"The secrets that you keep concealed are the same ones killings you"
Riverdale, a new town with a refreshing setting, becomes the place where Veronica Lodge believes she's going to start over.
But as she begins to get acquainted with the town and a...
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Betty has made sure that I have kept my promise.
It does make any interaction with Archie seem forbidden however.
The only time that I talk to him is when he sends me one hundred texts of how he's feeling, how his day was and his regret. Throughout it all, I know Archie wants things to be how they were again, telling me he hasn't seen Betty this mad at him in any of the time he's known her but I've done all I can.
And being around all of that has also ushered me to keep my door open for Cheryl in her grieving time.
She doesn't like to directly talk about Jason. Rather through extra one-on-one sessions after cheer practice. And if I have to endure a screaming match and a high level of intensity for Cheryl to feel better about her brother's mysterious death, so be it.
Pushing myself off of the dusty hardwood floor, I close my eyes as the sweat drips down my eyelids and off of my straight eyelashes. My hands want to give out on me as I try my hardest to stay still on my knees but they keep wobbling.
And just as they give out, I feel someone's hands catching me, ushering me to open my eyes.
"Your form is much better Veronica," Cheryl huffs as she wipes my face with a paper towel. "I'm proud of you."
"Thanks...means a lot...really," I huff, trying to catch my breath before Cheryl helps me up to my feet.
"I feel like you deserve something for all of this hard work."
"That is?" I question her as I take large sips of water and find a nice spot on the bleachers.
"I want to make you co-cheer captain."
I spit all of my water out, finding her gaze as she comes to stand in front of me with her arms crossed. I didn't even notice that her ginger locks were in a ponytail or even more that she was completely out of the cheer uniform all together.
"I don't know what to say."
"Say yes."
"Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?"
"This is not being nice. You've earned this. In fact, I think you might be better than me at this."
"I was cheer captain at my old school and in middle school. Won many awards. Received a lot of recognition. I might be."
"Don't get bold," Cheryl raises her upper plump cherry red lip in disgust before she smiles.
