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Lunch was probably not Bea Cooper's thing, as she saunters towards the cafeteria with a tray of food and an Espresso Frappé that Reggie got for her from Starbucks before disappearing to his group of friends outside. Her blue eyes wandering around, trying to find a seat that was away from all this shit.

Glancing around, Bea finally found a seat that was away from all the commotions. She placed the tray on the table and sat down, before pulling out her phone and stuffing her earphones inside her ears. She certainly doesn't want to hear what the world has to say, so, she maximized the volume, and tap on My Chemical Romance's 'I'm not okay', because let's face it, she was definitely not okay.

Staring off into space, Bea thought about all the fun things she could do once she's away from Riverdale. For starters, she needs a job; luckily for her, Gladys already has a spot for her in her shop in Toledo. It was probably a drug lab, but who cares? It pays good. Much better than sulking around in Riverdale. On the other hand, Bea still has to figure out how to say goodbye to her friends— oh wait, does she even have any? She certainly doesn't feel like she has. Who the fuck cares anyway? She's going to Toledo, and that's final.

Startled off from her thoughts, the strawberry blonde Cheryl Blossom suddenly appeared in front of her, a tray in her hands. Raising an eyebrow, the jet blacked haired beauty ignored her and kept on eating, not giving any damn about the red cladded woman.

Cheryl was obviously saying something, but because of the earphones plugged inside her ears, and the loud music, Bea was able to block out everything that the Blossom woman was saying. Although, Bea was nodding to whatever the other was saying, pretending to be actually listening.

After a few moments of nodding off to Cheryl, the latter smiled at her— and that meant Bea had agreed to something. Ripping off her earphones, Bea finally spoke up, "What?"

Cheryl was shookt, eyes widening. "Uhm, you were on full blast all along?"

"Yeah," Bea muttered, looking so bored with everything. "You were saying?"

Clearing her throat, Cheryl began. "I have arranged a small party, and you should definitely join. Bring your Reggie, or that Serpent with you if you must." By mentioning Sweet Pea, the red head of the two made a disgusted face.

"Your parties are never fun, Blossom." Bea chuckles, chewing on her fries. "Its just plain old parties with alcohol, drugs, sex and music. If it ain't 'Seven Minutes in heaven,' it's 'Truth or Dare.' It's honestly boring." Prolonging the last word, she smirked at Cheryl who looked like she was gonna punch Bea.

"What are you," Cheryl sneered, fist banging on the table. People were starting to stare at them, murmurs filling up the room. "A professional party goer for you to even say that I, Cheryl Fucking Blossom, is boring?"

Giggling, Bea Cooper stood up, placing her foot on the seat. Is this woman actually serious?

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From the other side of the room, the Core Four stood watching at the scene that Betty Cooper's younger sister was currently involved in. Veronica Lodge wasn't a fan of Bea, but she knew that the latter can handle this situation very well. She glanced at Betty who was smiling from ear to ear while staring ahead.

"Is Bea gonna be alright?" Archie Andrews asked, a worried look plastered on his face. He was worried at the young Cooper who was standing tall and proud as she faced a woman with fire.

Jughead Jones was stoic, but he knew Bea so well, and she wasn't going down without any fight. "She's going to be fine, Arch. You know how she is when it comes to this kind of things." He wrapped his arm around Betty who has yet to say a word.

Betty Cooper watched as Cheryl Blossom turned redder and redder with fury. She knew the strawberry blonde girl was angry, and no one likes an angry Cheryl Blossom. No one dared crossed her path, and if they tried, the gates of hell will open. But she knew her sister, and she was already proud even though the fight hasn't started yet. Not even an ounce of worry crossed her mind.

"She's a Cooper."

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The atmosphere was thick, and Cheryl Blossom glared intensely at her. Bea Cooper was anything but weak when it comes to fights. Physical fights, or fights like this is here favorite. It's like a hobby, you know? This is where she blows off her steam; but she never starts the fights, no. It all depends on the situation, and occasion. But this? This was only a child's play, and Cheryl Blossom was surely acting like one. Hell, this isn't even a fight! 

"Who am I," Bea remarked, shaking her head as she sat down and plugged her earphones back again and maximizing the volume. "I'm Bea fucking Cooper, and I would rather choke myself than attend your boring party, Cheryl Fucking Blossom. Have a tremendous day." With that, the Cooper continued to drink her Espresso Frappe, and scrolling through Twitter.  She didn't even hear the loud disappointments from people who wanted to see a fight between two of the strongest women in Riverdale High.

Looking up, she saw Cheryl still sat on the seat, but with a stoic expression on her face. "Uhm, Cheryl, dear cousin," Bea whispered, leaning  closer to her cousin. "I was just joking, I would gladly go to your party tonight."

"You're such an ass, Bea." Cheryl hissed, rolling her eyes and smiled. "Thanks, the party would never be the same without a druggie like you."

In a flash like speed, Bea dashed to Cheryl's side. Her blue eyes were filled with rage, and her lips were etched in a sinister smile. Anger seeped in her bones as she gripped on Cheryl's arm rather tightly. "Who are you calling a druggie, Blossom?"

Cheryl was squirming in her grip, trying to get away from Bea's hold, but the latter was relentless. "Leave me alone, you freak!"

Without any hesitations, Bea gripped her tighter. "Who do you think you are, you pretentious bitch," Leaning closer to Cheryl's ear, the blue eyed girl whispered, "Call me that again one last time, and I will poison you with a maple syrup."

Releasing Cheryl, Bea sneaks off, possessing a now void face. Furious was an understatement as to what she felt at the moment. She was not in the mood for anything right now, and all she wants to do is to go home and fucking sleep.

Suddenly, a hand gripped her wrist and dragging her to an empty hallway. Recognizing the Serpent immediately, Bea calmed down. "What the fuck, Sweet Pea?"

They both halted, eyes boring into each other's. Sweet Pea stares at the beauty in front of him, who was looking for answers as to why he dragged him here. The Serpent shakes his head, and breathing out heavily.

"Why did she call you a druggie?"

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Author's notes

Hey y'all what's up?? Sorry for another short and shitty chapter. I honestly don't know where this is going but eh, I'm planning it now. Anyways, feedbacks? Love y'all ❤️