The Damaged -RIVERDALE-DISCONTINUED

SEVENTEEN

I laid next to Jason that night, my mind swirling with thoughts about tomorrow, when he suddenly kissed me. I kissed back, surprised, letting Jason slowly move me so that I was now straddling him. I flipped my hair to one side, cupping his jaw with my hand.

I pulled back, panting.
"What was that for?" I asked, smiling down at him.
"I don't know what will happen tomorrow, or the day after that, or ever really," Jason started, resting his hands on my hips, "but I do know that I went to spend tonight with you, and I want to spend it doing something I've been wanting to do for awhile." I caught onto what he was saying, a slight blush covering my cheeks, and leant back down, kissing him once more.
"Okay," I mumbled against his lips before letting out a laugh as he suddenly flipped us over. I looked up at him with a smirk, kissing him back just as feverishly as he did.

The next day I woke up to Jason's alarm clock, the loud sound scaring me awake along with the redhead. We both ignored each others lack of clothes, getting up and getting dressed as we normally would.
We met Cheryl downstairs, all three of us matching in white. It was obvious that Cheryl had planned this, as all of my clothes were already stashed in the car and Cheryl had left my outfit hanging on Jason's door.

Wordlessly we all went outside and got into Jason's car, my heart dropping as I looked at my own. My father had fixed it, the original car had not even been able to turn on before he got to it, and I would have to abandon it.
The car ride to Sweetwater River was silent, except for the soft music coming from the radio. Jason drove while I sat to his right in the passenger seat, Cheryl sitting behind me in the back.
When we got there we silently made our way to the river, Jason grabbing onto my hand as we walked.
"Are you scared?" Cheryl asked, a sullen look on her face as she looked at the two of us. Jason and I looked at each other before shaking our heads.
We weren't scared, we couldn't be scared.
I'm sure we were a sight to see, three redheaded beauties dressed in white as if we were angels, but we knew better. We were far from angels.
The boat was already waiting for us in the water, tied up to some tree so it wouldn't float away. Cheryl and I sat side by side while Jason sat in front us, rowing us across the river. When we made it across Jason got out first, tying the boat up to another tree before helping his sister and myself out.
A loud bang rang throughout the forest as Jason helped me out, causing me to jump and almost fall, however the redheaded boy caught me. We all shared a worried look before continuing further into the forest.
I let go of Jason's hand, Cheryl immediately hugging me. I hugged back, before we broke apart and I left the two siblings to say goodbye alone.
A few minutes later Jason caught up with me, a carefree smile on his face. I smiled back, taking his hand in mine once more and walking away in step with him.

Third POV

Cheryl watched her brother and the love of his life walk away, tears gathering in her eyes. While she understood why the two of them were doing this, she couldn't stop herself from being sad.
Jason was more than just her twin, he was her best friend. The only one who ever was really there for her, at least before Madelyn. But now he was gone, and so was she.
Cheryl sighed before walking back to the boat. She untied it from the tree, her hands gingerly pulling the knot apart, before slowly wading into the water and pushing the side of the boat with all of her strength.
The rowboat eventually flipped over, water splashing the cherry haired girl as the boat crashed back down. The girl then pulled one of her gloves off, swam further into the water, and let go of it.
She watched as the glove swirled around, before letting herself go under. Cheryl staid under for a few seconds before swimming back up, taking a breath as she broke the surface, and swam back to shore. Once back to the side she arrived on, she climbed onto the rocks. Clutching her legs to her chest, Cheryl allowed herself to cry.
The scene was set, the plot in action, and now it was up to the actress to finish her dialogue.
Hours later she would be found by the scoutmaster if Riverdale, and when the rest of the town and the cops arrived Cheryl Blossom would spew the story engraved in her mind.
That her, her brother, and his girlfriend Madelyn Jones went out for a boat ride.
Cheryl's glove fell into the water and Jason reached out to get it, but the boat tipped. They all fell in. Cheryl swam to the shore, and she doesn't know what happened to Jason nor Madelyn.
And the whole town would believe her, because why would Cheryl Blossom lie?

Okay so I suck at intimate scenes if you can't tell, so yes Jason and Manic did the dirty dirty. Imagine it however you want.

#Dontkilljason

I wish tho.