Destined

Chapter One

{Betty's POV}

The smell of gasoline and oil filled my nostrils as I walked through the very familiar mechanics shop known as the Riverdale Body Shop. My safe haven.

   From the moment I could walk, I was in the shop handing my dad tools and learning every inch of every car or motorcycle that came through the door. I fell in love with this place, and have spent almost everyday here. This is where I found my calling, along side my dad.

   When he got sick, I would tell him everything about my day here. What vehicle I worked on, what was wrong with it and how I was able to fix it. He always smiled as I told him. Before he died, he told me that no matter how much it hurt, I could never stop coming here. He knew how much I loved it, but also how much I would soon hate it.

   "Betty!" I hear the familiar voice of Joaquin call. Joaquin is the owners son, he's here just about as much as I am. I remember my dad always warning me to stay clear of him, but he never exactly told me why. My guess was because he's a boy. A very good looking one, might I add. But, I don't have that certain limb between my legs that he's attracted to.

   "Joaquin!" I yell back as I make my way over to him. Being in here, we all have to wear the custom Riverdale Body Shop overalls, but due to being around running cars constantly, I always tie the top of it around my waist. Leaving me with the baggy bottoms of the overalls and my black muscle shirt. Of course paired with my famous high ponytail.

   "There's a motorcycle coming in soon, it needs new brakes." He said as he pushed away some files. Joaquin was average height, nice build. He has shoulder length black hair and a few tattoos. "It shouldn't take too long, so hopefully you get him in and out quickly"

   "I'm always quick Joaquin" I smile, causing him to chuckle with a head shake. "Do you know the owner?" I asked, noticing his shudder.

   "Uhh, yeah. We're friends" he shrugs.

   "Okay then... Ill get him out quickly, don't worry" I smile before heading over to my station. I work at station 19 and usually get the motorcycles or the older muscle cars, they're what I'm best at.

   As I set my stuff down I hear the familiar roar of a Harley motorcycle. It's all black, a little older. The paint isn't very well taken care of but I can tell it's a loved bike. It's a beautiful bike, I have to tear my eyes away from it to look at the owner.

   "You must be the one that needs new brakes?" I say as he steps off the bike. He's tall and dark. Black boots, black jeans, a black shirt with the letter S on it, and a black leather jacket. The moment he peels his helmet off, I'm frozen. He's gorgeous.

   "Yeah, where's the mechanic? I need this done fast" he says, looking through me and around the shop.  

   "Umm, I'm Betty. I'll be your mechanic for today" I say, slightly appalled. I reach my hand out for a shake, only to be rejected by a laugh.

   "You? Uhhh, I don't think so. Where's Joaquin?" He demands. I'm dumbfounded. Where does this guy get the right!?

   Maybe he's not so gorgeous.

   "Joaquin!" I yell. Within seconds he's walking this way.

   "Hey Jones!" He smiles as they exchange a fist bump. "What's up?"

   "You gave me a mechanic that has no idea what she's doing" 'Jones' says motioning towards me.

   "Jones, she's the best we have. She knows anything and everything about motorcycles and muscle cars. I promise, you're in good hands my friend!" Joaquin smiles smacking the guys shoulder. 'Jones' doesn't look very pleased though he still hands the keys over to me. "Come on, lets go talk in private" Joaquin says to him before they turn and walk away.

   That's when I see it. Snakes in the shape of an S on the back of Jones' leather jacket.

   He's a Southside Serpent.

   How does Joaquin know a Southside Serpent?

   Trying to clear the terrible thoughts from my head, I get to work on the bike. The brakes are awful, like they've never been changed since the day the motorcycle was made. He's lucky he hasn't biffed it already.

   It only takes about 20 minutes for me to change them. Luckily it's right when they're walking towards me. I stare at them, a small smirk on my face as my eyes meet Jones'. His eyes are all over me, furrowed with confusion I'm guessing.

   "All done. You're lucky you haven't wrecked yet, those breaks were awful sir" I say, refusing to use his name. If that's even his actual name. "They should definitely last you awhile, just take it easy, okay?"

   "Thank you Bett's" Joaquin says, noticing Jones' refusal to speak. All I do is smile at him before handing the keys back over and pushing through the two. I'm used to it, men looking at me as though I don't know what I'm doing here. Very few women work around cars and it always makes men uncomfortable.

   But for some reason, his uncomfortable-ness made me angrier than usual.

   Why? He's just some guy, possibly a criminal! He was in a biker gangs jacket.

   Why did his disapproval of me bother me so greatly?

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Hey everyone!!

I jumped on the bandwagon!! Decided to write a Riverdale inspired story. Hope it works out well!!

-Danii