Beacon Hills 1983

Chapter 47: Riverdale

(Teen wolf + The chilling adventures of Sabrina + Riverdale)
10 November 1983, Monday

The ride was extremely quiet.

We were all exhausted from having to sleep in a parked off school bus, since our early departure from Hawkins was unplanned and no pre-bookings to any motels or hotels near by were made.

However, it is now 08:35am precisely, as we enter our final destination.

"Riverdale, at last!" Lucy exclaims, scrunching up the piece of paper she'd written our stops on.
I lean against the window, trapped in my own thought bubble.
It seemed better not to tell Lucy about Timothée's drawing, knowing my best friend she'll probably do some witchy spell to trap the kid and beat the answers out of him.
I've come to the conclusion that both Timothée and Billy have absolutely no idea what the kanima is, or that they're involved with it- somehow.
They don't know who the master is, or what they are.
All they have are memory gaps, and snippets of moments that feel like dreams.

"Nes, we're going to be here for three days, I have to take you to Greendale, it's-"
"Yeah totally." I blurt, not really listening to her blabber.
"And you need to meet-"
"Sure."
"And the Diner is just-"
"Impeccable."
Lucy stops talking.
"You're not even listening to me. What's wrong?"
I fake smile, "Nothing's wrong."
She sits back and crosses her arms, unconvinced, "Fine, be like that. But you'll see when we get there."

I roll my eyes and continue staring out of the window.

Luckily, we took a two seater this time and Natalie was forced to sit somewhere else. I really do pity that girl for not having friends, but unfortunately, can see why.
She's too pushy and desperate to fit in.
It's odd, because she's rich and spoilt, and you'd expect at least some materialistic losers to suck up to her.
But maybe she's just so annoying that people would rather not.

When we arrive at the hotel, Mrs. Barron gives us the day to rest, and recover from our tiring trip.
As we wait for her to walk down the long que, handing out room keys, I scan the boys line and notice all but Timothée is present.

"Sorry Mrs. Barron," I stop her as she passes, "did you not mark Timothée Chalamet on the register last night?"
She takes one quick look at the boys line, then back at me, "Oh, yes I did. But Timothée won't be staying with us here in the hotel."
Before she walks off, I add, "If you don't mind me asking, why?"
She sighs, displaying that her exhaustion was just as noteworthy as ours.
"Because his parents want him to spend time with them while he's back home." She says, and moves on to the next pair.

Parents? Home?

"I thought you said Timothée was from Beacon Hills." Lucy says, speaking my mind.
I think back on my first conversation with him in Mystic Falls,

"Are you new? Haven't seen you around before this trip."
He shrugged.
"Nah, I'm not new. Just prefer staying in the shadows. Reading my books."

Shaking my head, I turn back to Lucy,
"I didn't ask if he was from Beacon Hills. I asked if he was new."
"So?"
She gestures with her hand as if to lure me to continue.
"So," I oblige, "Timothée just meant he wasn't new at school. He didn't say anything about being from Beacon Hills. That part was an assumption."
"Ohh. Now I get it." Lucy nods, as realization sets in.
"So he probably moved to Beacon Hills a long time ago. But... why doesn't he live with his parents?"

Lucy's question remains unanswered as we approach our room, and Natalie joins us out of nowhere.
The two of us groan in despair.
"Hey girls!" She exclaims, with her annoying preppy voice.
"Heyy..." we reply, quite obviously annoyed.
"I know," Natalie nods sadly, and hugs us way too tightly, "I know you're both just as upset as I am, that we all can't share a room."
With thick sarcasm, Lucy gasps, "Devastated!"
Natalie however, sees right through it,
"Ohh it's okay Lucy! Don't worry, I'm bunking with Claud."
She enthusiastically waves at the quiet brunette.

Claudia Gajos is a sweet, quirky girl that everyone likes, and is well known for her rusty blue Jeep.
She awkwardly waves back.

"Oh... What a shame." I say.
"Good thing you'll be there to keep Claudia company." Lucy adds.
Then we quickly rush into our room, and shut the door behind us.

"Phew! God bless Claudia." Lucy sighs.
I chuckle.
"Let's hope Natalie enjoys her company more than she enjoys ours."
Lucy wonders, "Hmm. Kinda feel bad for the girl."
I drop my bags on the bed, "Which one?"
We make eye contact and for some reason, find each other hilarious.
Soon we're rolling on the floor, dying of laughter.

Gradually, it dies off, and I feel the heaviness settle in again.
My brows knit together in a frown.

There's still so much I need to know. I can't be joking around with Lucy.

Maybe I should find Emel.

"Lucy, I should-"
"Is Taylan back home?"
She interrupts.
For a moment I hesitate, realizing that I forgot all about the number he gave me.

And that quean-looking girl from the cottage...

"Is he still in New Orleans?" She goes on, "Whatever, just give me the number he gave you. I'll call him and-"
"What if he's not there?" I blurt, slightly nervous.
Lucy grows suspicious, "Then... I'll just call your house."
"Oh... Okay."
"Nes, why are you being so weird. I thought we were passed this. I like your brother and he likes me."

It's not about that, Lucy.
It's about that girl.
It's about me not trusting him to be loyal to you.

And me leaving him alone with her.

"Oh its nothing I just..." I trail off, searching for the right words.
"I just don't want you to get hurt, that's all."
I look into her light brown eyes with genuine concern.
She raises her eyebrows, and holds her hand out for the page with the number.
I dig in my pocket and drop it in her hand.
She smiles, "Thank you."

And with that guilt and fear of what might happen if my best friend found what I was hiding from her, I exit the room.