#thebetscooper

[gingvrstallion]

     it had felt like he had lost his left arm for the last few days without betty by his side. he would have reached out sooner to her, but he didn’t want to be overly annoying. she had been hurt by his stupid actions and he knew after their little time apart, that she would surely be alright now. maybe the feelings wouldn’t go away, but he just wanted to be forgiven. he just wanted to be next to his best friend again. he had been lonely as of late after all. he knew knocking on the front door wasn’t any good, alice cooper turned into a guard dog when archie andrews was concerned. she was stern and beyond protective which he of course, didn’t mind. but archie was harmless. he wasn’t going to do anything. except beg for forgiveness from betty. archie also knew that texting her wasn’t good enough. they were close enough where that seemed stupid. it didn’t seem like it was enough.

     grabbing his huge notebook, he quickly climbed onto his bed and grabbed a marker. thank god he had something this big, otherwise he knew this wouldn’t work. he saw this in some music video, surely it was charming enough for archie to pull off. swallowing as he held the marker in his left hand, he let his eyes scan across the paper before beginning to write ‘i miss you’ on the page, ensuring to take his time with it considering it was his less-dominant hand and he hadn’t really trained it like he probably should have been doing. it must have took him about five minutes to write those eight letters, making them big and bold. and to top it off, he drew a heart next to it all, adding a smiley face. thankfully though, he spotted betty’s light turn on from the corner of his eye and immediately hopped up from his bed, moving to grab his torch from the corner of his room that he had from planning his camping trip with jughead from last summer.

     he was practically begging that this would work, hoping that it would win over betty’s heart like he thought it would. he could have sworn he knew the girl like the back of his hand, but he also knew this would surely test if he knew betty cooper like he thought he did. he pointed the torch her way, signalling at her by flashing the light as quickly as he could. he didn’t even wait to see her face by the window before holding the sign underneath his face, hoping she’d see it so he didn’t have to shine the light at the cooper house again. “c’mon, betty.. look out the window.”

@thebetscooper

[tantriclimits-a]

@thebetscooper  - RIVERWOOD HIGH, SATURDAY MORNING 8:31 AM

As if her week couldn’t get any worse, Brooke was sentenced to five Saturday’s in detention. It would have been ten had her dad, the Mayor, not vouched for her, claiming she had other priorities to tend to that were much more productive. Saturday’s were often to devoted to horseback riding through the valley in the morning, ballet in the afternoon, and whatever party was happening that night. Brooke didn’t know what to expect when she walked into school that morning (escorted to an empty classroom by Penelope Blossom herself to ensure she was fulfilling her punishment.) “I would highly recommend you behave yourself, Miss Maddox. You never know who’s watching.” On cue, the red-haired Sataness eyed the camera hanging above the classroom door, monitored by a security guard at all hours in her office.

Brooke couldn’t help rolling her eyes and mumbling “bitch” as Mrs. Blossom walked away. The only other person occupying the classroom as Brooke walked in was Betty Cooper and Ryan Millman, one of the photographers for their school’s yearbook and newspaper. Everyone knew that Betty Cooper was seen as the epitome of the perfect student. She didn’t belong in Saturday detention. Which only made Brooke suspicious as to why the other blonde was hold up at school on the weekend. Was her life that boring and sad at home that she’d rather spend her time holed up in some dirty old classroom that reeked of male testosterone and rotten feet? The rotten feet part, Brooke later blamed on Ryan’s open bag of white cheddar cheez-its. Brooke had to force herself not to gag as she walked over to them, getting a closer look at the board they were working on. It looked like the murder board Sheriff Acosta showed Quinn when Brooke accompanied her dad to the sheriff’s office a few days ago to drop off some pamphlets. “I’d ask what you two are doing but something tells me the answer will only bore me. Granted, -- I will ask what you’re both doing here at school on a Saturday? Don’t you have anything better to do?” With a saucy smirk, Brooke crossed her arms over her chest and sat on one of the desktops as she awaited for either; Betty or Ryan’s response.