riverdale High, his parents decided it was best he make up for his poor decisions by writing an exposé for the Blue and Gold on why drugs were not to be taken lightly. As editor, Reggie was assigned under Betty’s supervision as he settled into the newsroom in an over-sized varsity hoodie to hide the bruises on his arms and back, as well as a pair of sunglasses to conceal the shiner under his right eye. His mother may have been disappointed enough to make him do this extracurricular, but his father was livid. And when Marty Mantle gets angry, people get hurt. Mainly Reggie. He’d never let his mom get hit; no matter how many times she’s stood idly by when he’s the one taken the blows.

“I don’t even get why I have to do this. It’s retarded.” Principle Weatherbee warned him not to speak in that matter when he threw a fit in the principal’s office and said similar things. It’s what earned him an extra lick by his father before he was sent to the newsroom. But what sucked the most dicks was the fact that they took his car away from him. Now he was forced to take the bus everywhere like some low level commoner. “How about you write this thing for me? In return for your services, I can get you high.” he grinned, removing the sunglasses to lean back in his chair and kick up his feet. He needed to be relaxed. “We got a deal?”

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❝ betty’s coming. scram... ❞ reggie’s bewildered expression would’ve earned him a well deserved chuckle, but today veronica means business; she attempts to shove reggie away from the courtyard table until he gets the message and makes himself scarce, and veronica -- with that pearly smile and lightheartedness she reserves only for the girl next door -- slides over to the other end of the table. ❝ for a moment i almost thought you would ditch me for your serpent tatted beau. i should’ve known better than to fret; you never fail me, betty cooper. ❞

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“  I am sure.” he stated, voice full of confidence and determination but icy hues still eyeing the burger which was so close to them but yet so far, being served to another table. “ I am done.  I won’t order another one. We can go home.”  Home. A  definition that perfectly fit her old room which happened to be his new one.

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You usually DON’T want to fuck with the kids that work in the newspaper. They got something about vendettas that carry along with them, something that makes it seem like if you even get one fucking thread out of order on their perfect Oxford shirts, they’ll haunt you for the rest of their fucking lives. Not like they don’t got anything better to do, it’s more like they’re on the kind of drugs that get them going for hours and hours and hours. Yeah, she’s sold a few drugs to Betty Cooper, but only the kind that make you fiercer, make you alert. And in return she gets a handful of threats and that look on her face where it looks like the porcelain in her grin’s about to snap and it kind of fucking freaks Rue out if she’s being honest, but she only ever laughs about it later.

Betty’s not at these kinds of parties usually, so seeing her here is kind of a trip. Her nervous glasses enough to scream to the room that she doesn’t feel like she belongs, and not in the way that Kat used to look before she started fucking everyone who even spoke to her (well, all the more power to you) but in the kind of way that Lexi looked sometimes, adrift amongst the crowd that didn’t see her when her sister was in the room. Only Betty’s sister’s a fucking looney and got carted off a while ago, same way her dad’s a fuck up and was killed last year, so, yeah, maybe it makes sense that she’s here, now that Rue thinks about it.

“You uh... looking for some company or something?” awkwardness is her middle name, it shows in her jerky movements, her rapidly blinking eyelids that betray that fact that she’s at least on something, though she’d struggle to tell you what. Something that she lifted out of the Howard’s bathroom last week, somehow kept in reserve until this moment, when she’d just GROUND IT ALL UP and done the lines off of someone’s paperback copy of fucking Pride and Prejudice. Homework assignment, unfinished. “Kinda looks like you didn’t come with anybody.” a little bit like her, even though she’s still officially Casper to everyone here, their discomfort with her apparent resurrection now that she’s out of rehab apparent. 

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Sometimes when she’s high it feels as if the world’s soaked through to the bones - drenched in glitter and freedom, a sense that everything’s going to be alright. For a moment, she isn’t Toni Topaz, there’s no ties to this earthly planet, no responsibilities to a girl that’s more an idea in a novel than she is a girlfriend, no thoughts to cherry lip gloss, to leather jackets, no fear for the survival that haunts her at every turn. For a moment, everything’s a trip, glorious and ragged, it’s just her, her friends, that joy that comes from the release, how they can all just SMILE and have a good time, no thought to gang loyalty, to schoolwork, to the pressures that are waiting for them all back home, or the best thing that resembles it.

Maybe she ought to feel bad for getting Betty Cooper to smoke that joint, to LIVE A LITTLE as she says with a sinner’s smile, and a saint’s promise that nothing will happen to her. And nothing will, not when she’s around, her fingers wound up in gold and wheat, with her words breathy, tired, as they relax against a ratty couch in the basement of this associate of hers with ill repute but the best molly, as she glares, blearily, at those passing, preferring to feel that this is their ship, and they’re off, off, gone from this time, this place. 

Cooper can be fun when she wants to be, not that she is, often - wonders if that’s because of her mother, or maybe it’s because she’s gone. How she’s seen her dad fucking die this year, not that she’ll talk about it, not even now as she grins up at her, happier than she’s seen her in ages, even as Betty whispers that she’s like, so pretty, and Toni can only laugh about it because the other girl’s a fucking PUDDLE at the moment. “You’re high.” words dripping with the smile that she shouldn’t be wearing, pushing her hair back, idly, not that Betty notices - her eyes fluttering shut with an exhaustion that lets her know that the high’s blended into her sinew almost too well, Toni, left trying to shift so that the other girl’s more comfortable as she drifts off, despite the thump of the bass through the floor, the buzz of everyone talking around them.

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“you okay?” (Chuck)

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accepting

Admittedly, Betty was the last person Chuck expected to be concerned about him and to check on him. He glanced back at her, nodding slowly. “Yeah, I’m alright.” He said gently, turning his body to more comfortably face her. “Just, y’know. Reflecting and shit, I guess.”