BETTY      »       shecooper‌:

a GUST OF WIND causes loose strands of hair to fly into her face. she doens’t locate the source, not until his hands are on her shoulders and his hurried words in her ears. there’s a frown etched onto her features. WHO IS THIS BOY? his face isn’t one she recognises. he isn’t a pupil at her school, clearly, and that makes her SUSPICIOUS.

❝  yeah, we do   —     ❞           her books are hugged closer to her chest as she shakes off his hands. taking a step back. but she can’t put too much distance between them, not when the cool metal of the lockers is already digging into her back. betty doesn’t think she should trust a STRANGE BOY WITH A BAT.            ❝  who are you ? WHAT DO YOU WANT ?❞           

               they did. —- it’s about the best news he’s heard since he’d purposefully followed his dad into riverdale, been caught red-handed & then promptly discovered that the joint-case his dad & the department here was so much more than the typical foul play all within the first seven hours of his arrival. & then it occurs to him how suspect he must look to her. he can’t even begin to contemplate exactly how ruffled he looks —— or that he’s unintentionally crowding her against the barebones of her locker. 

                                           yeah, smooth move stilinski. way to project those creeper vibes!  

              stepping back & carding a hand into his fringe, he all but FORCES himself to calm down. “sorry —- i’m stiles, i’m working with the police. — my dad. we —- he was called in to help with the murders —–” the words and i followed are left unspoken but heavy between them as he waves between them. as if it explained ANYTHING. “so, chem room, i’m just going to head there now, sorry—-” again, he gestures between them as he takes another step back “about all of this,” & there he goes, about facing & trotting back down the hallway to continue his search.