I never understood why Betty was so into Archie. So what, he's in shape. So am I. And I have red hair. I'm also less annoying, too.

I had watched her pine over him for years. It never got any easier for me. And with the drama with my brother and her sister dating, I stood no chance.

Everyone thinks that I'm this huge bitch, but really I'm not. I'm defensive, yes, but if your whole school started rumors about you and your brother dating, wouldn't you be, too? Because I am single and I love my brother, they jump to incest as the conclusion. Idiots.

I understand the confusion over me being single, though. If I'm being honest, I am a real catch. Head cheerleader, beautiful.. the whole package. But the boys at this school don't interest me at all. She does.

So, every day, I pine over her while she pines over Archie. It's pretty pathetic, I know.

"Are you going to the party tonight, Cher?" Taylor asked me, drawing my attention away from the blonde.

"Don't call me Cher. I hate that name," I snapped at her. Her face fell a little and it made me feel remorse for a brief second.

"Sorry," she apologized and fidgeted at her seat across from me.

"It's okay," I tried to soften the blow a little. "But to answer your question, no."

"It's going to be really fun," she tried convincing me. Nothing would get me to go to one of Kevin's parties. Everyone got ridiculously hammered there and made fools of themselves. "Betty will be there," Taylor said quietly so that no one else would hear.

"Really?" I perked up, sounding a bit more enthusiastic than I had intended.

"Uh huh," she responded, nodding.

Taylor was the only person that I had trusted with this secret. The secret that I was into girls and more specifically, Betty.

I glanced back over to my crush and saw her looking off into the distance as Veronica and Archie flirted. Jughead was glued to his laptop, as always. I was annoyed that no one was giving Betty the attention that she deserved. They never did.

"Okay, I'm in," I caved.

"Awesome!" My best friend celebrated. "So, I will pick you up, yeah?"

"No, I'll pick you up. We are not showing up in your shitty car," I paused for a moment, realizing that I, again, sounded harsh. "I'm sorry. You know what I mean."

"Yeah, no. It's cool," she played it off, but I knew my words had hurt her. She wasn't as blessed as I was and she had worked hard to buy her car. It really was a piece of shit, though. "So, you will pick me up?"

"Of course, silly," I said, cheerfully, trying to put my mean comment in the past.

"Cool!" She grabbed her backpack and stood from the lunch table. "I'll see you around seven-ish then?"

"Yes, I'll see you then, Tay," I answered.

A party with Betty Cooper. I couldn't imagine her being the partying type. Did she even drink? Would stupid Archie be there, also? My mind reeled, but my stomach filled with excitement.

I decided to leave school early, to prepare for the weekend.