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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Tuesday, October 2nd
7:50
Newspaper in hand and glassed perched on the bridge of her nose, Alice Cooper was fuming when her daughters came down for breakfast. Her hands were crisped as she read the latest copy of the Register.
''He's impossible. How can he do this?!'' Alice boomed, slamming the newspaper on the table, gray eyes filled with anger.
''Do what, Mom?'' Betty said, pouring herself a bowl or cereal on the kitchen island, careful to not spill any milk on her clothes.
Alice took off her glasses, putting them on the table next to her coffee. ''Your father. He took all the credits over an article I wrote.''
She was infuriated by her husband's latest action. He used to say they were a team. Maybe Hal needs a fresh reminder of what a team is because in Alice's dictionary, teammates don't steal the other's hard work. She can't believe he completely crossed her out and wrote: written by Hal Cooper. It made the blonde woman's blood boil.
Polly reached for the newspaper on the table, skimming to find her dad's name. She shook her head before passing it to her sister who just sat down with her cereal bowl next to their mother.
''Why did you send him the article in the first place? Did he ask you to? I thought he had kicked you out of the Register,'' Polly asked before taking a bite of her toast.
''The Serpent king escaped from jail, I had to write this article, Polly. It's my duty as journalist to inform our population that a dangerous criminal is back on the streets of Riverdale. Sheriff Keller and his men need to tighten up their security system before all their inmates roam all around our town.''
He's not a killer. He was falsely accused, Betty wanted to say but decided to not voice her opinion, knowing it'll raise questions around the table and she didn't want to have to explain her mother how she got that information. That would be suicide and Betty wasn't ready to die yet. She's still young.
''Your father better brace himself this morning because I'm coming to his office and not with a white flag. Never let a man dictate you or step over you you, Betty.'' She turned to her oldest. ''You too, Polly. Men are ruthless and think we are disposable housewives they can push aside and step on whenever they please. Those big headed misogynists thinks the have control which is why we have to put them back in their place and remind them who's the boss.''
The wicked spark in Alice's eye caught Betty's eye. ''Mom...what are you gonna do? You're not gonna throw another brick at his window?'' Betty asked, hoping Alice will chose a less violent way to seek revenge and justice this time.
Alice rolled her eyes. ''Relax Betty. I'm not a repeater.''
Unaware of her mother's outburst, Polly was a little shook to hear this. ''A bri- Mom! Oh my god, why do I only learn about this now?'' Polly looked between her mother and sister, waiting for an explanation but Betty took a spoonful of her cereal.
