This town was nothing like she was used to. Skyscapes were replaced by towering trees. A bright skylight was replaced by the actual night sky. It was something she wasn't used too either. Smog was replaced by fog. The air was fresh, it was new. She loved it. But her home was missed alongside the bust streets. The way she was able to grab a coffee and just watch. She would sit there and make stories for each of them. It was something she adored doing. But all that was gone now. Busy streets had been replaced with wide streets and children. It was safer than New York, but safe is boring. Her family had an empire, they owned more than half of the buildings. They controlled both the night and day in New York. She was a rare princess. Of course, her family wasn't the only ones that ruled over New York, there were five families other than her own. Hers, however, sat at the head of the table.
The table consists of The Grade family, they had control over more than 80% of casinos in America. Their son Elio was about 6'2". His eyes were the colour of milk chocolate edged with a deep dark forest-green, they shone with deep and dark type mischief mixed in with danger. He had short brown hair and was slightly muscular but had a jawline that could cut glass. He typically wore suits and ties, the colour of the tie depended on his mood and his mission. The last time she saw him, he was wearing a deep luxurious red tie. His voice was like a deep forest. She missed the days where she could just sit and listen and get lost in his voice. And he tasted just like a forest. Fresh and like pine cones, it was soothing. It held secrets, but it was captivating.
The next family was the Boucher family and that family owned a large number of restaurant chains and night clubs all around America. The son and soon to be heir was Christopher Boucher otherwise known as "Lil Poutine". He had a long face one that was similar to his father, short blonde hair that was always styled messily, yet it made him look more professional than anything else. He had eyes as blue as the sky, and when the light hit them a certain way, they would become almost white. They were stunning. But he had absolute darkness about him, the way he would study people and search their souls made people uneasy. He would easily read people like an open book, their secrets were something he would take without hesitation. He was the same height as Elio, but he had a stronger build. He had full red lips that looked perfectly kissable, his lips were entirely full as well. He was almost a gym fanatic. He wanted to be able to protect his pride if he was ever involved in a fight.
Then the St. Clair's they owned the majority of the hospitals and they also were a weapons manufacturing company. And there was their son Nicholas "Nick" St. Clair. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing: a hard-partying Lothario with dark desires and an unchecked sense of privilege. He has dark chocolate hair always slick back. He had full lips, and they were always in a smirk. He knew exactly how to drive the ladies crazy and more than enough times Veronica had to clean up after his messes. She wanted to go home to her family, but she knew her father had a reason to send them to Riverdale, and whatever it was going to be, she would do as she was instructed.
Then there were the Kowalski, their son Jason had pale pink lips, the top lip was slightly thin and gave off the illusion of a natural cupid's bow, and his bottom lip was larger and fuller. His short brown hair was like waves of pure earth and would softly reflect the light of the sun; each strand moved freely in an ocean born breeze. His hair was as soft as silk. His hair reached his shoulders and perfectly framed his face. And last but not least his beautiful brown eyes that swirled like warm chocolate.
The last family was unknown to her. Her parents had decided that they were to be courted. She understood why people believed it was an archaic concept, but it was how her family worked, and she loved it. She was proud to be a Lodge, and she would take everything that comes with the title on board without complaint. All she knew about that family is that they didn't live in New York, but they were apart of a gang and that they had a so. They had control over a large town that they gather wanted for his own. They were a valued resource to her father.
The four of them were royalty at her school. They knew what made them upset, which made them feel good. She missed them dearly. They didn't have any boundaries, they would blur the lines between friends and lovers occasionally. Sexuality for them was irrelevant when they wanted to release, they were served with it. It didn't matter who it came from, all that mattered was the end achievement. They were her princes, and she was their Queen they all needed her, and she adored the feeling. But now she was nothing more than just a 'commoner'. She despised being at this school, and she wished she was back home on her throne, but instead she was in Riverdale, playing the role of the good girl. He father had instructed her to gain the trust and friendship of both Elizabeth 'Betty' Cooper and Archibald "Archie" Andrews. Their parents had been one of the main reasons her family left Riverdale, but now that they were back. It was time the Coopers and the Andrews pay for what they have done. So she did as she was instructed.
It all started the night at Cheryl's party. She slowly planted the idea in Cheryl's head to play seven minutes in heaven. She knew the blonde had a crush on the redhead, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. The night of the party had arrived, and then the game began. Thankfully she was paired up with Archie and given a chance to start part of her plan. Once they entered the closet together, she hugged her body to give the illusion that she was cold. And Archie being the gentleman he was, he placed his jumper around her arms to warm her up. She put his jacket around her arms and smiled at him.
"Thank you so much, Archie, you're such a gentleman,'' she beamed up at him. She knew he liked her by the way his face turned a slight red as he blushed. He nodded his head in agreement, refusing to trust his voice. She stared straight into his eyes and started to tilt her head up to match his height. His eyes flickered between her eyes and lips. She watched as his eyelashes touched his cheekbones. And she smiled in victory, she had him exactly where she wanted. She felt him kiss her lips, like a fly in a trap. It was perfect. She knew it was only a matter of time now. Her plan had begun. She arrived home that night and found her parents sitting on opposite ends of the couch. She sat down near them but closer to her father. She told them the success of her night and then bid them goodnight. Her father had shown how proud he was by gifting her with a new pearl necklace.
RING.
She was snapped out of her daydreams by the sound of the bell. She reached her locker and put in the combination. 27. 09. 89. Her father's date of birth, she knew she was a daddy's girl. But that didn't matter to her.
She closed her locker door and glanced around the crowded corridors. She could see his fiery mop working and moving against everyone else. It was never hard to miss him in the crowds. Signing she put on her fake smile and slightly slouched her back. She wanted to look as small and fragile as possible. That's what Archie loved the most about her, the way she looked like she needed to be saved. But she was far from needing to be saved. She had given up fighting the darkness that settled around her heart and lungs and instead found peace and solace in it. He was the golden boy, the perfect boy next door. He was filled with goodness, and she played on his be to be a hero. She glanced down at the straight-haired blond girl walking next to him, her hair up in its signature style. She was the perfect image of innocents, she would always wear jumpers and jeans. Everything she wore symbolised innocents and perfection. She was 'perfect' in all sense of the word itself. Betty and Veronica were complete opposites. In much more than just personalities.
Veronica studied the way they looked and smiled at each other. They were perfect for each other, the ideal example of a couple goals. But it was part of her plan to get Archie to want to be with her and not Betty. She, of course, did things to him that only someone with experience could do. She was able to bring him to his knees while simultaneously bringing him new heights of pleasure.
"Hey Archinkiness", she said overly sweet. Her lips locked onto his. She felt his hands wrap around her waist and pull her closer to his chest. She felt him smirk, she pulled away but planted another kiss against his lips. She was still staring into his eyes when her best friend made her presence known.
"Hey B, how are you?" she smiled towards her best friend before embracing the blonde.
"I'm great V, What are we doing this afternoon?" Betty asked her nicely.
"I've got to go over to the SouthSide and volunteer" she responded with a smile. She knew neither of them understood why she spent so much time in the SouthSide.
"Okay, I'll come home with you, and then we can head over together," Archie said with a wink. She knew exactly what he wanted. With that being said, Veronica grabbed his hand and pulled him behind her. And waved towards her friend who was still standing in the middle of the corridor looking lost. They walked towards the black car. As they sat down along the back seat, she unzipped his pants and pulled him out. And instantly placed him into her mouth. She knew this was something that made him go insane. She swirled her tongue around him and bobbed her head up and down. Until he released deeply into her mouth. She, of course, swallowed.
They had barely made it through the doors of the Pembrook when his lips attached to neck kissing and sucking on the softest spots of her neck. His warm breath washed over her neck. It sent fire throughout her body. She spun around and captured his lips with hers. The fumbled towards her bedroom, each losing an item of clothing along the way. He ripped her shirt apart. Her buttons flying everywhere as she unbuckled his belt and removed in a singular movement. He pushed her against her mattress, she loved the way she sunk into it. It's one of the reasons why she bought it in the first place.
"Oh, Ronnie" he breathed out. She knew he would love the light pink lingerie she had brought. She knew it would make her look innocent. He gently took her undies off, to slow for her liking, but that's how he worked. She laid on her back as he filled her. He wasn't big, nor was he small, he was adequate. He felt good. He placed his hands on her hips and started moving slowly. In and out, over and over again. It was repetitive, and it was good. But it was always just good. He kept drawing in and out of her. He was close. His breathing was ragged, and his face was scrunched up. She watched the tension build up in his stomach, and she felt him release. He slowly left her body. This is what it was like for them. They just had sex nothing more. There were no authentic tender moments between them. Nor were there any intense toe-curling moments either.
She rose from her bed and got dressed. She put on her signature outfit, but her skirt was slightly shorter than usual. And over her outfit, she placed on her hood (the same one she wore in the first episode). She noticed the time and realised she wants to go to be able to go to Pops dinner. She glanced towards Archie, who was still on the bed, trying to regain his breath. He was close to sleeping.
She rolled her eyes and headed down to her front door. She passed by Smithers, who simply nodded his head at her. He opened the doors of the Pembrooke and walked towards her car. She stared mindlessly out of the window and watched as the scenery changed. Her hand keep clenching and unclenching. She was getting anxious, and she needed a draw, very soon. As she pulled up in front of the White Wyrm, she took out a pack of cigarettes from her purse and placed one between her lips. She took out her lighter from her bag and lit the cigarette.
The way she exhaled and watched as the smoke curled and swirl in the night air made calmed her. Yet it set her alight all the same. This was something that created a pattern in her life. She drew in the toxics and then add a bit of fresh air. This would make her realise just how human she actually is. It amazed her how something so small could cost her her life. She flicked the ash that had gathered on the end of her stick and watched as it fell to the snow, it slightly melted the snow and sizzled as it touched the ground.
She took the last drew of her cigarette and headed into the White Wyrm.