Note To Self ▹ Archie Andrews [1]

▹ EIGHT

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''GET DRESSED.''

Francis Michael barged into Hazel Michael's bedroom that Saturday evening and directs straight for her closet.

She looks up from her laptop screen, pulling out an earphone from one ear as she furrows her brows. ''What?''

''Cheryl Blossom tweeted about Archie's party going on across the street,'' He pulls out a white bandeau. He tosses it to her and skims through for another piece of clothing item. ''And we're going. We can't let them phase us.''

''Us?'' She jerks her head back. ''They're more of my friends than they are yours.''

She looks down at the pair of army green camouflage sweats that landed on her bed.

''If you had some sense, you'd know that I was friends with Archie,'' He looks around for a pair of shoes for her to wear. ''And out of all the guys on the team, he was the only one with integrity. So, yeah, I lost a friend too, here, Haz.''

She purses her lips. ''I don't know. I want to be somewhere that I'm not invited to.''

''Why not?'' He lifted up a pair of all black Nike sneakers. ''Everybody that's there besides the original group weren't invited.''

He sets her shoes down on the floor where the foot of her bed was at. ''Let me know when you're ready,'' He tells her before heading back out.

It wasn't long before Francis Michael and Hazel Michael came strolling the Andrew's crowded household.

''Oh, lookie!'' Cheryl cheers. The siblings to find the gang, Hazel was dearly hoping to avoid sitting in the living room with Cheryl Blossom standing before them with a brown skin male Hazel nor Francis had recognized. ''Now the fun can really begin.''

Hazel suddenly found confidence, walking past her brother and into the living room.

She was feeding off of the eyes that watched her every movement like a hawk.

Her brow was arch and her lips were slightly ajar. Whatever the hell was going on, Hazel was ready for whatever the hell was about to go down.

The boy beside Cheryl rubs the point of his chin, smirking. ''Mm, damn. What did I miss out on here?''

Francis followed after her, looking as intimidating as she was as Hazel eyes him up and down with a snarl. ''From the looks of it,'' She meets his eye contact. ''Nothing much.''