"I don't hang out with criminals sweet heart" A small laugh escaped my lips, as I swayed closer to the dark haired boy, wrapping my left arm lazily around his neck. "awh, but don't you sell petty drugs to underage highschoolers? sweet heart." Gwen Mattingly wasn't your everyday student at Riverdale high, That was obvious from the moment she crossed the threshold to her new, clean, school. it's not everyday you have a snake walking down the halls, But is that all she's reduced to? riff raff from the wrong sides of the track? honestly she could care less what anyone thought of her. except a certain dark haired football player.