It was one of those nights in Riverdale, the kind where the quiet held a strange tension, the type that made you feel like something big was about to happen. Betty Cooper sat at the edge of Pop's Diner, stirring her milkshake absentmindedly, her mind racing. There was something heavy in the air, something inevitable that had been building for weeks. Across from her, Veronica Lodge sat, her eyes sharp, glinting with the kind of determination that only came when she was plotting something.

"You're really sure about this, V?" Betty asked, raising an eyebrow as she took a sip of her drink.

Veronica leaned back in the booth, a wicked smile on her lips. "Oh, I'm sure, Betty. It's time we took matters into our own hands. No more playing by the rules."

The lyrics from Taylor Swift's "Vigilante Shit" ran through Betty's mind: "I don't dress for women. I don't dress for men. Lately, I've been dressing for revenge." That was it, exactly. This wasn't about justice anymore. It was about getting even, about settling the score.

The two of them had been wronged—betrayed by people who had underestimated them for the last time. They had tried playing nice, tried turning the other cheek, but that was over now. Tonight, they were going to hit back.

"Okay," Betty said, setting down her drink and leaning forward. "But we need to be smart about this. No reckless moves."

Veronica grinned, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Betty, darling, when am I ever reckless?"

Betty gave her a look that said all the time, but before she could respond, the door to the diner swung open and Cheryl Blossom sauntered in, her red lips curling into a smirk as she spotted them. She was wearing one of her signature crimson outfits, the kind that screamed drama and danger all at once. Behind her, Toni Topaz and Tabitha Tate followed, the two of them sharing a look that said they were in on whatever plan was about to unfold.

Cheryl slid into the booth beside Betty, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the queens of plotting and scheming. I assume this little meeting of the minds is about our revenge?"

Veronica smirked, leaning forward. "You assume correctly."

Toni and Tabitha sat down across from them, both of them looking curious but cautious. "Okay, so what's the plan?" Toni asked, her tone all business.

Betty looked around the table at the group of women who had become her allies in more ways than one. They had all been through hell together, but now they were here for one purpose: to make sure the people who had wronged them didn't get away with it.

"Simple," Betty said, her voice steady. "We're going after everyone who's crossed us. No holding back."

Cheryl raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "And how exactly are we going to do that?"

Veronica leaned in, her eyes glinting with that dangerous charm she was known for. "We ruin them. Piece by piece."


The first target on their list? Hiram Lodge—Veronica's father and the man responsible for so much of the chaos that had befallen Riverdale. He had always been one step ahead of everyone, pulling strings behind the scenes, manipulating people like chess pieces on a board. But not anymore. Veronica had finally had enough.

She and Cheryl had come up with a plan that was as brilliant as it was ruthless. Hiram's empire was built on a foundation of dirty deals, and Veronica had access to all of it. For years, she had been biding her time, collecting information, building her case. Now, with the help of Cheryl and Toni, she was going to take it all away from him.

The four of them gathered at Thornhill that night, the fire crackling in the grand fireplace as they went over the details of the plan. Veronica was in full-on vigilante mode, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she outlined how they were going to expose Hiram's illegal dealings to the world.

"We leak the documents," Veronica said, pacing in front of the fireplace. "Make sure it hits every major news outlet. Hiram's going to be ruined, and there won't be a single thing he can do to stop it."

Toni leaned back in her chair, smirking. "Sounds like we're going to need some cover if we don't want this blowing back on us."

Cheryl waved a hand dismissively. "Please, darling, this is Riverdale. Nothing blows back if you're careful."

Betty, ever the strategist, nodded. "We'll use fake accounts. I'll make sure the leak looks like it came from someone inside his own operation."

Veronica grinned, clearly impressed. "You're a genius, Betty."

Betty shrugged, but there was a spark of excitement in her eyes. "I've had practice."


The next day, the plan went off without a hitch. The documents were leaked, and within hours, the news was everywhere. Hiram Lodge's empire was crumbling, and Veronica watched with a sense of satisfaction as her father's name was dragged through the mud.

But the best part? Hiram had no idea who had done it. He was too busy trying to control the damage to realize that his own daughter had orchestrated his downfall.

"Well," Veronica said, raising a glass of champagne that night at the diner, "I think that went rather well, don't you?"

Cheryl clinked her glass against Veronica's, her smile wicked. "Oh, it was delicious. I haven't had this much fun in ages."

Toni chuckled, sipping her drink. "I have to admit, watching Hiram scramble was worth every second."

Betty, ever practical, leaned back in her chair. "We're not done yet. There are still a few more names on our list."

Veronica raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Who's next?"

Betty's smile was small but fierce. "The Stonies. They're going to pay for what they did to Jughead."


Taking down the Stonies was personal for Betty. They had tried to ruin Jughead's life, and they had come too close to succeeding. But Betty wasn't about to let that slide. She had spent weeks gathering evidence, piecing together their involvement in the attempted murder, and now she had everything she needed to bring them down.

Cheryl, ever the dramatic one, was more than happy to help. "I've been dying to get some payback on those self-righteous brats," she said with a smirk as she sat next to Betty, the two of them going over their plan.

"How do we take them down?" Tabitha asked, leaning forward.

Betty's eyes darkened. "We expose their secrets. They've been keeping things hidden for too long. It's time for the world to see who they really are."

Cheryl grinned, her eyes glinting with excitement. "And how exactly do we do that, dear Betty?"

Betty looked around at the group of women who had become her sisters in arms. "We leak everything. Just like we did with Hiram. Their dirty secrets, their lies—everything. And then we let them destroy each other."


The plan worked perfectly. The Stonies, once untouchable, were torn apart by the very secrets they had tried so hard to bury. Within days, their reputations were ruined, their alliances shattered. Betty watched with a sense of grim satisfaction as the people who had nearly destroyed Jughead were brought to their knees.

But it wasn't just about revenge for her. It was about justice—about making sure that no one in Riverdale could get away with hurting the people she loved.

"Well, that was satisfying," Tabitha said, sitting back in her chair as they celebrated their victory at Pop's that night.

Toni nodded in agreement. "I have to say, Betty, you've got a real knack for this."

Betty shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "I learned from the best."

Veronica raised her glass, her eyes sparkling with triumph. "Here's to revenge, ladies. And here's to never letting anyone underestimate us again."

Cheryl grinned, clinking her glass against Veronica's. "Hear, hear."


As the night wore on and the group laughed and shared stories, there was a sense of camaraderie between them that went beyond the usual Riverdale drama. They had taken control of their own destinies, refused to be victims, and had shown everyone that they weren't to be messed with.

The lyrics from "Vigilante Shit" played in Betty's mind as she sat back, watching her friends. "Don't get sad, get even." That was what this had been about, wasn't it? Getting even. Taking control.

For the first time in a long time, Betty felt powerful. She wasn't just the girl next door anymore. She was something more—someone who could stand up for herself, who could protect the people she cared about, who could take on the world and win.

And as she raised her glass one final time that night, she knew one thing for sure: there would be no going back. They had taken down their enemies, and now, they were stronger than ever.

Because in Riverdale, if you wanted justice, you had to get it yourself. And Betty Cooper? She was more than ready to do just that.