Everybody Else's Girl

Prologue: I'm a Stranger Now (In My Neighbourhood)

Disclaimer- hopefully this goes without saying, but I don't own anything except for my ideas

Chapter title is from Not the Boy Next Door from Peter Allen's The Boy From Oz

Her coach is Sasha Belov from Make It or Break It because I said so. You don't need to watch the show to understand though!

Stevie's faceclaim is Sabrina Carpenter and Becca's is Sofia Carson

Summary: The middle Cooper sister, Stevie, had never paid much attention to whatever drama was going on in Riverdale, or even in her family. Her life was "eat, sleep, breathe, gymnastics," and she wasn't going to waste her energy focusing on anything other than getting to the Olympics. Besides, she hadn't lived in Riverdale since she was ten, when she moved to New York to live and train with the best of the best.

She knew some things, of course, like that Polly had been dating Jason Blossom, that Betty had been in love with Archie Andrews since she was eight, and that her parents were both just as terrible, self-righteous, and controlling as they'd been when she'd left, but that was pretty much it.

But when a broken wrist takes her out of gymnastics for at least a few months, Stevie finds herself having to trade her gymnastics-oriented boarding school for Riverdale High. She was far from excited, but she told herself that she could handle it — after all, she was Stevie Fucking Cooper, National Team Captain and national gymnastics champion, not the quiet ten year old who'd last lived there. But with Polly gone, her parents acting more suspicious than ever, and Jason Blossom's body turning up with a bullet hole in the skull, she realizes that she may be in over her head.

Everybody Else's Girl

Prologue: I'm a Stranger Now (In My Neighbourhood)

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You can't train, Miss Cooper, and you'll heal better from home. So yes, I am telling your coach to send you home until this broken wrist of yours is healed," Dr. Malloy explained.

Stephanie 'Stevie' Cooper groaned, running her right hand-the one that wasn't broken-through her blonde hair. She had somehow snapped her left wrist the day before, a vault gone wrong during the biggest competition of the month, and had refused to see anyone but her own doctor.

"You want me to go back to Riverdale? Seriously? God, Doc, since when do you hate me?"

"Always the dramatics, Miss Cooper," she chuckled, "but my mind is made up."

"Fine," she said, crossing her arms-a feat made difficult by the bulky cast on her left wrist. "But if I kill my mother, I'm blaming you."

"I'd expect nothing less. Now, I'm going to bring Coach Belov in to let him know. Would you like to stay, or go back to your apartment and pack?"

"I don't need to hear it again. But," she hesitated, "what about physio? And the cast?"

"I want you back in two weeks for a first follow up, then two weeks after that to see Vanessa for a physio consultation, then once a month until you're back. More frequently if Vanessa deems it necessary."

"Thanks," Stevie said, with a feeling that the frequency was just as much to check in on her as it was to check on her wrist.

"You go on home, alright? Coach Belov will stop by later to sort out logistics."

Stevie nodded and stood, making her way across the giant campus-and it really was giant, apparently comparable to many Olympic Villages-to the apartment building that she lived in. She took the stairs up to the seventh floor, which was occupied exclusively by the senior gymnasts, and walked into her apartment. The door was unlocked, so she knew that her roommate had to be in.