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MARIA FELT HER STOMACH CHURN as soon as she looked at the dinner table directly in front of her. She had felt fine picking out the vintage wine at the store earlier that day, she had felt fine in the shower, she had felt fine after she finished dressing, she had felt fine driving to Alice Cooper's house while singing Elton John and she had felt fine greeting her friend at the door. It was at this precise moment that she felt bile rise up in her throat suddenly. Her mouth moved before her brain could register anything.
"Jughead?" she spoke in a soft and confused tone. She wasn't sure what to think. The matured brunette felt frozen to the spot and her head was whirling with different ideas and possible escape routes.
"Miss Reynolds?" the young boy from the south side was equally confused. He did not know she knew Alice Cooper but what came next was possibly the most confusing. It was so confusing that the room grew ice cold and everyone could feel the tension.
"Maria? I didn't know you knew my son Jughead."
Jughead and Maria both looked at the voice. She knew that he was the reason for her stomach churning and the bile rising in her throat. She knew those eyes anywhere and the way he smirked at her shook her to the core. The brunette has memorised that face, she knew every dip and every curve, she knew every freckle and she knew that body. She knew exactly what he craved and she knew exactly how he was inside and outside the bedroom. Miss Reynolds then let out a shaky breath before speaking directly to the ghost from her past. Their eyes meeting and she could see the boy she once knew.
"Hello again Forsythe"
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Fiksi PenggemarＢｕｔ ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈｅ ｂａｔｔｌｅ ｏｆ Ｔｒｏｙ Ｔｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ ｓｕｂｔｌｅ ｈｅｒｅ ___________________________________ Maria Reynolds recently moved back to Riverdale to try and make some sense of her life but when she accepts the h...
