𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐍𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐦

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Betty's POV

(A/N: CANT WE BE SEVENTEEN?!?!?! ^^)

School ended about an hour ago, now me, Toni, Cheryl, and Veronica are at the Wyrm.

We invited Josie, but her mom literally freaked when she even heard my name.

It's obviously not Cheryl's first time here, but she always seems surprised anyway.

Veronica, on the other hand, was in absolute awe. It was her first time here and she's already made two friends and kissed a stripper.

She'll fit in just fine.

"Shit, Betty. Now I wanna be a Serpent," Veronica says, not completely sober.

"Ronnie, we should probably have is conversation when you can actually remember it afterward."

"Woo," she cheers, walking away with Fangs to dance.

"The rich bitch seems to be having fun," Toni comes up and says to me.

"Yeah. I like her. You?"

"Never thought I'd say this, but she's not half-bad."

"T.T., bride of hobo," cheryl addresses me and Toni.

"Yes?" Toni asks.

"Can we go have some fun?" She asks leaning into Toni.

"Why can't we hang out with Betty?" She asks.

"Cause Betty's Gollum looking of sister fucked my brother, aka her cousin. I don't forgive her yet," Cheryl admits.

"Oh, don't act all innocent, Cheryl. We all know you fucked Jason on the quiet nights at Thornhill. By the way, whatever happened to Thornhill? I heard about the tragic fire, but I think we all know that you couldn't handle the word 'no' and burned it down yourself."

"At least I still have a mansion: Thistle house! You live in a trailer, you scum."

"Cheryl, I live in a trailer," Toni says.

"At least yours isn't crawling with rats."

"Jokes on you, Cheryl... I don't have a trailer anymore," I say walking to the basement of the Wyrm.

I've had enough of the red-headed devil.

I walk down to the basement to see Jones lying on my bed, reading one of my books. "Hey! Hands off, you reprehensible fuck waffle!" I say snatching the book from his hands.

"Hey! I was getting into that," he says trying to grab it out of my hands.

"Ask nicely," I demand.

"Please?"

"Here. Be careful with it!" I say walking away. "What book is that anyway?"

"Uh... 'Turtles All The Way Down' by John Green."

"Great book. Surprised you haven't read it."

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