varsity blues - 03

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"Whatever it is you're mad about, Jug, i'm sure you're just being dramatic."

"Dramatic!?" Jughead scoffed, "Nicolette, you promised we'd support our friends. You even lectured me about trust and you wore a wire!"

"Friends? As if you were ever friends with the Bulldogs! You'd let Reggie Mantle fall off a cliff Mufasa style if you had the chance! And trust is the last thing you should get to lecture me about!"

"Sounds familiar."

"Don't go there Jones. Do you know how hard it is to juggle school, this cheer bs, acting classes, the center, and pleasing hiram as I jump from house to house every-"

"And there you go again pulling the tragic broadway starlet-turned-foster-kid with trust issues card!"
 
"BS. That's not a thing."

"Well, It's pretty accurate if you ask me or Archie or anyone else for that matter. Now if you'll excuse me." jughead walked out of my room and I chased him.

"You don't get to just walk away from me, Forsythe Pendleton Jones III." I was livid, "Not after you kissed me, told me you loved twice and -"

Bret groaned from his desk where he was working, "Trouble in paradise, Forsythe, Lodge?"

"Shut up! Jughead Jones you don't get to act like I didn't drop everything I had going for me just so I could return to Riverdale for you. I left and I came back for Archie and then you- I told you everything about myself. I kept your secrets."

"I didn't ask you to come back! I didn't ask you to listen!"

"Yes you did. That day you called me at 3 am asking me to be there after your dad got arrested that night instead of calling Fred you trusted me and I was there."

"Oh because you'd know anything about having parents? Betty doesn't count."

"Betty made out with you and yet she still stands by me..."

"You're turning into him."

"Excuse me?"

"Your father. The cheerleading, the outfit, the spying all is typical Lodge behavior. You may only be half a Lodge but you still are one. You've been one turning into one ever since you left for LA."

"Stop. Stop. DOn't yell at me. You sound just like him. You and I both know that's the worst thing you could ever do to me."

"Nicolette, I'm sorry."

"No. Fuck you, Jughead. I'm not mad. I just need to cool off before I slap you. I still love you, though. See you at the game."

He reached out for my arm and I freaked, "Don't touch me! Don't ever touch me again. Just give me a minute to process all the horrible things we said to each other." 
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-The football championship game was ruined for me once my father decided to escort me there

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The football championship game was ruined for me once my father decided to escort me there. I had to cheer today and I was not looking forward to it because Cheryl already was bitter about my presence on the rival team. However, she and I had a plan in place. There was no way I was leaving the Vixens that easily.

As planned, I set my pom poms down changed into a vixen uniform to join the Vixens for their cherry bomb performance. We'd agreed that I'd keep the makeup on. I didn't care about getting into trouble at all. I just wanted to dance with my friends.
Can't stay at home, can't stay at school.
CHeryl:
Old folks say 'You poor little fool'.
Down the streets I'm the girl next door.
I'm the fox you've been waiting for.
Hello, daddy. Hello, mom.
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
Hello world! I'm your wild girl.
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
Stone age love and strange sounds too.
Come on, baby, let me get to you.
Bad nights causing teenage blues.
"Where's Starlet?" Betty asked.
"She's... oh my god."
 
Pirouette. High kick. Pick up the vixen pom-poms.
"As always," Cheryl yelled, "The Starlet stand with Riverdale. Shall we finish, ladies? I think we should."
Starlet:
Can't stay at home, can't stay at school.
 
Get down ladies, you've got nothin' to lose.
Hello, daddy. Hello, mom.
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
Hello world! I'm your wild girl.
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
Cheryl, Toni, Veronica, Starlet:
Hello, daddy. Hello, mom.
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
Hello world! I'm your wild girl.
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
Veronica:
Hey, street boy, want some style?
Your dead end dreams don't make you smile.
I'll give you something to live for.
Have you and grab you until you're sore.
Veronica, Cheryl, Toni, Starlet:
Hello, daddy. Hello, mom.
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
Hello world! I'm your wild girl.
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
Cherry bomb!
Cherry bomb!
Cherry bomb!
Cherry bomb!
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"I didn't know!" I pleaded.
"But you disrespected me with that little show with Cheryl."
"I-" slap.
"Daddy..."
"I really am trying to be supportive, mija but..."
"You have the photos, daddy! What more do you want? You know what? I'm going to FP."
"You don;t want to do that. Those photos will..."
"Ruin me? Yeah, just like going to jail for child porn will ruin you." I pulled away from him, whispered and incantation, "twisted the key, turn the knob, give this car a good paint job." 
"How did you..?" 
"Mother wasn't the only one born with powers, Daddy."
He gripped my arm tightly and forced me to look into his eyes. "Mija, if I ever see or hear of you using those little magic tricks, I'm pulling you out of Stonewall and you will be homeschooled." I nodded slowly, "And there will be no more scholarship, no more singing and dancing at La Bonne Nuit or El Royale as well."
He didn't scare me.
I scared myself with the power I possessed.

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