@whiskeypores L I K E D for a starter ! ! !
the word ‘rivalry’ could have been tattooed on cheryl blossom’s skin- and it still wouldn't be able to represent the rush she feels whenever she’s face-to-face with someone she wants to take down. the first time she had crossed paths with alyssa she almost didn’t look back. but it was the hair. it was her goddamn hair that made cheryl do a double-take. (and she DOES NOT give a second glance to just anyone) for as long as she could remember, she could count on her manicured tips how many redheads resided in riverdale.
this one was new- and cheryl was not often a fan of change.
her painted lips were pressed together in a smug smirk. little prickles of excitement jolting through her veins. she looked the intruder up and down with a raised brow,
❝ you must be alyssa! ❞ she sticks a hand out stiffly, her smile growing wider as her tone remains sickeningly sweet, ❝ my name is cheryl blossom. what hole did you crawl out of to end up here in riverdale ? ❞
