The Hidden Southsider

Part 31:

C = Cheryl, B = Betty 

C: Hi!

B: Hello...

C: Don't worry, I'm nice.

B: That's the scary part.

C: *chuckles* You're funny.

C: So I don't know if Jughead told you, but you have to go to cotillion.

C: My parents require it.

C: If they didn't I wouldn't go.

B: Aren't you supposed to love that kinda thing?

C: Maybe, but I don't.

B: You don't have a boyfriend I don't think, who are you dancing with.

C: Kevin.

B: Isn't he like gay?

C: Yeah, and I'm a lesbian.

B: That makes sense.

C: What about you?

B: I don't know.

C: Any ideas?

B: Not a jock or nerd.

C: You know nerds don't really exist here.

B: I can give you names.

C: Okay, well we're not supposed to call them that.

C: Not everythings that cliche.

B: It kinda is here.

C: You're kinda not wrong.

B: *chuckles a little*

C: Do you wanna go with Jughead?

B: No.

C: Why? Wouldn't you prefer him over some stranger?

B: He is a stranger.

C: Weren't you guys like best friends ten years ago?

B: Eleven, but who's counting.

C: You are.

B: I'm good at math.

C: Look, the majority of guys here are jerks. They might not all seem it, but they all want one thing. I think you can guess what it is.

B: Why do you think I ruled jocks out?

C: Good call, but Jughead's not like most guys here. You may be able to find a guy like Jughead, but they're few and far between.

B: I'm not basing who I want off Jughead.

C: If you want a good guy, then you should be.

B: *sighs*