bloodline [sweet pea]

act one, scene eight

❝What do you want me to do? I'm in high school...❞

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ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF RIVERDALE in Thistlehouse a party had broken out. Despite the ominous warning from the Black Hood it seemed that teenagers now more than ever wanted to push the limits and exercise their right to protest by pouring copious amounts of alcohol down their throats and paw at strangers in empty bedrooms. Among those such teenagers was Theo Cohen.

She was participating in this form of disobedience with a solo cup in one hand, leaned back against the counter in the kitchen. Alone.

Or at least, she had been alone until Jones Lasalle, after four or so strong drinks, had finally worked up the nerve to approach her. He leaned a hip against the counter next to her and after rehearsing a conversation in his head for twenty-five minutes all he had to show for it was, "Hey Theo."

Theo turned her head, her curly dark hair swishing with the movement, and under heavy eyes and thick lashes she looked up at her classmate and mused, "He's not a mute."

Jones Lasalle had been crushing on the Cohen girl since he had moved to Riverdale in Freshman year. He did little to hide it, not that he could the poor boy practically tripped over his own feet every time he so much as laid eyes on her. Her friends and squad mates all cooed over how cute and charming it was, but Theo had never given Jones Lasalle much thought.

At least not until she found herself face to face with the boy who had been vying for her attention for the last year and a half. He had dark hair that was pushed away from his face with maybe a little too much hair gel, and his eyes were the colour of chocolate and they looked at her with warmth, he was taller than she was but not by much Theo didn't have to crane her neck back to meet his eyes and he was broad across the shoulders from years of playing football and other sports.

So it was clear that Theo did have a type, and yet she couldn't help but notice the fact that for every trait he had that fit her type she still found a way to compare it to someone else, to discredit his place in what she looked for in guys.

Theo shook her head as Jones let out a laugh, scratching the back of his neck and with flushed cheeks he told her, "Yeah, I uh- I... nope, not a mute."

She doesn't find anything to say to him and she's too concerned with doing a deep dive into her psyche to understand why she had just made a mental list of how Jones lined up against Sweet Pea to even care to try to have a conversation with the boy next to her.

Leaning back against the kitchen counter Theo brings her cup up to her lips, sipping on her drink as her eyes survey the crowd around her. It seemed like everyone who was anyone at Riverdale High, and maybe even more, had shown up. If nothing else Cheryl Blossom knew how to throw a party, Theo hated to have to give the redhead any props but they were due.