Cougar's Next Meal

A/N: As I mentioned in the description. This oneshot fanfiction was created as a creative writing assignment about 2 years ago in the POV of Ms (Geraldine) Grundy. I am not a very big fan of Riverdale myself but I've watched about 2 or 3 seasons so far and the decision to use Riverdale as a fanfic was at a spur-of-the-moment. As of right now as I'm publishing this, I don't have the intention of continuing the story and making a sequel (hence, oneshot). Nevertheless, I hope whoever manages to find this story enjoys reading it. 

Additional note: Ngl, I cringed as I was re-reading it. Enjoy :')

I've always had an affinity for young juvenile boys. It was really such a shame to lose a sweet catch like Archie Andrews. When he got me the new cello bow as a gift goodbye, I was willing to end things with him. He was a nice, nice boy and if that's what he wished, I'd respect that.

Then Alice Cooper barged in on our moment while dragging her daughter and Fred Andrews along behind her. She ruined everything! She threatened to expose me to Sheriff Keller and to the rest of Riverdale. I couldn't risk getting caught and thrown in jail so I did the next best thing -- leave.

Now that I'm away from Riverdale, I can thirst for young boys once again. I applied for the music teacher position in Greendale High and lucky me, I got it. The boys in Greendale are similar but somewhat different. They generally look the same as boys in Riverdale of course, there's no surprise in that as they're all the same age. However, the boys here lean towards the innocent side of the spectrum, not that there's anything wrong with it, all except for one.

Dylan Martinez, the boy with olive skin, almond-shaped eyes, chiseled jaw, and tousled coal-black hair. He was tall, fit, and had a sturdy frame. He wore a black leather jacket on top of a simple t-shirt and dark jeans with chains on the side.

Lady Fortune must have shone on me because what are the odds that the very boy I've been thirsting for since my arrival approached me. It was only when he was talking to me up close that I notice that his eyes were light brown with flecks of gold. He had a piercing gaze, as if I am fully exposed like an open book, as if he can see through every scheme of my collective facade behind 'Geraldine Grundy'. In that short conversation we had, his raspy and slightly gruff voice had told me that he and his friends were starting up a band together and he needed help in songwriting as well as request for independent study sessions. Being the new music teacher I, of course, agreed.

Turns out, he can play the electric guitar beautifully. His long fingers picks and strums at the strings in swift motions. His silver and titanium rings on his fingers reflecting the lights as he played the instrument in his arm. I especially like young boys that can play music. It makes them look more charming and I confess, that is also one of the reasons that had drawn me to Archie Andrews.

I sensed that this one was more dangerous than any boy I've met before. Besides the mysterious aura that emanated from him, it was his behaviour that showed it all. His actions, the way he moved seemed seductive and alluring, welcoming even. It was as if he was inviting me into his arms so that those fingers can play with me like the instrument of his. It can be wither slow, soft and gentle; or hungry, raw and wild.

One time, he brought the rest of his band into the music room to meet me to hear them play and subsequently give them pointers and feedback. The other boys were pretty average and not of my taste. The music they played were in the rock genre, but more specifically it sounded like Bon Jovi with a hint of Kodaline, grungy in a way but invokes compassion within the listener. I couldn't say that I wasn't impressed.

The more independent study lessons I had with Dylan, the intrigued I am of him. As I observed him, I couldn't help but wonder what was he like outside of this room? What had inspired him to pursue music? What was his family like and what kind of preferences did he have? I do hope he doesn't have a girlfriend. I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to explore every nook and cranny of his collected self, both physically and mentally.

I wondered all that about him as I notice and absorb his features and his being as a whole while he studied with me. He must have caught me staring as he asked me if anything was wrong which had snapped me out of my daze. I assured him, of course, that nothing was wrong. Obviously, I couldn't tell him that he was about to be the cougar's next meal.