lets keep it a secret. okay?

carl sagan

The two weekend days that came after the eventful Friday night were uneventful. So uneventful, my dad had made no progress on the investigation of Jason Blossom's murder, I had received absolutely no text messages from anyone, and I had barely left the house.

On the morning of Monday, before I had left for school, I finally heard the satisfying noise of my text tone go off. I smiled to myself as I raised my phone to my eyes, but that smile soon evaporated.

JOAQUIN: Hey... -7:35 am

"Hey"?! Thats all he had to say. Are you serious? I shook my head in disappointment, and set my phone face down on the kitchen table where I was eating breakfast. After I finished eating I put my elbows on the counter and hung my head in my hands. It seems to me, that even after all of the help I've tried to give to Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Jughead, that I'm just a side character of this whole debacle. Veronica Lodge hadn't even existed in Riverdale months ago, and she's gone and taken my spot at the table.

I rubbed my face off with my hand and shot a glance at my phone. I can't stoop down to Joaquin's level and ghost him. I've got to be a real person still, no matter how much he had hurt me. I finally picked up my phone, unlocked it, and read his text.

JOAQUIN: Hey... I'm sorry for last night. Can I walk you to school? -7:35am

I shot a glance at the oven's digital clock; it read 7:37 am. I doubt he can get here in time to walk me home, and he couldn't possibly. He lives on the other side of town.

KEVIN: If you can get here in time, sure. Unless you're the Flash and can super speed your way over here, I doubt you can make it. -7:37am

JOAQUIN: Well... -7:38 am

With that, the doorbell rang.

I stood up, leaving my phone face down on the table, and made my way to answer the door. My dad had already left for work hours ago, so I was no worry of him catching me with Joaquin. I opened my front door, and alas, Joaquin stood there in all of his handsome glory.

"Were you waiting here?" I asked, looking around.

He just nodded in response and pointed at my open door, silently asking me if he could come in.  I stood out of the door's way so he could walk in, and he cautiously stepped in smiling at me.

"When do you have to leave?" he curiously asked.

I made my way into the kitchen, shooting a glance at the oven's clock, it read 7:41 am.

"It takes 15 minutes to walk to school, and it starts at 8:35 am," I answered, sitting on a barstool surrounding my kitchen's island.

"So we've got time to kill, no?" Joaquin smirked, walking closer to me in a sensual manner.

"I mean, I guess." I shrugged.

He kept bounding his way towards me, and when he had reached me, he opened my legs and stepped between them. He brought his hands up to cup my face and kissed me gently, almost as if he was afraid of breaking me. I kissed back at the same temper and wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him closer to me, as I did with my legs around his waist.

Joaquin pulled his head back and looked at me in the eyes. He kept his pleading stare for what seemed like minutes.

"I'm sorry," he finally spoke, resting his forehead on mine while letting out a sigh.

"Joaquin, you can't just see the Bat-Symbol in the middle of making out and retreat to get your Batsuit." I joked, moving my head back and breaking contact between our two foreheads.