Forbidden rhymes with tempting.
A story where the girl next door, her G.B.F. and the rich, manipulative mean girl adventure themselves in the Southside - or, commonly known as Serpent territory.
p.s. In this AU, there is no Veronica (at least, not f...
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Friday, September 21st
18:29
''Stop moving! I'm serious, Betty. If you don't stay still I'm going to burn you with the iron.''
Archie would be there in less than an hour and Betty was still wearing her pink robe, far from being done getting ready. Polly had kindly offered to help her getting ready for the night, saying she was better than her younger sister at makeup and hair. Other than a mascara, concealer and her classic, perfect pink tube of lipstick, Betty didn't own any makeup. When Polly started applying all kinds of products on her face, she was a bit shook and skeptical.
''I don't want to look like a clown, Polly,'' she had said.
Betty sighed, straightening her back as her sister curled her blond hair. For the first time in years, Betty decided to change things up and drop the ponytail - literally. It took a lot of convincing from Polly to get her sister to changing her hair-do.
''Archie's jaw is going to drop when he sees you,'' Polly said, proud of her work.
A light blush coated the younger Cooper's cheeks.
One of the reason she gave Polly a white card for tonight was because Kevin's words resonated in her head. Betty wasn't an insecure person but a part of her feared that Archie would, one day, be bored of her and leave with another girl. Compared to other girls, she was very plain and boring. Betty wasn't outgoing nor a party girl; crime books and shows were more her thing.
Sometimes, she still wondered why Archie chose her. They are so different.
''Don't spend too much time on me, it's already six-thirty. I can do the rest myself.''
Polly shook her head, taking another piece of hair and curling it around the barrel. ''No need. I'm not going.''
Betty whipped her head around, causing her to almost get burned by the iron, again. ''You're not going?'' she repeated. Polly shook her head. ''But, it's your last year at Riverdale high. And I thought you got a dress.''
''There's still prom, Betty. Or, I can return it.''
Last year, Polly's entrance was one Riverdale High would never forget. Navy blue dress touching the floor and trailing behind her, Polly confidently walked in the gymnasium with her arm-candy of choice: Jason Blossom.
''You love school dances,'' Betty reminded her. ''What will I do without you, Pol?''
Ever since they were young, Betty always hid in her sister's shadow. At ballet class, Polly was the one getting solos while Betty was in the back, with the others. She was the one who got the boys's attention and the first to get on the cheerleading squad. Polly was a popular girl while Betty was a brainer with perfect grades.
Polly smiled, setting the iron on the vanity before taking her sister's hands in hers, a proud smile on her lips. ''It's your time to shine, Betty.''
