RIVERDALE
'Beneath it all runs the flood of blood, and it will drown all sinister liars in its way.'
In the solemn town of Riverdale, a greater evil has been brewing for years, and a clueless yet cold-blooded girl with a runaway father i...
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TWELVE in the room we were almost lovers. . .
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"GREEN IS THE COLOR OF GREED, OF MISTRUST, AND PERHAPS OF LOVE AS WELL."
Unlike where she had sat weeks before, her last time at Pop's, Adalia was surrounded by a group she had grown to admire. (Though, the addition of Veronica was something she had never been behind.) Perturbed were her thoughts when the raven was concerned and even more so when she saw how she followed their star football player like a lost puppy.
The close proximity of Betty and Jughead did not go unnoticed by Adalia, who was seething at the sight of the two sitting together. Her hands had never craved the warmth of Betty's more than they had then, and this became a growing conflict for her pretty little mind. Whenever his lips grazed her ear, she felt as if her heart would jump out of her chest, and Adalia was indefinitely jealous.
"The Drive-In closing is just one more nail in the coffin that is Riverdale — no, forget Riverdale," said Jughead, speaking with his hands for emphasis as his eyes made contact with those sat at the table, "in the coffin of the American dream. As the godfather of indie cinema, Quentin Tarantino, likes to say—"
Adalia groaned, placing her head on Jughead's shoulder and consequently bringing Betty's attention to her alongside Kevin and Veronica's. She hugged his arm and warned, "If I hear one more Tarantino reference from you, I'll fry you like one of those From Dusk Till Dawn vampires."
"There are so many things wrong with that sentence I don't even know where to begin," he retaliated, receiving a pinch from the girl hooked onto his elbow.
"In this age," Veronica began, almost immediately prompting a roll of eyes from Adalia, "of Netflix and VOD, do people really want to watch a movie in a car? I mean, who even goes there?"
Kevin answered automatically, "People who want to buy crack."
"—and cinephiles and car enthusiasts," Jughead added, acting as if his dialogue was making their argument any easier on him. When he noticed how Adalia was slowly dozing off, he nudged her and continued with a final "And Adalia!"
She furrowed her brows. "I've only gone twice and that was to watch Breakfast at Tiffany's with you."
"It counts," he responded pointedly.
Veronica tilted her head, sending Adalia a curious smile as she asked, "You like Audrey Hepburn?"
That question brought a wave of sirens to Adalia's ears, her mind having twisted it to a power move of trying to one-up her. A troublesome system it was, living in the mind of a borderline narcissistic girl that occasionally smoked cancer machines. No matter what, she had set her brain to a default setting, one that sought out threats lingering in the air.
