Riverdale Preferences and Imagines

Cheryl Blossom - "It's just easier."

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Warnings: swearing, kissing

"Did you see Archie's new haircut? I would love to be all over that stallion." Veronica gossiped, her arm looped with yours and Betty's as the two of you walked to algebra.

 "Gross, Ronnie." Betty muttered. You raised your eyebrows, glancing at Veronica.

 "I don't know, I think Reggie's hair could beat Archie's any day." You countered playfully, trying to avoid the awkwardness that had already arose from Veronica's comment. Veronica rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say, (y/n)."

You suddenly felt a shoulder impact yours harshly, and you pushed yourself into Veronica. You glanced at Cheryl as she glared at you, already feeling a blush spread onto your cheeks.

"Cheryl, I'm sorry-"

"Save it, wannabe. Please tell our teacher that I'm too busy sanitizing my arm to come to class." She spat, walking away hastily. You hung your head, sighing.

"Damn." Betty whispered.

"You okay, (y/n)?" Veronica asked, and you nodded your head.

"It's a daily thing now." You muttered, walking into your algebra class. The two girls followed, taking their seats beside you.

"Whatever did you do to her?" Veronica asked playfully, causing you to chuckled and shrug.

No idea. She's hated me since the beginning of freshman year." You answered. Cheryl came marching into the classroom shortly after your statement, taking her seat that was on the opposite side of the classroom. You glanced at her for a moment, only to see that her eyes were boring into your head. She rolled her eyes once you looked back at her, and she replaced her gaze at the front. You continued to watch the oddly infatuating redhead, until you heard the teacher mention a group project.

"You'll be in pairs for this project." He said, starting to list off random pairs. Your heart sunk a small bit when Betty and Veronica were placed together, leaving you as the wildcard. But that feeling was no match for the one that you felt mere seconds later.

"Cheryl Blossom and (y/n) (y/l/n)."

You almost felt your heart stop. Having to deal with her tremendous amounts of torture in school was almost enough to send you over the edge, you could barely imagine how bad it would get it the two of you are left alone together. You were pulled out of your worries by the devil herself stomping over to your desk.

"Your house. Six. I'll be there." She almost growled, before knocking the textbook that sat on your desk to the ground. You nodded, slowly, refusing to look her in the eyes.

"God, would you look at me for once?" She demanded. You brought your head up slowly, wiping away a tear that had fallen. You knew your eyes watered faintly, and you tried desperately to get them to stop. You watched Cheryl's face fall as she glanced at your tear-ridden eyes.

"Good. See you at six." She stated, with almost no force or sarcasm in her voice. You nodded again, wiping your face more as she walked away. You bent down to grab your textbook, shaking your head and blinking back what was left of the tears. You quickly caught up to Betty and Veronica, joining in on the conversation as if you had been there the entire time.

Five-fifty seven. Your bed was made, the floor clear of clothes or trash. Your bedroom was immaculate, yet you could still hear the malicious comments that Cheryl was bound to make about the dated wallpaper and your atrocious wardrobe. You breathed deeply, glancing at your phone again. Five-fifty nine.

Your doorbell rung just as the time switched to six.

Impressive. You thought, jumping down the stairs to answer it. There stood Cheryl, in all her beauty. Her hair was in a perfectly crafted ponytail, and she wore a red shirt with a tight black skirt. You quickly moved to the side, allowing her to come in. She smiled, almost warmly. You raised your eyebrows.

"Let's go upstairs." You finally muttered, leading the way into your bedroom. Cheryl let out a sigh as she walked in, smiling once again.

"I like your room." She whispered, and you took a step back.

"What?" You almost stuttered, but you refused to make a fool out of yourself.

"I like your room. It's so cozy, unlike mine." She repeated, sitting on your bed.

"Really? Nothing mean to say?" You regretted the comment as soon as it left your lips. But to your surprise, Cheryl only shrugged.

"I really like the wallpaper." She noted. You glared at her.

"Why are you being so nice?" You suddenly asked. Cheryl stood from her place on your bed, walking over to you.

"Because I am nice. Sometimes." She answered, leaving a dangerously small amount of space between you two.

"Not to me." You whispered, pulling your body away from hers. But soon enough, the wall stopped you from going any farther. Cheryl's smile was genuine, too genuine.

"Please don't hurt me." You breathed. Cheryl stepped back, shocked.

"You think I'm going to hurt you? For god sakes I'm in love with you!" She cried, throwing her hands up. Did you hear her correctly?

"You're, what?"

"I'm so in love with you." She basically yelled. You felt the tears return to your eyes.

"Then why were you always so mean?" You whispered, and she hung her head.

"I just, it's just easier." She answered, walking over to you again.

"Why the hell did you wait so long to tell me?" You exclaimed. Cheryl shrugged, barely having time to open her mouth before your lips were on hers. She stumbled back a bit from the force, but quickly reattached herself onto your face. Her hands roamed up and down your body, and she basically flung you onto your bed. You pulled back for a second, your chest heaving in anger and satisfaction.

"You're such a bitch." You breathed. Cheryl nodded.

"I know. I'm sorry."