RADIANTLY WRONG chapter update;
It always felt invigorating to ride my bike. It still does. But last night, when I wore my serpent jacket, I felt…alive. Like I could hear my heart for the first time. But now, riding home, not feeling the slight stiffness of the patch, the distant smell of alcohol and cigarettes—not from me, by the way—it felt…different. Wrong. I missed it so badly that when I had it, I didn't want to let it go. But now that it's gone…I'm not the same without it.
As I drove to Marybeth's house, I felt my phone ring in my pocket. But I was already late, so I ignored it, and kept driving. It rang again when I pulled up at the curb. I sighed, and then answered it as I made my way to the porch. "Hey, Arch, what's up?"
"Hey, Jughead, Dad, FP, and I are going to have dinner at Pop's tonight. Wanna come?" he asked, hopeful, but doubtful.
"No thanks, Arch. I'm actually going to study with some friends tonight. But maybe next time?" I asked, as I stepped up to the door. He sighed, clearly disappointed. I could tell he was perturbed by it, and the uncomfortable silence to ensue was deafening. "What?" I asked, confused.
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