Broken: the Ultimate Crossover

Chapter 15

Kavinsky's POV

Veronica is possessed.

She's possessed by that stupid demagorgan and I can't do anything about it. I want to help her, and I guess by just being there I am, but I feel like she trusted in the least helpful person to keep her secret.

It's after 5:00 and everyone else seems to have left.

Good to know guys, thanks for letting me and Veronica know.

I open the door to the classroom and check for any sign of life, then help Veronica out of the history room and out the door. I assist her to her fancy black car, so expensive I don't even know the name of it, and she turns to me with a smile.

"Thank you so much," she says, looking me up and down, which sends an awkward shiver up from my toes to my neck.

"Anytime," I reply with a small smile.

"Remember," she tells me, looking me dead in the eye with her chocolate stare. "You can't tell anyone."

Hiding this from Peter and the rest of the gang seems like a really bad idea, but I can see her reasoning behind it. I nod and she gets into her car, backing up and driving away.

She's beautiful, but also scary. How do we get the demagorgan out of her body? Is it slowly taking over her soul or is it something else? As I walk home in the rain I contemplate these things, each one creeping me out even more. I keep looking over my shoulder to make sure it's not following me and my pace steadily becomes quicker throughout the trip. The rain is coming down harder and the fog is creeping in.

I make it to my house and hear a low growl. I slowly turn around and see nothing, but then suddenly, like a fox hound on a hunt, it's upon me.

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Betty's POV

"So Betty," Nancy starts, handing me a cool glass of lemonade and sitting down across from me on the couch, next to Lara Jean. "Peter, huh?"

I blink at her in surprise. "What? No. Why would you think that?"

She and Lara Jean exchange a knowing glance and then turn back to me.

"Oh come on Betty," Lara Jean says with a smile. "You two are cute together, and we see the way he looks at you."

"I promise I have no idea who you're talking about," I tell them truthfully. "I've known him for three days total and I've hardly spoken to him about anything besides the demagorgan."

My mind flashes to Jughead, my knight in shining armor. The way he pulled his serpents off of me today was very notable and charming. I shake out of my daze and look back at them. "I promise, Peter and I are just friends."

Nancy sighs. "So if it's not Peter, who's the lucky guy?"

I roll my eyes and look out the window, my breath catching in my throat. "Kavinsky!"

"Oh so the other Peter," Lara Jean says with a giggle.

"No," I reply quickly. "Lara Jean, do you have a lighter and corn starch?"

"Yeah the lighters in the closest drawer in the kitchen and the corn starch is right under it," she replies with a strange look. "Why?"

I hurry to the kitchen and retrieve the lighter and take a handful of starch, shoving the gross substance into my mouth. I run outside into the rain and fog to Kavinsky, who is being straddled by the demagorgan. I slide my finger across the lighter and a small flame comes out. I blow my mouthful of starch into the flame, producing a much larger one. The demagorgan shrieks and let's go of Kavinsky, running off into the trees. I rush to his side and kneel down beside him, examining his wounds. There's three parallel scrapes across his cheekbone and his arms are swollen from the demagorgan's tight grip.