(INTERRACIAL) Riverdale Preferences and Imagines (ON HOLD)

How You Meet

Archie Andrews
The entirety of Pops was full, and there was no where to sit. You looked around the small eatery before your eyes landed on a guy with red hair. His features were chiseled, and he seemed to be in deep concentration.

You took a deep breath and strides over to him. You smooth out your skirt and tap his shoulder. His eyes scanned your body as he looked up to meet your eyes.

"Hi. All the seats are full. I was wondering if I could sit here?" You spoke as politely as you could. His protective gaze softened and he smiled at you.

"Sure." He spoke simply. You slid in to the leather booth and he pushed his writing to the side.

"So," he started. "I've never seen you around. Are you new?" He asked.

"Yes, actually. I came here from the south. My parents got a job opportunity here." You smiled.

"Well, welcome." He chuckled a bit.

"What were you working on? Maybe I could help?" You looked over to the forgotten work.

"I, uh, write music." He looked away bashfully.

He pulled the notes back in front of him, and flipped them so you can see them. You smiled, reciting the notes and tune in your head.

"These are really good." You gush. "I write music too." You finished.

He smiled at you. "Maybe you could help me finish them..?" He trailed off with his words. You glance around quickly and notice Pop puts your food atop the counter. He smiles and nods at you.

"Well, looks like I'll have to take a rain check on that. But I will be back tomorrow if you want." You say standing up.

"Sure." He agreed.

"I'm Archie Andrews, by the way."

"Y/N Y/L/N." you reply, walking to retrieve your food. You throw him one more farewell smile over your shoulder and leave the restaurant.

Betty Cooper
You look at your schedule in confusion.

How in the blue fuck are you supposed to find class B32?

You roll your eyes as you pass yet another class that wasn't the right one. You instinctively pull on your serpent jacket as you look around. You notice a girl, a little shorter than you, with blonde hair. She was in her locker and held her books protectively.

You huff and walk up,to her reluctantly.

"Excuse me? I'm having trouble finding my class?" You startle her a little as her eyes dart surprisingly.

"Oh, sorry. Your class is the first door on the right, right there." She pointed to it as she looked at your schedule.

"Actually, I have all my classes with you," she laughed. "I'll show you around?" She asked.

"Sure." You shrugged.

She closed her locker. "I'm Betty Cooper." She smiled brightly.

"Y/N Y/L/N."

Veronica Lodge
Your parents had dragged you along, claiming there was some business to be made with the Lodges.