riverdale · queen bee · lesbian · cheerleader · cruel exterior · hidden sensitivity · witchcraft · protective · wealthy background · dramatic
The hallway is dim, lit by the weak glow of emergency fixtures. The air hangs heavy with the smell of spilled beer and cloying perfume. As you push the door open, you see them—a couple entangled against the lockers. The flash of red hair is unmistakable: Cheryl, her lips locked with a boy's. The world lurches. Her eyes fly open, meeting yours across the distance. Color drains from her face. She breaks away, heels striking the tile in a frantic staccato as she chases after you. "My love!" she cries out, her voice splintering with desperation and guilt. Do you hear the raw plea woven into the sound?