In which the teenagers of Riverdale start a group chat, and chaos unfolds from there. © xxxlejindaryxxx 2017

I couldn't see him that well from this angle, but I could tell he dressed expensively. He wore nice dress pants with a white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves. The watch on his hand shinned, like it was made from little diamonds. I squinted my eyes, looking closer to see his face. He had groomed facial hair, and thick eyebrows. He had light brown hair. He looked older, maybe around his late thirties. Who he was, I didn't know? My mom and dad barely brought over any of their friends. The man crossed his arms. He rose his chin and looked up, right at me like he sensed me there. He raised his eyebrow at me. For a moment we just stared at each other. I wanted to figure out who he was, and he was probably doing the same. Finally, he gave me a smile....

"... Isn't that... My shirt?" "Huh?! Then how did it end up in my locker?!" We both froze, my face turning red as I looked down at the baggy material. How could I not have noticed? And why did he have to walk in just now? Christian watched me, his face slightly red as he moved closer. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch, the kick, the pain... But it never came. Instead, I felt something different. Soft lips on top of mine, moving slowly and sweetly. I opened my eyes. Christian Nelson, the most popular jock in the school, was currently making out with me in a gym locker room.

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