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The Girl Next Door	By : CeeCee Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 4771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Too Cool for School
Summary: Twelve-year-old girl = Interested in boys. Twelve-year-old boy = Clueless.
Author’s Note: I’m really fishing here. I HATED being twelve. Prepubescent, easily embarrassed, totally crushing on a cute guy who began ignoring me once I turned eleven, no longer the owner of a cute button nose or agreeable hair, and the victim of itchy training bras that showed through my shirts. Life sucked. I can see a nice girl like Betty dealing with some of the same issues, and a boy like Reggie wanting nothing to do with her quite yet. Give the lad time…
“There’s Betty,” Ethel called out excitedly, pointing across the quad. She cupped her hand around her mouth and called out, “BETS! OVER HERE!” The blonde turned at the sound of her name and gave her friends a relieved smile. She hurried over, almost stumbling in her new shoes, a pair of one-inch pumps that weren’t meant for running in the grass. Ethel, Maria, Nancy and Sabrina were grinning as she caught up to them. Ethel glomped her, crushing her in her bony embrace.
“OOF!”
“You look great!”
“Thanks!”
“Girl, I love those shoes,” Nancy exclaimed. “I almost got that pair, but I was saving my money for a pair of DC’s.” She nodded down at the spanking new pair of black sneakers with the big white logo, and Betty nodded.
“I wanted some of those, too. These hurt. They need breaking in.”
“You’re supposed to do that the week before you wear them out,” Ethel reminded her. “But they look nice!”
“Ethel, you GREW.”
“I know,” she moaned. “I’m a giant. I hate it.”
“Are you kidding? We need you to play ball this year,” Nancy reminded her. “You can be our center.”
“Nah. I’m going out for cross-country this year. I’ve been running all summer.”
“You got your braces.”
“I know,” she grumbled. “The first week, they hurt. I’m getting used to them now.” Ethel Mugg’s overbite was legend. “They let me pick out the colors I wanted, at least.” The posts were blue and pink when she grinned to show her friends.
“Ay, mami! Que chula!” Maria assured her, hugging her.
“Stop!” But Ethel was enjoying the attention. She snuck looks at all of her friends, bemoaning the fact that all of them had developed more than she had. Ethel's chest was still abysmally flat, and she had no hips to speak of. When she looked in the mirror, she saw an ironing board in faded jeans. She was already five-seven and showed no signs of stopping her growth spurt.
Maria and Nancy weren't feeling her pain. Both of them had blossomed over the summer, sprouting curves, lusher, thicker hair and glowing dark skin. Maria's mother was more liberal in her views about cosmetics, so Maria was already allowed to wear colored nail polish, mascara and dark lipstick, something that Nancy envied, however. She also wore large gold hoops in her ears, a gift from her favorite aunt. She'd been working her way up from the dainty, dime-sized ones she wore everyday as early as kindergarten, graduating by a few millimeters in diameter every year.
Sabrina was still Sabrina. Her style was quirky, but certainly appropriate enough that she wouldn't get sent home to change. She still wore her platinum blonde hair in the chin-length bob with long bangs that Betty remembered, but her freckles stood out less on her fair skin. "Want some gum?" She held out a pack of fruity Trident, but Betty shook her head.
"I won't have time to enjoy it."
"Take it for later," Sabrina shrugged, pressing a stick of it into Betty's palm. Betty nodded briefly and tucked it into her pocket. "Where's Ronnie?"
"She's coming. I just got off the phone with her before I headed out the door."
"Oooh! What's she wearing?" Ethel demanded.
"She couldn't make up her mind yesterday. I was at her house for two hours." Betty rolled her eyes. She loved Veronica with all her heart, but watching her walk in, then out, then in, then out again from her walk-in closet, throwing countless selections across her bed for Betty to help her sort through left her tired, jealous, and made her head spin. By the time she found an outfit she was halfway satisfied with, Betty was nearly buried in an avalanche of skirts, pedal pushers, shorts and tank tops. Veronica's maid, Fifi, merely smiled and rolled her eyes as she came in to pick all of it up. Betty was scandalized; her mother would never let her get away with messing up her room, let alone throwing her good clothes everywhere.
"Wow," Nancy marveled. "Must be nice to have it like that."
"Having everything isn't everything," Sabrina sniffed. Betty was surprised. Sabrina didn't sound particularly jealous, even though Betty knew that anyone else in Sabrina's situation might feel that way. Sabrina Spellman's parents disappeared when she was still little, leaving her in the care of her two single aunts, two older ladies who had the same penchant for "vintage" clothes that Sabrina did. They were eccentric, but Betty thought they were relatively nice the one time that she met them. They certainly weren't rich, but Sabrina never seemed to want for anything important. She spent just as much time as her friends at the movies and went on all of the school field trips, but she spent considerably less time at the mall.
"There she is!" Maria cried, pointing to the back of the school's parking lot. Betty shook her head and smiled at the gleaming black Rolls-Royce as it rolled smoothly up to the courtyard. "Wow!"
"Show-off," Betty murmured, adjusting her purse strap over her shoulder when it started to slide down. Her big entrance had the desired effect. Everyone in the courtyard stopped what they were doing and ogled and pointed at the luxury car, waiting to see who stepped out. Mr. Lodge's chauffeur, Davis, climbed out briskly and circled the car to open the left-side passenger door, handing over a black Jansport backpack to the young brunette as he helped her out of the car.
Veronica leaned back for a moment. "Hold on." She gave her father a quick kiss on the cheek. His whiskers tickled, and he smelled like Burberry aftershave. "Bye, Daddy."
"I love you, sweetie. Be good. Make me proud."
"I will," she assured him with a roll of her eyes. Hiram sighed as she ran to join her friends, who automatically squealed upon her arrival. They all started talking a mile a minute and jumping up and down.
"Good grief."
"Things would have been different if you'd had a son, sir," Davis reminded him.
"A daughter keeps me on my toes." They pulled out of the lot, and he felt resigned and bereft. His little girl was growing up too fast.
Her outfit wasn't helping matters, and she was so excited about it, pleading with him so desperately that he couldn't say no. The price tag on the little minidress sent him into sticker shock.
"You spent this much on so little fabric? I've seen more cotton in an aspirin bottle!"
"Daddikins! It's cute! It's the new thing."
"You'll catch a cold!"
"It's still summer!" Veronica pouted. Hiram tried to look away. "Daddy!" She stomped her foot.
Great. The pout. She had to give him the pout. He growled under his breath, then sighed. She let out a high-pitched squeal and jumped up and down, hugging him briefly before running upstairs with her outfit. "What have I done?" he asked himself miserably. Hermione was already pouring him a glass of aged scotch.
"Double?"
"Only if you have one with me."
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