shirtless

INTRODUCTION

IN A MATTER OF JUST FIVE MINUTES

OCTAVIA had many bad habits. Forgetting to do the dishes, leaving a candle burning after she's left. But this one had to top it all. And by top, she really meant shirt.

So Octavia liked to steal the football players shirts, big deal.

Well, it wasn't a big deal until she was caught in the act...but that's not the point.

Octavia Cates was as normal as a person could get in Riverdale, pretty okay grades, pretty okay family and pretty okay life. Her only unnoticeable fault was her fetish for shirtless guys.

It all really started on a Monday morning, when football players were trying out for the team once again and rumor had it, Mr. Archie Andrews wanted to be on that team and facts stated that Miss Octavia Cates heard he buffed up.

Scientist deemed that Octavia Cates was too worked up about this.

"Octavia, stop making this such a big deal!"

Beatrice Caves was sick of her friend's short obsession already. Sure it wasn't going to last long but her tolerance for this certain guy topic was already thin.

"It's not my fault Archie got hot, Bea."

So far, three days were down, leaving the last one till Tuesday, ultimately one day really left. Beatrice couldn't have been happier.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Though, maybe you could tone it down a bit? Don't wanna seem like one of Archie's fangirls."

She had a point. Word travels fast in the small town of Riverdale, like a wildfire settled in the woods. Almost half of Riverdale teens were talking about Archie Andrews, boys and girls alike.

Beatrice ran her hands down the dark straps of her backpack before stepping into the doors of Riverdale's most populated high school. Octavia only smiled and crossed her arms, following behind her dark haired friend.

In a matter of just five minutes.

Beatrice drifted towards her locker, catching glances from lingering jocks or cheerleaders. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and glanced over at Octavia, who of which was staring wistfully at the locker room door.

"You've got a nasty habit there, Octavia." A voice quipped.

Not even bothering to turn her head, Beatrice turned in her combination, speaking a greeting to the new comer. "Morning Pansy."

Pansy Bellens gave a smile to the back of Beatrice's head, turning her attention to the distracted Octavia Cates. She rolled her eyes and smirked, snapping her fingers in front of the girls face.

Octavia jumped, blinking a few times before looking at Pansy. "Oh, hey," she told her, not daring to look at the old rusted lockers situated next to the forbidden door, or the door itself.

Pansy smiled and draped an arm around Octavia's shoulder. "You've gotta do something about your little...thing." She said.

Octavia rolled her eyes and smiled. "I don't have a 'thing', just an admiration towards—" Though her sentence was never finished, as a boy bolted out of the locker room in a feverish run. The odd thing, his shirt was nowhere to be seen, only a pair of ratty gym shorts and a thin layer of sweat. 

Mutters echoed in the hall and the boy with blonde hair dashed by, obviously the first of the pack, the bait.

So, Octavia leaned back, Pansy following suit. They watched the scene slowly unfold.

Until it happened. The second followed, dashing to a locker. Then the third, the fourth, the fifth before it all spilled.

Pansy smiled slightly. "You up to this?" She turned her head to Octavia as the words spilled from her mouth. The sound of feet slapping against the flooring was a mere background noise behind the laughs of Riverdale High.

The other only grinned.

"Maybe, but you can't blame me. Sometimes I just like a guy shirtless."