In which Reggie Mantle begins to pursue Jacqueline Hall, Riverdale High's good girl, in hopes of earning some points for the football's playbook. Somehow, only to find himself being the one that gets played and used.
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When lunchtime had come, Jack had realized that she had left the house that morning in such a rush, she never even grabbed her lunch. She was hesitant at first but finally decided to just get lunch in the cafeteria and then bring it outside or to the Student lounge room. Whatever she decided to do once she got her lunch.
There were a few choices to pick from at lunch; grilled cheese with soup, hamburgers with fries, pizza, and a turkey and cheese sandwich. She smiled, quickly picking up the last turkey and cheese sandwich that was left. She placed it on her tray before picking up an apple and water.
Once paying for her lunch, she walked past a few tables that were familiar to her. Elena's, which consisted of Elena, Midge, Cheryl, and the rest of the cheerleader's. Betty's, which consisted of her, Archie, and Polly, who had been cast out of Elena's table. And of course, the football team's table, which consisted of Jason, Reggie, Chuck, Moose, and other football players that Jack didn't know well enough to know their name.
"Hey, Jack," A voice called out, causing Jack to turn to the unknown person, only to have a bowl of the school's tomato soup throw at her.
Jack gasped and her mouth gaped open in shock as the tomato soup drenched her blonde hair before spilling down her face, neck, and down her shirt.
Without opening her eyes, Jack knew that all eyes were on her. The whole cafeteria went silent before some began to laugh and others quietly gasped. Jack wiped her eyes with her sleeve before she opened her eyes, "Southside scum," The boy who had thrown the soup muttered as he walked past her, throwing the bowl into the trash.
More people began to laugh and it took everything within Jack to not beat the crap out of him. Tears began to form in her eyes as the laughter became louder and Jack quickly rushed out of the cafeteria. Without a care in the world, she exited the school and ran in the direction of her house.
Thirty minutes had passed until she finally arrived home. Her mother's car wasn't in the driveway, which was a relief. Jack entered the house through the basement door. Once entering the basement's living room, which was the same place that the truth or dare game had occurred just days before, Jack began consumed with anger.
She began to hyperventilate as she heaved for breath. It felt like the world was spinning as she glanced around. She even felt as though she was having an out of body experience for a few short moments. Not being able to control what she was feeling, she screamed out in emotion in pain as she picked up the vase of flowers on the coffee table and smashed it on the ground.
She screamed out once more as she flipped the table. She kicked the large speaker in the room with her boot before grabbing the side of the tv. She roughly tugged at it, causing the tv to fall from what was attaching it to the wall. Once it was on the floor, she smashed the tv's screen with her boot. Still not feeling better, she rushed over to the bar, picking up every single one of the bottles of expensive alcohol on the shelve before smashing it against the wall.
She screamed out at the top of her lungs, let out a small cry after doing so. She ran over to one of the couches, reaching into the cushions to find her hidden pocket knife. She flicked it open, just before digging it into the cushions of the couch. She continued to do so until she accidentally cut a slash on her hand.
She wanted to cry out as she looked down at the cut on her hand, but it was almost as if she felt no pain. She lifted up her knife, clearly about to do something she was definitely going to regret later on until she was interrupted, "What the hell is going on here!" Diana raised her voice to her youngest daughter, snapping Jack out of whatever trance she was just in as she stared at her cut.
Without thinking, Jack continued to trash the living room until Diana rushed over to her, trying to stop her, "Stop it, Jack! I said, stop it!" She shouted at her daughter, trying to wrap her arms around her to restrain her.
"Get off me!" Jack screamed and without realizing it, she had pushed her mother rougher than expected it.
Seeing her mother be pushed against the wall brought Jack back to reality. Jack gasped, staring at her mother in shock, "Mom," She cried, "Mom, I'm so sorry. I didn't--I didn't mean to, I swear."
Diana steadied herself before slowly and cautiously walking over to Jack. Once realizing that Jack was now calm, Diana wrapped her arms Jack and engulfed her in a hug, "It's okay, honey," She assured her, beginning to quietly cry as she hugged her daughter, "It's okay."
Both females began to cry, each for different reasons. Jack was crying because she had no clue what the hell was going on with her. Diana? She was crying because she knew exactly what was going on with her. Just like Elena, she had seen it before in Tommy and also in her own mother. She had been trying to brush it off, hoping she wasn't right in her assumption that Jack had the same disorder that they had had, but sadly, those assumptions had been right all along.
In Diana's mind, flashes of her being in the same position as she was at that moment went through her mind. This time, it was with Jack. Before, it had been with Tommy.
"We need to get you help, Jack," Diana whispered to Jack in a calm, soothing tone.
"Please, don't send me away!" Jack pleaded as she began to cry, "Please, Mom! Please don't kick me out like you did Tommy."
Diana began to cry as she shook her head, continuing to hold Jack close to her. After a moment, she pulled away from Jack, roughly grabbing the young girl by the arms before cupping her face with her hands, "Hey! Hey, look at me!" She told Jack in a stern tone and after a moment, Jack finally looked her mother in the eye, "I would never do that to you, Jack, okay? Ever. I promise you I will never do that to you."
Jack began to cry as she nodded her head in understanding. Diana sighed out, just before hugging Jack once more, "I know you don't like me in your room so I trust you will be able to back a few necessities for the hospital. Make sure not to bring anything that can be seen as a weapon, the doctors will take it away from you if you do."
"Where are you taking me?" Jack asked Diana quietly.
"A hospital in Seaside. They'll get you the help you need."
