#her: mum can i wear your watch for the chem ball coming up?

[hella1975]

yes im trying not to be so mean yes im working on my temper but under no section of my Healing Contract does it mention that these things must apply to my sister. in fact if you read the fine print it says im actively allowed to make her miserable. for my mental health

[justanotherdumbfanfictionbl-blog]

Sadness

It was just supposed to be another shitty day at Riverdale High but your world is turned upside down when the schools bad boy and the captain of the football team both take an interest in you. What will you do? Go after the loner you’ve liked your whole life or will the captain steal your attention?

Sadness - Chapter 2 // C1 // C3

The Game

Clothes scattered across your floor, unable to see the soft grey carpet that lays underneath, you let out a groan of frustration what the fuck am I going to wear? You think to yourself scanning the room for even the most basic pieces of clothing, then you spot it, your my chem sweet cheers band tee with a long sleeve mesh shirt hiding behind it, everything clicks, you’ve found the perfect outfit and it’s only 6:15, plenty of time to change and head back to school for tonights football game. Putting the mesh shirt on underneath your band shirt you pair it with a pair of classic black skinny jeans, platform black lace-up boots, leather jacket and a black beanie to hide your messy hair from the bun you wore earlier that day. It was simple but eye-catching, exactly what you’re looking for. You leave your make-up alone, doing minor touch-ups here and there and finally, you’re ready, with 20 minutes to spare. For the first time in your life, you’re actually excited to go to school, granted it’s for a football game and you’re only going for the boys, not the team spirit but hey, it counts. 

Stomping down the stairs in your platforms you head to the living room to find your parents sat together on the couch watching TV, “I’m going out” you mumble, poking your head around the door, just enough to see your face, “okay sweetie, have fun and be careful” your mum replies with a smile, you nod in understanding and head to the door yelling a quick “Bye, love you!” as you leave, hearing them shout it back as you shut the door. 

The cold air nips at your skin, reminding you how cruel a chilly night can be, maybe I should have worn a better jacket, you think to yourself as you wrap the leather tightly around your body, kicking yourself for not at least bringing a scarf, but at least it’ll all be over soon, putting your earphones in you blast your favourite emo playlist to at least try get you in the mood. 

Walking fast, you try to avoid being alone on the streets in the dark, even if it is only Riverdale you never know who or what is going to come wandering through the city. Within minutes you were in enveloped in the music, so much that you didn’t even notice the loud footsteps behind you, getting closer and louder with every step. The shadow of the mysterious figure coming into your line of sight too late, they threw their arms around you, locking your arms by your sides as you let out a blood-curdling scream, throwing yourself left and right in an attempt to break free, they lift you up, giving you the opportunity to swing your legs back, hitting the repeatedly in the legs and knees, praying that someone, anyone will notice and try help. 

The stranger takes two steps back as you continue to struggle, they swing you both around to face the way you came, a van waiting down the road. Adrenaline begins to kick in as the reality that you might die tonight clouds your mind and you do the only other thing you can think of at that moment. Lunging forward, you suddenly throw yourself back, tilting your head as far as you can in an attempt to break the attacker's nose, hoping they’ll release you and it works, the arms locked in place around your body now covering the strangers face as they bend over, screaming in pain as blood seeps through there fingers, you freeze for a second, wide-eyed and stunned that the plan worked, you try to get a look at your attacker but can only make out the basic features and build as the darkness cascaded over them. Without a second thought, you take off down the road, ripping the remaining earphone out so you can listen out for more footsteps, too scared to look back, you run and don’t stop until you get to the back of the school, hundreds of teenagers fill the stands as they eagerly wait for the team. You’re safe, for now at least. Letting out a sigh of relief you lean against the stands, catching your breath, looking around furiously as others watch you, whispering about why the fuck you look like you’re going to pass out. After a few seconds, you collect yourself and make your way to the front of the stands, descending up the metal steps, ignoring the glares and find a seat at the top, away from others.

It wasn’t too long before the game started and the crowd roared as the team ran out onto the pitch, Archie at the front, of course, football in hand. The girls all screeching around you as the boys barked liked rabid dogs, almost deafening, rolling your eyes at the enthusiasm you give them a small clap, to at least try show some kind of school spirit. Seconds later the rival football team come running out, the crowd sat on the other set of bleachers roaring with pride as their team make there way onto the field. You scan the crowd, looking for the fair-haired boy with the beanie, hoping he’s somewhere in the sea of people, too distracted to notice Archie watching you, brows furrowed as he tries to figure out what or who you’re looking for. You’re suddenly brought back to reality when the crowd screams, the game has started, turning your attention to the game, you watch as teenage boys tackle each other, the pig-skin flying through the air, causing more screaming from both sides. What the fuck is going on? You think to yourself, trying to understand, it was useless. 

Two hours pass by, still no sign of Jughead, you start to regret coming out and question if you should call it quits and go home. Right as you go to stand, ready to get out of there someone sits next to you, you freeze for a moment, unsure of who the hell would wanna sit next to the weird girl. Looking up and to your right, you’re greeted with a smile from a tall boy, it’s Kevin. You force a smile back, disappointed that it’s not who you wanted it to be, “hey Y/N, have I missed anything?” he asks, glancing over at the pitch, you shake your head. “Nah, it’s just a lot of back and forth, nobody has scored as far as I know” you huff, fed up of the situation, he nods, noticing you aren’t exactly in the mood. “So, have you thought about joining the musical this year?” Kevin asks, sparking another conversation, “I don’t know, I’m not really into acting or singing” you answer, eyes glued to the pitch, “that’s fair, I do think it’ll be fun though and Archie’s joining this year” he smirks, as if it would suddenly peak your interest. Glancing over you let out a light chuckle, amused at the idea of the captain of the football team singing and dancing, Kevin smiles, you’re not exactly one to laugh. It was nice for him to see. 

The game starts to come to an end, 5-3, the crowd are pumped up knowing the captain will get the team another win, the pressure is on as people sit on the edge of their seats, knees shaking as everyone concentrates on every move Archie makes, less than a minute left, it’s all or nothing. He charges down the feel, ball gripped tightly in his arm as sweat drips down his forehead, the path is clear, he’s confident he’s going to make it. A member of the opposing team notices, charging towards him at full force. Everyone panics, including you. Then out of nowhere another member of the team tackles the opposing member to the floor with a loud thud, they both skid across the field as Archie charges around them. Tripping over, he slides across the last few inches, extending his arm out with the ball in hand, everyone stands, silent, waiting for the referee. He calls it and the crowd goes insane, screaming and cheering as Archie stands to his feet, his teammates charging towards him, throwing their helmets across the field without care before lifting him onto there shoulders bouncing and cheering with victory as Archie smiles, searching the crowd for someone, searching for you. You smile and clap, feeling a little bit of team spirit but not wanting to make it too obvious. He soon spots you, making eye contact and smiling, his cheeks turn a darker shade of pink, looking down he chuckles, unable to wipe the grin from his face. He’s happy you came, admittedly, so are you.  

Once the hype began to settle, cheering turned to chatting as students made there way down the bleachers and towards the exit. Both you and Kevin stand, commenting on the last goal, he makes a comment about how good Archie looks in his jersey, you laugh and shake your head, refusing to comment. Making your way the bleachers, you’re stopped by Cheryl and her rodents “so, are you two ladies coming to my after party or what?” she asks glancing between you and Kevin with a mischievous look on her face, she was up to something. You shake your head “no, I’m going home, my bed’s calling my name” you answer smirking at Kevin as he looks at you, mouth agape, “what, you have to go!” he yells as Cheryl nods in agreement, adding “the after parties are the best part, you get to drink, dance and flirt with hot guys!” Cheryl agrees, “I’m not taking no for an answer, so I’ll see you there” she states before blowing you both a kiss and walking away, you wave your hand in the air, destroying the imaginary kiss as Kevin giggles. 

“I’m not going” you state once Cheryl disappears into the crowd, he playfully slaps your arm as you both start walking again, “you have to, I have no one else to go with” he almost pleads as you sigh, knowing there isn’t really a way out of it, “fine but I’m not staying long” you grumble as he shrieks with excitement “that’s the spirit Y/N, now lets go make some mistakes!” he grins as you giggle, regretting saying yes.

This is going to be a nightmare.