Surprising Combinations

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Archie comics. DAMN IT!!!!!

Cheryl sighed and walked down the hall towards Betty's locker. It was now or never.
*Remember, Cheryl, not too strong,not too weak.*
Of course she didn't need to worry, considering nobody ever turned down Cheryl Blossom. Not because they didn't want to, but because they couldn't.
She sighed,and leaned next to the beautiful blonde's locker.
"Hi." she said. Betty looked up in surprise.
"What do you want?" was the less than expected unfriendly response. But at the same time it wasn't unfriendly,it was preoccupied.
"Look,I just decided it's time for a change,that's all." She blinked her violet eyes,even though Betty had her head in the locker,looking for her history book. She stopped,and turned to stare at Cheryl. "What kind of change?"
"I just decided to be nice to you." she flipped her hair in. Betty blinked. It was almost...seductive? No,Cheryl wasn't lesbian. There was no way.Cheryl continued,"I mean, I've been mean to you my whole life. And for what? Where has it gotten me? It just earned me one less friend. But I want to change that."
"So in other words,you need a bigger entourage,and want me to be in it because you're *desperate*?" Betty put a slight emphasis on this last word,and it was a slap in Cheryl's face.She watched in hidden hurt as Betty shut her locker and walked away. If Betty thought what she thought She was implying,then this wasn't going to be an easy task.

***
The word echoed in Cheryl's ear as she lay down on her bed.
*Desparate*
Betty didn't mean it in the context in which she had used it. She hadn't meant that Cheryl was desparate for a bigger entourage. She had deliberately use that word,desperate. It was a word Cheryl loathed as she had grown older. Yet from Betty, it was like basking in something glorious, yet being whipped by wire...bittersweet....
She sighed and turned onto her stomach, clenching the pillow in her fist.
Betty had used the word desparate to remind Cheryl of all the things she had done. Of the dirty slut she used to be.Of all the guys she had slept with to ignore the fact that she was lesbian. Of all the guys who had broken her heart....of the guys she slept with to forget about the heartbreakers. Of coure nobody knew she was lesbian,and she'd rather have them think her desparate than a slut. But now that she knew what true love felt like,as she was in love with Betty,she wished the word had never crept into her ife. How had she managed to sleep with so many guys in one year?
She shut her eyes as a tear ran down her cheek. How had she done so much to cover up something nobody would've cared about in the first place? How had she done so much wrong so that she would seem right?
She let out a loud sob,surprising herself.She got up and walked to her bathroom.She tore apart the drawer, searching for her razor. She grinned when she found it and sunk onto the floor,taking it out of the shaver. She placed it against her wrist and pulled it sharply,indulging in the pain as a thin line of blood rose from her wrist.
And now,here she was, a reputaional slut.Who didn't even find the guys she slept with attractive.
She cut herself again.
And again.
And again.
Her arm was now filled with thin lines,replacing the old ones.
Here she was, a slut, a snob, and hated by the girl who she bullied her entire life. And she was in love with that girl.
Tears fell from her blood shot eyes as she leaned her head against the wall,cutting herself one final time before letting the razor drop.

So this was what karma felt like.