South Side

2//Distraction

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Walking down the halls yet again. I'll say it again, it's the same thing with the uneasy smell of alcohol, cigarettes, Jingle Jangle, and more. It's like a never ending horror story.

"Party tonight" I hear a familiar voice say, and a hand slamming in my locker.

Startled I sigh for what feels like the 15th time this morning. I can't believe I'm getting talked by my best friend into going to a party for moral support. I am nowhere near the party type, I can guarantee you that.

"Ronni I'm not going" I say.

"To bad I'll be at your trailer at eight and the party is at the white worm oh and happy birthday Selly" I roll my eyes trying my best to not attract attention.

"Bye Sel love you" She runs away.

I walk over to first period, passing all the leather jackets covering the school.

The bell rings before I can get there.

"Ms.Gomez fancy seeing you here now please go and take a seat, don't be late again and...Happy birthday" I cringe and try to hide from the 30 pairs of eyes darting towards me.

Damn you.

I sit down next to Jughead who smelled like cigarettes.

"Alright class you will have to do a project with whoever I decide to assign you with and in this case it will be your partner" My eyes shoot open.

"Your partner and you will write on one of the presidents, president of your choice of course and will write a paper on it...together" She eyes Jug.

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"My house or your house?" Jughead asks when the bell rings.

"Excuse me?"

"We have a project so I'm trynna get a grade so who's house?" I look at him plainly.

"I'll stop by yours then and don't bother giving me the address, I know where you live" The fact he knows that freaks me out. He pushes he door open and walks away.

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Finally the end of the day. I wanna just got go home and- shit Jughead has to come over. This is a big FML.

I walk home as a bit of rain begins to drop. I sped up my pace and walked a bit faster. To my luck I made it home on time before the storm.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

I hear banging on my door as I run my fingers through my now long dark brunette hair.

"Jughead" I say with annoyance clearly striking in my voice.

He walks past me.

"How do you know where I live?"

"You think I don't know about your little secret do you?"

"Wh-what secret?" I ask, my breath shaky at the thought.

"Your father, Ricardo Gomez, your lucky I'm the only one who knows, I won't say anything as long as you keep your hands off of the school newspaper it's pathetic" How dare he threaten me in my own home.