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"There's a new girl in town"
"I heard she's a witch"
"Why is she so quiet?"
"Why is she alone?"

Y/n L/n, the new girl. She sits alone, she eats alone, she is alone.
She loves to write, play the piano and sing, when she's alone.
But people don't know about her incapability to speak fluently yet.

Jughead Jones, the weird kid. Weird, weird, weird. That's all people see.
He's writing a novel, he's always in Pop's choclitte shoppe, sitting alone.

CHAPTER ONE

Y/n's POV
I hugged myself tightly as I walked into Riverdale High, nervously biting my lip. I had my head down a little so I couldn't make eye contact with anyone, I had no idea where I was going. That was until a blonde girl came forward, who was wearing a pink jumper and had her hair in such a tight ponytail it looked stressful.

"Hi, I'm Betty. I am assuming you're y/n? I'm your tour mentor for the day and feel welcome to join our friend group!" She smiled widely, it made me even more nervous.

"You don't talk much, huh?" She said, I blushed and bit my lip again, a habit of mine.

"N-Not re-ally..." I said listening to my own voice, cringing as it came out muffled and I stuttered. I've not spoken much, I hate talking, listening to my own stutter. It makes me feel vulnerable and like an idiot, I also hate the way people use it to their advantage to bully and mock me.

"Oh, it's okay. I didn't mean to embarrass you, you remind me of someone..." she said as she looked at me.

"You don't really look like him, but he's just as awkward as you are, so I guess you'll get along" she laughed. I thought, two awkward people would just be one huge awkward mess. I giggled as you thought a situation like that, Betty noticed and smiled.

As I was walking, I listened to Betty intently and I noticed how she looked over at a ginger guy a lot, he looked as if he was captain of the football team or maybe just an important popular student. I observed some more and looked around as I noticed the stereotypical groups around the school.

However, I saw a guy wearing a beanie. He didn't seem to be with anyone, he was just... alone? Like me, maybe. He did look, strange? Not in his appearance, just the way he seemed but I am quite intrigued with his presence.

The guy looked up from where he was looking on his phone, we caught eye contact and I saw that his eyes were a bright blue-green colour. I felt my cheeks heat as I carried on walking but never broke the eye contact, his eyes followed my every move and I couldn't help but blush deeper.

"Oh god, I hope I didn't make you that embarrassed? Your face is heating up, I'm sorry" Betty said while she scratched the back of her neck and laughed, nervously.

"Wha- hm? Oh n-no, it's fine r-really." I said, breaking the eye contact, however, still glancing back. I was confused at myself as to why I spoke more than at least two words and I didn't stutter much. I glanced over at the strange guy and he had his head down as he smiled at his feet, his cheeks dusted over with a light blush.

"Anyway, your first class is Eng..." I zoned out as Betty continued to talk and instead looked at my surroundings for the first time. I observed some of the students actions and saw how people would occasionally point at me and question their friends. Small town, gossip spreads fast.

- Time Skip To First Class -

English. I loved English, I loved to read, it makes me leave this horrible world I live in and create my own new world of imagination and creativity. I walked into the classroom and noticed I was one of the first students to enter,

I also noticed the strange boy from earlier who just so happened to be looking in my direction as he glanced at the seat next to him and back at me, signalling me to possibly sit next to him. I obliged and shyly smiled at him as I sat next to him.

"Hey..." he said in my direction, gently smiling. I couldn't bring myself to speak, so I got my notebook from my backpack.

'Hey :)' I wrote on a piece and placed it on his table, neatly folded into four pieces.

He read the note and started writing back, I waited patiently as he wrote.

'You have lovely eyes...' he had wrote as I blushed a deep crimson red, I turned to him and saw him blushing and nervously looking around.

"Th-tha-nks, you-u do t-too..." I said, nervously biting my lip as I heard my stutter, hoping me wouldn't mock me.

And he didn't, instead, he smiled at me - the corner of his eyes crinkling in an madorable way. He didn't mention my stutter or mock it, he embraced it.

"Wow. Who crawled up in her ass and died?" Some ginger girl next to me said, I turned and saw her talking to someone behind her. I thought she was talking about me...

"Hello! My name's Cheryl, captain of the River Vixens cheer team. Tryouts are started today if you want to join." She cheekily smiled, almost demanding rather then asking me to join.

"I-I'll pa-ass..." I said quietly, gently. She looked at me and laughed. Well fuck you too, I thought.

"W-w-what?" She mocked as she turned around to sit in her own seat, still laughing.

I looked down and huffed as I started doodling in my notebook. Before I knew it I started to just draw a wolf, a lone wolf. Something I can relate to.

"Hey, just ignore her, she's probably just bummed out with what happened over the summer. Like no offence to her but I think she mourns weirdly" The guy next to me said.

"W-what?" I looked at him confused as I started writing on a note.

'My name is y/n btw :)
Y/n l/n x'

"Well, her brother drowned on the Fourth of July, people think she could've killed him. But that's just a conspiracy" he said while taking the note and smiling at it, I saw him start to write back.

"Oh, I love co-onspiracies" I said slowly, trying to control my stutter. He passed the note back as I read it,

'Well, I'm Jughead. Weird name but it's only a nickname, my full name is Forsyth Jones the third, which is still pretty weird aha x'

'I think it's cool, it's got a cool vibe to it. Very characteristic x'

He grinned widely as he read my reply, he put his hand out in a motion to shake my hand, I grabbed his hand gently and shook it once.

"He-ello, Forsyth J-Jones th-e Thir-d" I laughed quietly, not even concerned over my stutter.

"Hello, y/n l/n with the lovely eyes" he replied while having a cheeky grin as a light blush coated his cheeks.

A/N WELL THEN I GUESS THIS IS GUNNA BE A THING NOW AHA