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"I already invited Archie, but I want you guys to be there, as well." Veronica's been explaining to us what her conformation is. "Usually these kinds of things, baptisms, conformations are family-only, but since it's all about me and you guys are my chosen family, I pulled a few strings and reserved you a pew."
"What's the dress code?" Kevin asks.
"Catholic chic. So dresses for the girls, veils optional, and coats and ties for the boys." She says.
Suddenly Weatherbee's voice comes through the PA system, "Jughead Jones and Betty Cooper, please report to the principal's office. Jughead Jones and Betty Cooper to the principal's office."
The share a look before getting up and walking out of the lounge.
"I'll see you guys, later. And Ronnie, I'll definitely be at your confirmation." I grab my stuff and walk out of the lounge and head to my locker.
As I'm switching books out Toni walks up. "Hey. Sheriff Keller still bothering you guys?"
"Yeah." She sighs. "They are so determined to pin this Pickens thing on the Serpents, it's ridiculous."
"I'm sorry. Maybe I could talk to Kevin." I suggest as I shut my locker.
We start to walk down the hall and she shakes her head. "No, it probably wouldn't do anything."
Just then I see Sweet Pea and Fangs walking down the hall toward us. Sweet Pea and I lock eyes as they walk past us.
"Hey, if it's any consolation, he's been miserable." Toni says.
"Yeah, that makes me feel so much better." I say sarcastically.
"Do you know what you're gonna do?" She asks.
I shrug my shoulders. "I care about them both so much and I don't want to lose either of them but I know that's inevitable." I sigh. "Maybe we should just date again and I can forget them." I joke.
"Yeah, because that worked out so well the last time." She smirks. "If you need to talk to anyone, I'm here."
I'm playing around with my guitar when Cheryl walks in my room. "Hey, what's up?" I ask.
"You need to get out of the house." She demands with her hands on her hips.
"What?" I ask. She yanks my guitar out of my hands. "Hey!"
"Ever since that idiotic Serpent broke up with you, you've been moping around the house and playing sad songs on your guitar. Well, I'm sorry, Taylor Swift, but I am sick of it. You need to get out of this house and do something that doesn't involve boys or guitars." I roll my eyes at her and try to grab my guitar back from her but she pulls it back.
