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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My fingers tapped the desk rapidly as I made sure to double-check all aspects of the recording equipment. Betty and Veronica had left already and just arrived at Stonewall. I could hear faint music in the headphones I was wearing that allowed me to hear the duo.
"Van, from what people are saying, this isn't just a football party. It's a football party hosted by Stonewall's lame-ass secret society," Veronica's voice filled my ears as I let out a huff. Of course, Quill and Skull would be involved in this.
"And there's Bret," Betty spoke next. "God, it's like I can smell his privilege from across the room."
Veronica let out a small groan, "Ugh, okay. I'm going in. Betty, stay here in case I need backup."
I could hear the choppy music as Veronica distanced from Betty to approach Bret, hopefully without any issues. "Hiya, fellas," She greeted. "I'm Monica. You wouldn't happen to be rum drinkers, by any chance? Because... if you are, I'm taking orders."
Whatever wires Charles gave them, they worked fantastically because I could hear Bret's voice loud and clear seconds later. "Go back to my room, undress, and wait for me."
"Excuse me?" Veronica snapped.
"What? You said you were taking orders," Bret commented before laughing, to which Veronica followed along painfully.
"So," My sister attempted to change the subject. "Would you like some rum or not? It's spiced."
"Yeah, sure. Pour away."
While Veronica busied herself with pouring said drinks, Bret went on his bragging rant. "The Stallions are undefeated, 15-0. And that winning streak is gonna continue, right, boys?" The room exploded into cheers before I heard Bret's voice soften. "Oh, thank you."
"Especially now that Riverdale's top dog is out of the mix," Veronica enticed as she tried to pull proper evidence. "It's all over social media. Star player on the opposing team, randomly victimized right before the big game. It's quite a stroke of luck for you."
Betty's voice broke into the mix. "Uhh, Vanna...we have a bit of an issue."
I went to reply to her concerned tone but ignored it as Bret chuckled at Veronica's comment, which sent a chill down my spine. "Nah, doll. We make our own luck. Come here."
"Jughead?" My sister's voice interrupted the proper evidence.
"Jughead?" I repeated louder, slightly pissed off that our one true shot at getting dirt on the Stonies was busted.
"Veronica? I thought your name was--"
Ronnie was quick to end the small mistake as she addressed Bret. "Monica. Yes, it is. Uh.. excuse me."
