Ch.2- The Angels

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(Michaela is played by Blake Lively)

Angie's p.o.v

What was he doing there? With her? These two questions continued to circle around my mind the entire drive to Greendale. I respected him, he and I seemed to have a lot in common, but this was not something I would have ever expected him to do. Besides maybe Betty Cooper, Josie was the purest definition of northside princess there was.

I shook my head, banishing the thoughts from my mind as I pulled up to my real home. I would stay here all the time if I could, but because I'm a minor and the McCoy's still have guardianship over me I'm required to live there during school season. Now that it's summer though I have no intentions of leaving my girls any time soon.

The thought brought a grin to my face as I lugged my bag up the stairs to the front door. When I walked in all the girls were wondering around not seeming to notice my presence while they carried on doing their own thing.

"Is that any way to greet your Cherubim." My voice boomed through the house, commanding attention and reeking with authority. All the girls stopped in their tracks staring at me, not knowing what exactly to do. When I noticed one of the newer Seraphim girls gulp I let a smile break my face, and winked at her signaling no one was actually in trouble.

"My little flame." A silky voice called from the back of the room. I could recognize that voice anywhere.

"Arch Angel Michaela." I greeted, cowing my head in submission. She nodded to signify she noticed my gesture, and I straightened my posture. "At the risking of sounding rude, Arch Angel, what are you doing here?" I asked knowing she wouldn't have shown up unannounced without having an agenda.

"That is a private matter that we will need to discuss immediately." She spoke with finality. "If you will meet me in the office." She never turned her head as she walked away knowing full well I'd follow with no questions asked. I reached the office and slowly shut the door behind me as my mind raced with the possibilities of what she could be here for.

"Have a seat please, my little flame, there is no need to be worried." The sultry sound of her voice was enough to soothe me into submission yet again. "I'm sure you've heard by now that the Serpents of Riverdale are having some issues with drugs and such in there... neighborhood." She said with an intense look in her eyes.

"Of course, ma'am, in fact I have some close friends that are Serpents." I responded nodding to reinforce what I was saying.

"Well that makes this even easier." She sounded pleased, but I wasn't sure why just yet. "I need you to get close with them, I need you to tell me if they're worth the Angels' time and energy. They have reached out asking for help to clean up their town, but seeing as I have never even been to Riverdale, I am not willing to fraternize with them just yet."

"Yes ma'am, of course I will begin as soon as summer is over..." I was cut short by her quirked eyebrow.

"You will start today, my little flame, we must not waste time." She spoke with authority lacing every word as my mouth ran dry.

"But Michaela, this is the only time of year I get to be here twenty four seven with my girls. I can't live in the McCoy house all summer, I'll go insane!" My pleas were cut short by the boss raising her petite, manicured hand.

"My word is final, invite them over, bring some girls there, whatever makes it easier, but you will do this, Cherubim, no argument. Are we clear?" There was a barely veiled threat in the way she spoke, meaning I'd pay the price if I argued again.

"Yes, Arch Angel." I lowered my head again in submission. She nodded satisfied with my answer before a blinding smile split open her face.

"Now how is my right hand woman?" She smirked, all seriousness gone from her gorgeous face. I smiled in return before I went into stories of what had gone on in the house I managed while she was away. I found myself getting lost in the memories, full of pride that I could call those girls my Angels. As I simmered down I couldn't help the grin that rested on my face. I felt like a proud mom.

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