Savanna feels like there's nothing that can surprise her anymore after living in Riverdale. The town with pep certainly still has a few tricks up its sleeve including an anonymous camera man, a castle-school full of pretentious teenagers waiting to...
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The week started out like any other. Who would've guessed where I'd be by the end?
Monday
Since the notice of Dad's diagnosis, Veronica, Hermosa, and I had been putting in more effort to spend time together as a family. This included morning breakfast at least twice a week and dinner as often as possible. I enjoyed the time with Veronica, and Hermosa and I were working past our obstacles, so things were finally playing out for the better.
The luxurious feast in front of us was literally making my mouth drool as I grabbed a few strawberries and a muffin from the plates ahead of us. I was about to take a bite when there was a loud crash as Dad dropped his teacup and it shattered on the floor.
"Damn it!" He cursed as he stood up to prevent any from spilling on him.
"Oh, Daddy, let me get that for you," Veronica offered as she got up from her chair next to me with a napkin in hand.
"I got it! I don't need your help." He snapped as he held a hand up to keep her away. I made a move to stand up but Hermosa's foot connected with my ankle as she gave me a stern look to stay in my seat.
Veronica glanced at us and saw how we were remaining in place before she let out a huff. "No, of course not. Which is why I'll never offer it to you again." She moved behind me in a rush and grabbed her jacket from the couch before leaving out the door without another word.
I let out a deep breath at the resounding sound of the door slamming before taking a big bite out of my muffin. This was gonna be a long week.
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Upon leaving the Pembrooke, Jughead called me as soon as I got in the car. "Hey, babe, what's up?"
"You're never going to believe the morning I've had. First, DuPont tells me I'm kicked out of Quill and Skull, which, whatever, but I have to write my novel by Friday. I have to write the best damn Baxter Brothers novel these Stonies have ever read by Friday, which coincidentally is the Ides of March. You know, Stonewall Prep celebrates the holiday by throwing a big blowout in the woods."
I hummed to myself as I began to pull away from the Pembrooke to head to school for the day. "Okay, well, why don't you write about what's been happening to you at Stonewall? Like a roman-a-clef, let's say?"
"Like a prep school thriller?"
"Sure," I agreed.
"We could start with Moose's arrival here."
I nodded even though he couldn't see me. "Exactly. And just keep it up from there. Add a few fictional bits if needed, but yeah, I think you've got it, Jug."
"You're brilliant, you know that?"
I laughed. "Always for you, Jones. Always for you."
