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The halls of Riverdale High were filled with the energy of a new school year, and the last in this high school for some. Indeed, it was senior year for Betty Cooper, and the future loomed large on the horizon for her and her classmates. For the blonde though, the excitement was tempered by the growing tension in her heart, as she stared at her favorite person. 

Archie Andrews. Who was resting against his locker, his mind visibly elsewhere.

She had always loved him. Ever since they were kids, running through the streets of Riverdale, he had been her best friend, her confidant, the boy next door she had secretly dreamed of being with. And for a brief moment, she thought maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way.

Betty was resigned to finally confessing her feelings to Archie this year. She'd been putting it off since sophomore year, but now she'd finally gathered enough courage to do it.

After school, they had been studying together at Pop’s, a familiar routine for them. Archie had been quieter than usual that day, and Betty couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

“Arch, is everything okay?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Archie hesitated, running a hand through his messy red hair, a nervous habit she had always found endearing. “I… I'm really determined to go to college next year. This year, I can't afford to make any mistakes. And so… I was wondering if you could tutor me. I don't think anyone could do it better than you. Of course... if you want. I mean, I know for you too this year-"

“Of course!” She interrupts him enthusiastically, “I would have been actually offended if you hadn't asked me.”

He laughs and looks at her with tender eyes.

Betty’s heart pounded in her chest, a mix of hope and fear swirling inside her, “You can ask me anything, Arch. You know that.”

As usual, Betty waited for Archie to wake up and make the first move to talk about their relationship. But she remembered Kevin's advice that she should "take the boy by the horns" once and for all. Or she might have to wait forever.

She cleared her throat before saying, "I've been thinking about us." 

Archie, who was reading his book, raised his head, now attentive.

She continued, "And about our relationship... our friendship," her nervousness was almost infectious, that Archie was becoming worried himself. Indeed, even though she'd rehearsed this monologue loads of times in front of a mirror, it was something else to say it in front of him, "Next year, you'll go to college. I have no doubt about that, and I will too. So it's now or never, you know... to talk about us," she giggled nervously, "What I'm trying to tell you Archie is... Would you be my date to Cheryl's party tonight, and I mean not as a friend but like… two friends trying to be more than this, maybe a couple-"

Archie interrupted her, clearing his throat, "I... I want to be focused this year and so, I don't think I'd go to any parties, let alone parties thrown by Cheryl, it never ends well."

"Then would you like to go to the movies with me?" She asked simply, the location actually didn't matter much.

He closed his eyes with a frown as if to curse himself, "Betty..." he uttered, not knowing what to say next.

But she didn't need to hear more, she'd figured it out. She'd just been rejected.

She got up from her seat even though she hadn't finished her glass of milkshake, "I told myself I'd react in a mature way if I didn't get the reaction I wanted. But unfortunately this means I can't stay here, I'm sorry…" She stifled a sob with those last words. Her things in hand, she hurried toward the exit.

"Betty..." Archie hadn't even had time to get up and catch her. It was now official, he hated himself.

That evening, Archie looked out his window to see if Betty was still going to Cheryl's party.

He saw her turn on her bedroom light and then turn it off. Seconds later, Kevin and Veronica came to pick her up. She was all dressed up, a pale pink dress with rhinestones on it and in her hair, which was let down on her shoulders.

He sighed, cursing himself. He needed to have a conversation with her.

Several hours later, Kevin's car parked in front of the Cooper house. Betty clearly hadn't had such a bad night, but she seemed less sober than usual.

Kevin and Veronica were about to escort her to the porch when they spotted the redheaded boy sitting on the steps in front of the door.

He immediately straightened up when he saw them, "Is she okay?" He said worriedly, "Who made her drink?"

"Herself, Casanova," replied Veronica sarcastically.

Days, weeks went by, and in the end they never had that conversation. Archie had finally decided to give her some space.

It was an ordinary school day when Betty came to tutor him. Archie was surprised and relieved, but asked no questions. He didn't want to risk ruining everything again.

Months passed and finally the last school year at Riverdale High could have been worse. After all, it was as if there had never been an incident between the two best friends. She realized that it was actually easy to pretend with practice. She'd successfully masked her feelings for Archie all these years, so hiding a hurt wasn't really all that different, right?

She meant it. She really tried to move on, to focus on finishing the school year strong, but every time she saw Archie, it was like a fresh wound reopening. 

Things only got better for her when Adam Chisholm entered the picture. Adam was new to Riverdale, a transfer student with a warm smile and an easy charm. He was everything that Archie wasn’t, confident, sure of himself, and completely smitten with Betty from the moment they met.

At first, Betty resisted Adam’s advances, still too hurt by Archie’s rejection to even think about someone else. But Adam was persistent, and slowly, he began to chip away at the walls Betty had built around her heart.

He took her on dates, made her laugh, and treated her with the kind of care and attention she had always wanted from Archie. And little by little, Betty started to heal. She started to believe that maybe, just maybe, she could be happy without Archie.

But the day Adam asked her to be his girlfriend was bittersweet. As much as she liked Adam, a part of her heart still belonged to Archie. And even though she knew Archie wasn’t right for her, it didn’t stop the ache that came with seeing him.

The end of the year approached, and so did the college applications responses. The majority of Betty's classmates had applied to New York University, and so did she. But before that, it was prom night.

The gymnasium at Riverdale High was unrecognizable, transformed into a dazzling scene of twinkling lights, elegant decorations, and the soft hum of music that set the tone for the biggest night of senior year. The prom was in full swing, with students dressed in their finest attire, dancing and laughing, savoring the last moments of their high school lives.

Betty Cooper stood near the edge of the dance floor, her hand entwined with Adam Chisholm’s. Adam looked dashing in his classic black tuxedo, his sandy-blonde hair perfectly styled, and his warm hazel eyes focused solely on Betty. His white dress shirt was crisp under the tailored jacket, and a black bow tie completed his elegant look. But despite the charming smile he flashed her, Betty couldn’t fully shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her chest.

Betty herself was dressed in a pale pink, floor-length gown that clung to her figure in all the right places. The dress was simple yet elegant, with a sweetheart neckline and delicate lace detailing along the bodice. Her long blonde hair was styled in soft waves, cascading down her back, and she wore a pair of sparkling earrings that caught the light whenever she moved.

Adam leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. “You look absolutely stunning tonight, Betty Cooper. I’m the luckiest guy tonight.”

Betty smiled up at him, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thank you, Adam. You look amazing too.”

He kissed her on the cheek, the gesture sweet and gentle. “Come on, let’s dance,” he suggested, pulling her toward the dance floor where couples were swaying to a slow, romantic song.

Betty allowed herself to be led, resting her head against Adam’s shoulder as they moved to the rhythm. She wanted to be present, to enjoy this moment with him, but her mind kept drifting back to Archie. She had told herself that she had moved on, that she was over him, but the truth was far more complicated.

The truth was, she was thinking back to the Betty she was at the beginning of the school year, and the only boy she could picture at her arm on prom night was Archie. She shook her head as if to chase the thought away. Anyway, it didn't matter anymore because she wasn't the same girl now.

As they danced, Betty’s gaze wandered across the gym, taking in the familiar faces of her classmates. But something caught her eye, Veronica, in the distance, slipping out of the gymnasium through a side door. She was breathtaking in a deep emerald-green gown, a perfect contrast to her raven hair. The dress was sleek and sophisticated, with a plunging neckline and a slit up the side that revealed her long, toned legs as she walked. A string of pearls adorned her neck, and her makeup was flawless, accentuating her sharp cheekbones and deep brown eyes.

Betty watched her go, her curiosity piqued. What was Veronica doing? The prom was at its peak, and it seemed odd for the brunette to leave just as the night was getting started. Without a word to Adam, Betty slipped her hand out of his and murmured, “I’ll be right back,” before following Veronica through the door.

The hallway outside the gym was dimly lit, the sound of the music muffled as soon as the door closed behind her. Betty followed her friend at a distance, her heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and unease. Veronica moved quickly, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor as she headed toward the locker rooms, the part of the school that had been largely ignored in the transformation for prom night.

Betty slowed her pace, not wanting to be seen. She wasn’t sure why, but something told her that she wasn’t supposed to be here, that whatever Veronica was doing was meant to be private. As she approached the entrance to the locker rooms, she heard voices, familiar voices that made her blood run cold.

She crept closer, peering around the corner just in time to see Archie stepping out of the boys’ locker room, his tie slightly askew and his hair tousled as if he had just been running his hands through it. Archie wore a classic black tuxedo as well, but unlike Adam’s polished look, Archie’s tux had a more relaxed, effortless charm. The jacket fit him perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and athletic build. He wasn’t wearing a tie anymore, having abandoned it at some point during the evening, and his white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, giving him a slightly disheveled, yet undeniably handsome appearance.

And then Betty saw Veronica step up to him, her hand resting lightly on his chest as she smiled up at him, her eyes soft and warm in a way Betty had never seen before. Archie’s hand found its way to Veronica’s waist, pulling her close, and he leaned down to whisper something in her ear that made her laugh softly, the sound of it sending a chill down Betty’s spine.

Betty’s breath caught in her throat as the pieces fell into place, each one cutting deeper than the last. Archie and Veronica, together. Was this the real reason why he had pushed her away, why he had said he didn’t want a relationship during their senior year? It hadn’t been about focusing on his studies at all. He had been with Veronica all along, hiding it from her, from everyone?

She felt like the ground was crumbling beneath her, her heart shattering as she watched the boy she loved with the girl who had consoled her after he broke her heart. The betrayal was overwhelming, suffocating. Archie, who had been her best friend, who had been her everything, had lied to her. And Veronica, who had comforted her and told her that things would get better, had been part of that lie.

Betty wanted to run, to get as far away from this painful scene as possible, but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of Archie and Veronica together, their bodies close, their smiles warm and genuine. They weren’t just together, they were happy, and that realization twisted the knife in Betty’s heart even further.

Suddenly, Veronica glanced up and spotted Betty standing frozen near the doorway. Her smile faltered, and she quickly stepped back from Archie, her expression turning to one of shock and guilt.

“Betty,” Veronica whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of the betrayal she knew she had committed.

Archie turned to look at Betty, his face draining of color as he saw the devastation in her eyes. But Betty didn’t want to look at him. She didn’t want to hear whatever excuses they had, whatever lies they would try to tell to make this all seem okay. She had seen enough. Without a word, she turned and fled down the hallway, her vision blurred by tears that she could no longer hold back.

She burst through the doors back into the gymnasium, the bright lights and music assaulting her senses, but she kept running, needing to get away, needing to escape the suffocating pain that threatened to swallow her whole. She pushed past dancing couples and groups of friends, ignoring the concerned looks and whispers that followed her.

Adam caught sight of her and hurried over, his expression filled with confusion and concern. “Betty? What’s wrong? What happened?”

But Betty couldn’t find the words. She shook her head, the tears spilling over now, streaming down her cheeks. “I… I need to go,” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without waiting for a response, she rushed out of the gym, the door slamming shut behind her, leaving Adam standing there in stunned silence. As Betty fled into the night, she felt like she was leaving a part of herself behind, one that she would never get back.

A week after that fateful night, answers from universities had found their way into mailboxes.

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For Archie, New York University represented everything he had dreamed of, an opportunity to grow, to learn, to become something more than the small-town boy everyone in Riverdale knew him as. He had always wanted to escape the shadow of his past, to prove to himself and others that he could succeed on his own terms.

As he walked through the crowded streets with his suitcase in hand, Archie took it all in with wide eyes. The chatter of students, the vibrant mix of cultures, the constant hum of the city, it was intoxicating. He could hardly believe he was really here, standing on the threshold of a new life, with the chance to reinvent himself.

“This is it,” he thought, his heart pounding with anticipation. “A fresh start.”

As the redhead crossed the lobby of NYU, he felt a sense of freedom he hadn’t experienced before. There were no expectations, no lingering glances from people who knew too much about his life. Here, he was just another student, one of thousands, and he liked it that way. He was eager to dive into his classes, to meet new people, to embrace everything this new chapter had to offer.

But as much as he tried to focus on the excitement of being at university, there was a shadow hanging over his happiness. Betty Cooper.

No matter how hard he tried to push it away, the thought of Betty still gnawed at him. She hadn’t spoken to him since prom night, and the silence between them was deafening. They had been best friends for as long as he could remember, inseparable since childhood, but all of that had come crashing down the night she found out about him and Veronica.

The memory of that night was a dull ache in his chest that he couldn't shake off. He could still see the look on Betty's face when she'd seen him with Veronica near the locker room, the way her eyes had filled with pain and betrayal. It was a look that haunted him, a look he'd seen over and over again in his mind, trying to understand how things had gone so wrong.

Archie knew he'd made a big mistake. He'd tried to protect Betty by keeping his relationship with Veronica a secret, but in the end, all he'd done was make things worse.

This thing with Veronica hadn't been planned. He'd been really determined not to have a relationship during his senior year. 

Many complicated things were on his mind that prom night. The high school year was over, and thanks to Betty he was going to be able to apply to college. As Betty had assured him, it was certain that a university would give him a favorable answer, given how good his results had been this year. He was dying to celebrate. And that night, Veronica was the one who was there.

The truth was, he had hidden away in the locker room to drink alcohol with her in the first place. Since her best friend was too busy spending her perfect night on the arm of her perfect boyfriend.

Maybe his relationship with Veronica was the result of a bitterness he felt that night.

Or maybe he'd just been attracted to the brunette all along. He was confused with himself.

He sighed, running a hand through his messy red hair as he walked toward his dorm. The excitement of starting fresh was still there, but it was tainted by the knowledge that he had lost one of the most important people in his life.

As he reached his dorm and checked in, Archie tried to shake off the melancholy that had settled over him. This was supposed to be a new beginning, a chance to move forward. But moving forward was hard when the past refused to let go.

He collected his key and headed up to his room, hoping that maybe, just maybe, the distance and the new surroundings would help him find a way to fix things with Betty. Or at the very least, help him come to terms with the fact that she might never forgive him.

The dorm was small but cozy, with just enough space for two beds, two desks, and a window that overlooked the busy street below. Archie set his suitcase down and took a deep breath, trying to focus on the positives. This was his chance to build something new, to make new friends, to leave behind the mistakes of the past.

But as he began unpacking, hanging up his clothes and setting up his desk, his thoughts kept drifting back to Betty. He remembered the way she used to smile at him, the way they could talk about anything and everything, the way she always seemed to understand him better than anyone else. Losing that connection was like losing a part of himself.

But he couldn’t give up, not yet. There had to be a way to make things right, to rebuild the friendship that had meant so much to both of them. He just had to figure out how.

Archie shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He needed to focus on the here and now, on making the most of his time at NYU. He had a new life to build, and he couldn’t let the past keep dragging him down.

For Betty Cooper it was also a big day, as she stepped onto the bustling campus of NYU, her heart pounding with excitement as the crisp autumn air greeted her. The towering buildings, a world away from the familiar streets of Riverdale, filled her with a sense of awe and possibility. It was everything she'd dreamed of, a chance to maybe become someone else. Someone stronger.

She tightened her grip on the strap of her backpack, the reality of her surroundings sinking in. NYU was vast, vibrant, and filled with the energy of thousands of students, all eager to carve out their own futures. As she walked through the crowd, the sounds of the city enveloped her, horns blaring in the distance, students chattering excitedly, the constant hum of life that never seemed to stop. It was overwhelming, yes, but in the best possible way.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Betty felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

She couldn’t help but smile as she looked around, taking in the scene. The campus was a mosaic of cultures, ideas, and ambitions, each person she passed representing a story waiting to be told. She could be anyone here, no longer just the perfect girl next door from Riverdale who everyone thought they knew. She could make new friends, dive into her studies, explore the city that never slept. The possibilities were endless, and that was exhilarating.

Betty had spent countless hours planning for this moment, and now that it was finally here, she could hardly contain her excitement. The thought of attending NYU had been her beacon of hope throughout her senior year, a light at the end of a tunnel filled with heartbreak and confusion. And now, standing here, she felt that hope burning brighter than ever.

But even as she reveled in the excitement of this new beginning, a small part of her couldn't escape the feeling that Riverdale hadn't completely let her go. She had worked so hard to leave the past behind, to focus on the future, but the thought of seeing him… seeing Archie…lingered at the edges of her mind.

Betty knew Archie was here, somewhere on this sprawling campus. They hadn’t spoken all summer, not since that night. The night everything changed. She had tried to push the thought of him out of her mind, to focus on Adam and the life she was building for herself. But it was easier said than done.

Archie had been her best friend, her confidant, the boy she had loved for as long as she could remember. But all of that had shattered in an instant on prom night, leaving her to pick up the pieces on her own. The memory of seeing him with Veronica still stung, a wound that hadn’t quite healed. But Betty was determined not to let that pain define her experience here. She had come to NYU to start fresh, to build a life for herself, not to dwell on the past.

She took a deep breath, her resolve strengthening. This was her time, her chance to focus on what really mattered, her education, her goals, her happiness. If Archie was here, so be it. She wouldn't let him distract her from what she'd worked so hard for. They were both moving forward, and that was the way it had to be.

As she made her way across the campus, heading toward the dorm where she would be living, Betty allowed herself to imagine what the next few years would hold. She pictured late-night study sessions in the library, exploring the hidden corners of the city with new friends, and immersing herself in her journalism courses, finally pursuing her passion without anything holding her back.

For the first time in a long while, she felt free, free to be herself, to chase her dreams, to live the life she had always wanted. NYU was her fresh start, her chance to build something new, and she wasn’t going to let anything, or anyone, get in the way of that.

Betty quickened her pace, her excitement bubbling over as she approached her dorm. She had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that it was here, she was ready to dive in headfirst. The future was hers to shape, and she was determined to make the most of every opportunity.

As she reached the entrance to her dorm, she paused for a moment, letting the reality of it all wash over her. This was it. The start of something incredible. And whatever challenges lay ahead, she knew she was ready to face them.

With a final glance at the busy campus behind her, Betty stepped inside, ready to embrace whatever this new chapter had in store.

The next day, the orientation hall buzzed with excitement as students found their seats, chatting about their expectations for the year ahead. 

Betty had joined Adam, who was seated in the back, where he could observe without being in the middle of the chaos. 

Her mind wandered as the dean delivered his welcome speech, the words barely registering as she glanced around the room.

Just when she'd almost forgotten a certain someone existed, she spotted a redhead in the distance trying to push his way through the crowd and find a place to sit down. Of course he was late, she thought to herself. 

He dragged the legs of a chair across the floor, while the hall became silent. This disrupted the dean's speech for a brief moment, not very long but enough to make Betty giggle.

Adam noticed it straight away, and glanced at the blonde. He noted that Archie had just arrived, following his girlfriend's gaze. Of course she'd seen him.

He made no comment though. Trying to refocus on the Dean's speech.

When Archie straightened up properly in his chair, he revealed a girl with raven hair. No doubt about it, it was Veronica he'd just joined. 

Indeed, they were sitting together a few rows back. They looked like a perfect couple. Veronica's hand was resting on Archie's arm, her head was bent towards him and she was whispering something in his ear. Betty quickly looked away, concentrating on the podium where a professor was presenting the various academic programs.

The campus tour was supposed to be a chance for Archie to get his bearings, to familiarize himself with the sprawling landscape of NYU. He walked along with the group of new students, half-listening to the tour guide as they pointed out various buildings and landmarks. The sun was shining, the air crisp with the first hints of autumn, and for the first time since arriving in New York, Archie felt a sense of calm.

As the group turned a corner and headed toward Washington Square Park, Archie’s thoughts began to drift. He had hoped that being in a new city, surrounded by new people, would help him move past everything that had happened in Riverdale, but the truth was, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Betty. Besides, he'd been here for two days and he thought it strange that he still hadn't come across her.

Approaching the fountain in Washington Square Park, Archie's breath caught in his throat. Suddenly all movement slowed, time almost stopped. Because Betty Cooper was standing near the edge of the fountain, beautiful as a button in the sunlight. Her blond hair shimmered as the breeze gently lifted it, and she laughed at something someone had said, a laugh that sent a pang of nostalgia through Archie's chest.

Only she wasn’t alone. Standing beside her, with his arm casually draped over her shoulders, it was Adam Chisholm. Adam, the guy who had swooped into Riverdale High during their senior year and won his best friend’s heart. The guy who had been there for her when himself had failed to be. He looked just as perfect as Archie remembered, tall, confident, with that easy smile that seemed to make everything look effortless.

The redhead felt a rush of emotions, anger, jealousy, regret, all battling for dominance. He had tried to be happy for Betty, tried to convince himself that she deserved someone like Adam, someone who could make her happy in ways Archie hadn’t been able to. But seeing them together now, so close and so… right, it hurt more than he wanted to admit.

Like an impulse, Archie felt the sudden need to go to her, to say something, anything. He wanted to apologize, to tell her how much he missed her, how sorry he was for everything. His feet began to move before he could stop himself, but just as he took a step forward, a familiar voice called his name. Well, not exactly.

“Archiekins!”

Veronica’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he turned to see her making her way toward him, her signature smile brightening her face. She looked as glamorous as ever, her straight black hair falling over her shoulders, and she wore a stylish black dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

“Hey, Ronnie,” Archie replied, trying to force a smile as she reached him.

But Veronica’s sharp eyes had already noticed the direction he’d been looking. She followed his gaze to where Betty and Adam stood by the fountain.

“Oh,” Veronica murmured, her smile fading slightly. She turned back to her boyfriend, her expression softening. “It’s been a while since you’ve seen her, hasn’t it?”

Archie nodded, the tightness in his chest making it hard to speak. “Yeah. Since graduation. Well…even though we haven't talked.”

Veronica sighed, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. You know I miss her too. I miss our friendship. But after some reflection, I don't think we deserved this.”

"What do you mean?" Archie asked, perplexed.

She stared at him as if the answer was obvious, "Come on Archie, you were his childhood best friend, and I've been his best friend since high school. I don't think it's fair to throw away our friendship over this. I mean after all, she's had a boyfriend for six months now, what does she care if we kiss or date? Yes she had a crush on you a year ago, but that's in the past, I don't understand why we have to be so hard on ourselves. We didn't need her permission? Don't you think?" She asked as if he was bound to agree with her.

He was kind of irritated by what Veronica had just said, it was clear she was trying to make herself feel better. But it wasn't working on him. He wasn't like that, "I think she thought we were mocking her. It's no deeper than that. It's not a matter of her giving us her permission or not. We should have just waited before doing anything. And now she just made up her own conclusions."

Veronica studied him for a moment, her expression thoughtful. “You know, Archie, maybe it’s time to try and make things right with her. You’ve both been through a lot, and I know she’s hurting too. Maybe a conversation could help.”

Archie glanced back at Betty, watching as she smiled up at Adam, and he felt the weight of Veronica’s words settle over him. He knew Veronica was right, he couldn’t avoid Betty forever. But the thought of facing her, of seeing that hurt in her eyes again, was almost too much to bear.

“You’re right. The truth is, before you showed up, I kind of wanted to do it,” he said quietly, “But I don’t even know what I would have said.”

Veronica squeezed his arm, her voice gentle but firm. “You’ll find the words. You always do. And if you want, I can help. I’d like to fix things too. It’s my fault she got hurt, just as much as yours.”

Archie looked at Veronica, surprised by her offer. He hadn’t expected her to be so willing to help, especially after everything that had happened. But the sincerity in her eyes told him she meant it, and for the first time since prom night, Archie felt a glimmer of hope.

“Thanks, Ronnie,” he said, managing a small smile, “I might take you up on that.”

Veronica returned his smile, her eyes sparkling with determination. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

As the tour continued, Archie’s thoughts lingered on Betty. He wasn’t sure how he was going to fix things, but one thing was certain, he couldn’t keep running from the past. Not anymore.

After exploring the campus a bit. Adam offers to visit the student center and Betty agrees. As they walk through the crowded corridors, she can't shake the feeling that someone is watching her.

She turned her head slightly and saw a familiar face. Indeed, Archie was standing near the entrance, his eyes fixed on her. His gaze seemed so soft. For a moment, they both stood frozen, the world around them fading into the background. It was as if time had stopped, leaving only the two of them in that instant.

But suddenly Veronica appeared next to Archie, pulling him out of his trance. She said something to him, and he nodded, breaking eye contact with Betty and following her girlfriend out of the building.

Betty felt a knot tighten in her stomach. She knew she couldn’t avoid him forever, not on this campus. But facing Archie, really facing him, was something she wasn’t ready for. Not yet.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Betty and Adam continued to explore the campus again, checking out the library, the student lounge, and the various clubs that were recruiting new members. Adam was enthusiastic, eager to dive into the college experience, but Betty found it hard to match his energy.

By the time they returned to their dorm, Betty was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. She bid Adam goodnight and retreated to her room, grateful for the solitude. As she unpacked some of her things, her thoughts kept circling back to Archie.

She sat down on the edge of her bed, her gaze drifting to the window where the lights of the city twinkled in the distance. New York was supposed to be her escape, her chance to start over. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. She needed to move on, to focus on her future. But the more she tried to push Archie out of her mind, the more he seemed to creep back in.

As the night wore on, Betty lay awake, staring at the ceiling. The city sounds filtered through her window, a constant reminder that life was moving forward, even if she still felt a bit stuck. She thought about Adam, about the life she wanted to build here.

But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that moving on was going to be harder than she ever imagined.

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A day had passed as Betty was walking briskly through the corridors of NYU’s vast administrative building, her bag bouncing slightly against her hip. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of doubts and excitement as she approached the academic advisor’s office. She knew that her course choices this semester would play a crucial role in her future career, and she wanted to make sure she made the right decisions.

It was very early in the morning, and the seats in the corridor in front of the office were still empty. She was probably the first one to have this meeting. She knocked gently on the door while a voice behind that door gave her permission to enter. It was probably Dr. Thompson, the advisor she was supposed to meet.

Betty walked into the office with a purposeful stride, though a closer look would reveal the tension in her posture. She was dressed in a simple yet stylish outfit, a soft, light blue sweater that brought out the color of her eyes, paired with dark jeans and ankle boots. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face, giving her a polished but approachable look.

The office was spacious, a reflection of the personality to whom it belonged, tidy and well-organized, with shelves lined with books on various subjects, from psychology to philosophy, all well-worn and often referenced. Framed diplomas and certificates adorned the walls, testaments to a long and accomplished career in academia. On the desk, alongside stacks of student files, sat a small collection of family photos, adding a touch of personal warmth to the space.

Behind the desk, a man in his fifties, with a warm expression, looked up from his computer and motioned for her to sit. He was a man with a calm, reassuring presence that immediately put students at ease. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed, framing a face marked by fine lines that hinted at years of experience and wisdom. He wore a tweed blazer over a crisp white shirt, a classic look that complemented his academic persona. The gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose added to his scholarly appearance, making him look every bit the seasoned academic advisor.

“So, Ms. Elizabeth Cooper, is that correct? How can I help you today?” he asked with an encouraging smile.

Betty sat down and took a deep breath, “I wanted to discuss my options for this semester. I’m here to study journalism, but I’m also interested in taking some psychology and literature courses.”

Dr. Thompson nodded as he quickly skimmed through her file. “You have a good plan in mind, Ms. Cooper. Journalism can definitely benefit from a solid foundation in psychology, especially if you want to understand human behavior and motivations. And literature will certainly enrich your writing style. We have some excellent courses available.”

He pulled out a list of suggested courses and slid it toward Betty. As she scanned the list, her eyes caught on one course in particular: “Introduction to Scientific Research.”

Dr. Thompson noticed her interest and smiled. “That’s an optional course that some journalism students take to broaden their understanding of research methodologies. It takes place mainly in our biotechnology lab, which is in one of the older buildings on campus. You could learn a lot about scientific research and its implications. In addition, the Department of Genetic Research is one of the more advanced labs on campus, dealing with cutting-edge experiments in genetics and molecular biology.”

Betty nodded, slightly intrigued, jotting down a few notes. As she did, her thoughts drifted momentarily, imagining herself in a lab coat, surrounded by microscopes and petri dishes. It was a far cry from the world of journalism, but the idea of diving into the unknown excited her.

She knew it wasn’t directly related to her field of study, but it could be an additional asset for her future career. After all, knowing how to investigate with scientific rigor could set her apart from other journalists. “I think I’ll sign up for that course. I’ve always been interested in science, and this seemed like a good opportunity to explore something outside of my comfort zone,” she finally said.

Dr. Thompson nodded in approval. “Excellent choice. That’s what college is all about, exploring new interests. And you’re right, having a solid understanding of scientific research can definitely set you apart in your field,” he paused, as if considering how much to share, then added, “You may find it particularly interesting that one of the new major research projects in that department focuses on radioactivity. It’s actually one of the most heavily funded research areas at NYU this year. Anyway, just keep in mind that lab courses can be time-consuming, so make sure to balance your workload accordingly. And of course, if you find the workload too heavy, you can always drop the course within the first few weeks,” he added. “But I think you’ll do just fine. The lab is located in one of the older buildings on campus, near Washington Square Park. It has a reputation for being a bit… unconventional, but that’s part of its charm.”

Betty smiled at the description, imagining the old building with its history and secrets, housing students who were pushing the boundaries of science. “I’m looking forward to it,” she said, her excitement tempered with a bit of nervousness. 

She suddenly realizes everything he's just said. She raised an eyebrow, already having a hunch about what he was going to say next. “Radioactivity? Who’s behind that?”

Dr. Thompson adjusted his glasses, his expression becoming a touch more serious. “The research is being financed by Hiram Lodge, someone you might be familiar with. I mean, he is a great businessman after all.”

Betty’s heart skipped a beat. Of course she was familiar with Hiram Lodge, he was Veronica’s father, a man who cast a long shadow in both their lives. She knew him as a powerful and often intimidating figure, one whose business dealings were as vast as they were mysterious. But she hadn’t known he was involved in funding research at NYU.

“Yeah, I know Mr. Lodge,” Betty replied, keeping her tone measured. “He lived in the town where I grew up. He bought up a lot of property there. And he'd even attempted to be mayor of the town. This is his first year contributing to NYU’s research, isn’t it?”

Dr. Thompson nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips as he realized Betty was well-informed. “That’s correct. His involvement began this year, coinciding with his daughter’s enrollment. It’s not uncommon for benefactors to take an active interest when their children start attending a university. Mr. Lodge’s funding has allowed the department to explore some cutting-edge areas in radioactivity research, work that could lead to significant advancements in energy production and other fields.”

Betty’s mind raced. She knew Hiram Lodge wasn’t the type to do anything without a reason, especially when it came to spending money. The fact that his sudden interest in NYU’s research coincided with Veronica’s arrival at the university wasn’t lost on her. She wondered if there was more to his involvement than just supporting his daughter’s school.

“What exactly is this research about?” Betty asked, her journalist instincts kicking in. “I mean, I know it’s about radioactivity, but why is it so important to him?”

Dr. Thompson studied her for a moment, as if deciding how much to reveal. “Officially, the research is focused on harnessing radioactivity for safer energy production and medical applications. It’s an area with a lot of potential, both scientifically and commercially. Mr. Lodge’s involvement has certainly accelerated the project’s progress.”

Betty nodded slowly, absorbing the information. “I see. It sounds like a big deal.”

The doctor handed Betty a finalized course list. “I think you’ve made some excellent choices. Welcome to NYU, Ms. Cooper. You’re going to have an amazing year. If you have any questions about the course or anything else, don’t hesitate to contact me.”

Betty thanked him and left the office, the list of courses clutched in her hand while wondering what kind of research was being conducted there. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Hiram’s motives were more complex than they appeared. This wasn’t just about supporting Veronica’s university, it was about something bigger, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on yet. 

A few minutes earlier, Archie Andrews was sitting in the waiting area outside the academic advisor’s office, trying to focus his mind on his future. As he waited for his appointment, he drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair, glancing occasionally at the closed door of the advisor’s office.

The hallway was quiet, except for the soft murmur of voices coming from behind the door. Archie’s thoughts drifted back to Riverdale High, to the times when life had felt simpler, before everything became so complicated. Just as he was lost in thought, the door to the advisor’s office opened. Archie straightened up in his seat, his heart skipping a beat when he saw who stepped out.

It was Betty.

She froze for a split second when she saw him, her eyes widening in surprise. Archie felt his throat tighten as their eyes met, a flood of emotions crashing over him. Regret, guilt, and a deep, aching sadness. It had been months since they had spoken, months since everything had fallen apart between them. And now, here she was, standing just a few feet away, looking as taken aback as he felt.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them felt thick with unspoken words, with all the things they hadn’t been able to say. Archie’s mind raced, searching for something, anything, to break the silence, but the words seemed stuck in his throat.

Betty looked away, her gaze dropping to the floor as if she couldn’t bear to hold his gaze any longer. Archie felt a pang of guilt twist in his chest. He had wanted to reach out to her, to somehow make things right, but every time he thought about it, the enormity of the hurt he had caused held him back.

Betty hesitated at the door, her hand resting on the doorknob as if she wasn’t sure whether to leave or say something. Archie could see the conflict in her eyes, the way she bit her lower lip, a habit he knew all too well from years of being her best friend. He wanted to say something, reassure her that they could figure things out, but he couldn’t find the words.

Just as she was about to turn away, Betty’s eyes flicked back up to meet his. Despite the tension, despite everything that had happened between them, she offered him a small, tentative smile, a smile that was more an offering of peace than anything else. Then, almost without thinking, she gave him a slight nod, a gesture of encouragement that spoke volumes in its simplicity.

Archie’s heart clenched at the sight of that smile, at the kindness she was still able to offer him, despite everything. He managed a small, hesitant smile in return, though it felt fragile, like it might shatter under the weight of everything left unsaid.

Without another word, Betty turned and walked down the hallway, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. Archie watched her go, a hollow feeling settling in his chest. Even after all this time, Betty still had the ability to make his heart ache in a way that no one else could.

The door to the advisor’s office swung open again, snapping Archie out of his thoughts. The advisor with a kind face, stepped out and glanced around. “Mr. Andrews? We’re ready for you.”

Archie nodded numbly and stood up, his mind still lingering on Betty as he followed the advisor into the office. The encounter had been brief, but it left him feeling more unsettled than ever. As he sat down in the advisor’s office, he couldn’t help but wonder if things between them would ever be the same again, or if they were destined to remain in this painful limbo forever.

But as he settled into the chair across from the advisor, one thought stood out above the rest. Betty had smiled at him, and despite everything, that meant there was still hope.

He forced himself to concentrate on the decisions he had to make now regarding his future. Dr. Thompson, perceptive as always, could sense the young man’s distraction but decided to gently steer the conversation back to the matter at hand.

“Mr. Andrews, you’ve chosen a diverse set of courses,” Dr. Thompson began, scanning the list in front of him. “I can see that you’re still exploring your interests, which is perfectly normal for a first-year student. Let’s go over your choices and see how they might help you find your direction.”

Archie nodded, a little uncertain. The truth was, he didn’t really know what he wanted to do with his life, and that uncertainty had been weighing on him ever since he arrived at NYU.

“First, you’ve selected Introduction to Music Theory,” Dr. Thompson said, offering a small smile. “In your application letter, you described music as one of your passions, isn’t it?”

Archie relaxed slightly. “Yeah, music has always been my thing. I’ve been playing guitar and writing songs for as long as I can remember. I guess I thought understanding the theory behind it could help me get better, maybe even figure out if it’s something I want to do more seriously.”

Dr. Thompson nodded approvingly. “Music theory will certainly deepen your understanding and improve your skills. It’s good to have a passion you can build on, even if you’re not yet sure where it will lead.”

Next, Dr. Thompson looked at the second course on Archie’s list: Creative Writing: Introduction to Fiction. “This course is also aligned with your creative side I guess. What do you hope to gain from it?”

Archie smiled faintly. “I’ve always liked telling stories in my songs. Writing fiction seems like a way to explore that more. I’m not sure where it’ll take me, but it felt right.”

“Writing is a powerful tool for exploring ideas and emotions,” Dr. Thompson agreed. “It can also be a way to discover more about yourself and what you’re truly passionate about. This course could help you clarify some of those things.”

Archie felt a little better about his choices so far. Music and writing were familiar, comforting places for him to start.

Then the doctor paused, his gaze lingering on the third course: Introduction to History. “Now, this one is interesting. History can offer valuable insights, but I’m curious, what drew you to this course?”

Archie hesitated. He hadn’t been entirely sure about this choice when he made it. “I guess… I thought it might help me understand things better. Not just the world, but maybe myself, too. Like, figuring out how the past affects who we are now.”

Dr. Thompson smiled thoughtfully. “History is often about more than just dates and events. It’s about understanding the forces that shape societies and individuals. This course could offer you some important perspectives, especially as you try to figure out your own path.”

The redhead nodded, appreciating the advisor’s insight. He wasn’t sure what the future held, but history seemed like a way to connect the dots between where he came from and where he might be going.

Finally, Dr. Thompson moved to the last course on the list: Introduction to Scientific Research. He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “This is an unusual choice for someone with your interests. What made you decide on it?”

Archie shifted in his seat, slightly uncertain. “I’m not really sure. I guess… I wanted to try something different, something outside of my comfort zone. I’ve always been curious about how things work, and this seemed like a way to explore that. Plus, it might give me a new perspective, maybe help me figure out what I’m really interested in.” 

The truth was, this class title had been the only one he'd been able to hear while he was behind the door, during Betty's interview. Well, at that moment he didn’t know it was her, but since he'd seen her leave the office, he'd been able to connect the dots now.

While Dr. Thompson was rereading his application letter, he'd had time to cross out one of his courses and replace it with another. After sharing this little moment with Betty. Maybe this was his chance to spend more time with her.

Dr. Thompson considered this for a moment, then nodded. “That’s a brave choice, Mr. Andrews. Scientific research might seem unrelated to your other courses, but it could actually complement them in unexpected ways. It’s a chance to develop critical thinking skills and see the world from a different angle. And who knows? You might discover a new passion along the way.”

Archie felt a flicker of hope. He didn’t have all the answers, but maybe that was okay. Maybe the point of this first year was to explore, to try new things, and see where they led him.

“These courses should serve you well,” Dr. Thompson concluded, his tone reassuring. “They reflect not just your current interests, but also your willingness to explore new possibilities. That’s exactly what college is for, Mr. Andrews, to discover who you are and what you want to do.”

As Archie left the office, he felt a mix of uncertainty and excitement. He didn’t know where this path would take him, but for the first time, that uncertainty didn’t feel so overwhelming. He was starting to see that it was okay not to have everything figured out just yet. And maybe, just maybe, one of these courses would help him find the direction he’d been searching for.

But even as he walked out of the building, his thoughts inevitably drifted back to Betty. They had both come to NYU with a lot of baggage, and he knew that she wouldn't be able to avoid him much longer now.

That day, without wasting any time, Betty had already started ordering the books she needed for her courses. She was sitting on her bed, leaning against the wall with her laptop on her lap.

Her dorm room was a small but cozy space, reflecting a mix of her personality, both practical and sentimental. The walls were painted a neutral cream, but Betty had added her own touches to make the room feel more like home. Above her bed, she had hung a string of soft, warm fairy lights that cast a gentle glow in the evenings, creating a comforting, almost magical ambiance. Draped between the lights were strands of small, pastel-colored paper stars she had crafted herself, adding a whimsical feel to the space.

Her bed, covered with a light pink duvet and a pile of fluffy throw pillows in various shades of blush and ivory, was neatly made, a habit she had kept from home. A rose-patterned blanket, her favorite, was folded at the foot of the bed, ready for chilly nights or moments when she needed an extra bit of comfort.

Betty had dedicated one corner of the room to a small desk, cluttered with books, notebooks. The desk was a testament to her organized chaos, a corkboard hung above it, filled with sticky notes, photos, and reminders, everything meticulously pinned in place. A calendar was tacked on one side, already marked with important dates and deadlines, and a small whiteboard sat next to it, filled with motivational quotes she’d scrawled in colorful markers to keep herself inspired.

Next to the desk, a tall, narrow shelf held a collection of her favorite novels, some classic mysteries mixed in with more contemporary reads. On the top shelf sat a few framed photos of her family and friends, a reminder of the people she loved most. Her camera rested next to the books, always ready to capture a moment she didn’t want to forget.

A small vase of fresh flowers, pale pink carnations, sat on the windowsill, next to a stack of magazines and a scented candle that filled the room with a soft vanilla fragrance whenever she lit it. Above the window, she had hung a delicate floral garland, the soft pink blooms adding a touch of femininity and cheerfulness to the space.

Near the door, a tall, narrow closet held her clothes, with a pink laundry hamper tucked neatly beside it. On the inside of the closet door, she had pinned a small mirror and a few mementos, a ticket stub from a concert she’d attended with Kevin, a pressed daisy she’d found on a walk, and a postcard from Riverdale that reminded her of home.

All around, the room was a blend of comfort and warmth, a reflection of Betty herself. It was her sanctuary, a place where she could retreat from the chaos of the world, surrounded by things that made her feel safe, inspired, and loved.

Once she had finished ordering her books, she stood in the middle of her room, and then she carefully hung a photo on the wall above her bed, this one of her and Kevin from their first day in New York. She adjusted it slightly, then stepped back to admire her handiwork. The fairy lights glowed softly, and for a moment, she felt a sense of peace. Here, in this little corner of the world, she could breathe, regroup, and figure out what came next.

She had taken special care in decorating the wall above her bed. She had hung up a string of printed photos, memories from high school and summers past, creating a patchwork of smiles and happy moments. 

Still, digging through a box of various polaroid prints, she came across a picture of her and Archie, taken during one of their last carefree days before everything became so complicated. In the photo, they were laughing, their arms around each other, looking like they had not a care in the world. They both had a sort of milkshake mustache over their lips. For some reason that day Pop's had run out of straws and they had drunk their milkshake straight from the glass. It was a moment Betty cherished, and despite the hurt, she couldn’t bring herself to not hang it up. Especially after the quick meeting she'd had with him that morning… Instead, she had placed it right in the center.

Suddenly she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw a text from Kevin Keller, her best friend and confidant since childhood.

Kevin: Betty, I’m on campus! Coffee at that new place you love?

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she quickly texted back a confirmation. Kevin’s presence was exactly what she needed right now, a dose of normalcy and comfort amidst the whirlwind of emotions stirred up by seeing Archie again.

A short while later, the blond found herself at The Brew House on Mercer Street, the small café where she and Kevin had spent some time since they were in New York. The familiar warmth of the place, with its rustic decor and the rich scent of coffee in the air, immediately put her at ease.

She spotted Kevin sitting at a table by the window, waving at her with a grin. His enthusiasm was contagious, and Betty couldn’t help but feel her spirits lift as she approached.

“Betty!” Kevin exclaimed as she reached the table, standing up to give her a tight hug. “How were your first days on campus?”

Betty laughed, the tension from earlier in the day melting away as she hugged him back. “It’s been… overwhelming, to say the least. But it’s good. Really good to see you.”

They both sat down, Kevin immediately launching into stories about his first few days at Juilliard. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he talked about the intense dance classes, the challenging vocal exercises, and the incredibly talented people he had already met. Betty listened with a smile, happy to see her friend thriving in an environment that seemed tailor-made for him.

“So, enough about me,” Kevin said after a while, leaning forward with a more serious expression. “How are you holding up? I know NYU was your dream, but… I also know things have been complicated.”

Betty’s smile faltered slightly as she stirred her coffee, the events of the day rushing back to her. “It’s been… complicated, like you said. I had a meeting with my academic advisor today, and right after, I ran into Archie.”

Kevin’s eyes widened. “Archie? Like…Archie Andrews, the guy who broke your heart and then started dating your supposed friend? That Archie?”

She sighed, nodding. “Yeah, that Archie. We didn’t really talk, but it was… awkward. We just kind of… stared at each other. It brought back all these feelings I thought I’d gotten over.”

He reached across the table, placing a comforting hand over hers. “Betty, it’s okay to feel that way. You went through a lot with Archie, and seeing him again was bound to stir things up.”

Betty squeezed his hand, grateful for his unwavering support. “I just… I don’t know how to navigate this. Archie and I were so close, and now… it’s like there’s this huge wall between us.”

Kevin nodded sympathetically. “It’s going to take time, Betts. You don’t have to rush into anything. If you feel like talking to him, then do it. But if you need more time, that’s okay too. Just focus on what you need right now.”

She looked at him, her eyes reflecting her inner turmoil. “But you think I should talk to Archie? Or even Veronica?”

He nodded. “Yes…I think it would help. If you keep avoiding them, it’s only going to eat you up inside. You need to make peace with them, for your own sake. Start with one, then the other, but especially with Archie. I know it’s complicated between you two, but you won’t know if things can go back to normal unless you take the first step.”

Betty smiled, feeling a little more at ease. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

Her friend grinned. “It’s a gift. College is a fresh start, but that doesn’t mean you have to forget everything that happened before. You’ll figure it out, one step at a time.”

The blond nodded, then sighed, knowing he was right deep down. “I think I should try. I mean… trying to talk to Archie first,” she said softly.

Talking to Kevin always made things seem a little less complicated. They spent the next hour catching up, laughing over old memories and sharing their hopes for the future. By the time they left the café, Betty felt lighter, more prepared to face whatever came next, even if that meant dealing with Archie.

A few days had passed in the blink of an eye, since Betty’s conversation with Kevin. Since then, she had been trying to immerse herself in her new classes at NYU. Today, she was particularly excited…and a bit nervous, about her Introduction to Scientific Research class. It was a course she had chosen carefully, intrigued by the promise of learning how to analyze and understand scientific studies, a skill that would be invaluable for her future in investigative journalism.

The Introduction to Scientific Research class was held in one of the older buildings on NYU’s campus, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the more frequented areas. The lecture hall was modest in size, with rows of wooden desks that had clearly seen years of use, their surfaces etched with faint pen marks and the occasional carved initials of students past. The walls were painted a pale, institutional beige, which somehow made the room feel both spacious and strangely closed in at the same time.

At the front of the room stood a large, green chalkboard, already marked with neat lines of handwriting from the professor’s initial notes on today’s topic: “The Fundamentals of Research Design.” Below the board, a long wooden desk was cluttered with stacks of academic journals, a couple of thick textbooks, and an assortment of scientific equipment, Petri dishes, flasks, and a few microscopes, hinting at the hands-on nature of the course.

The professor, a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and glasses perched on the tip of his nose, moved about with a quiet intensity, arranging his materials while occasionally glancing at the clock. A projector sat on a cart near his desk, its beam casting a faint, flickering light against the board as it projected slides filled with diagrams and key terms.

The room was filled with a diverse group of students, most of them first-years like her, looking eager and slightly overwhelmed. The rows were nearly full, with only a few scattered empty seats toward the back. A low hum of chatter filled the air as students exchanged nervous introductions and discussed their expectations for the course.

Betty had chosen a seat near the middle, where she could get a good view of both the board and the projector screen. She had her notebook open, ready to jot down anything important, and a small stack of colored pens laid out in front of her. 

Scanning the room, wanting to see what kind of student was around her, her eyes suddenly landed on a good-looking, broad-shouldered, redheaded young man sitting a few seats in front of her, his head bent over his notebook, scribbling something down.

She wasn't sure yet because she hadn't seen his face... But two seconds later she saw him when he looked around to do the same as her. Except that his gaze seemed to be searching for someone. Her heart skipped a beat. He finally found her, her eyes already fixed on him, his appearance reflecting both his laid-back nature and the lingering uncertainty he felt about his place at NYU. His tousled, fiery red hair fell casually over his forehead, a bit unruly as if he had run his fingers through it multiple times that morning, a telltale sign of his nervous energy.

He wore a simple, fitted navy blue t-shirt that hugged his athletic frame, hinting at the countless hours he’d spent on the football field back in Riverdale. The shirt was paired with a well-worn pair of dark jeans, slightly faded at the knees, which gave him a relaxed, approachable look. A brown leather wristband, one he’d been wearing for years, wrapped around his right wrist, a small, familiar comfort that grounded him in this new environment. On his feet, he wore his favorite sneakers, classic Converse in black and white, the canvas slightly scuffed from years of wear but still sturdy and reliable.

Over his chair hung a lightweight, gray hoodie, draped casually. It was the kind of hoodie that had seen better days, with a frayed hem and slightly faded sleeves, but it was comfortable, familiar. Archie always seemed to gravitate towards clothes that had a story, a sense of history, like the old Riverdale Bulldogs cap he sometimes wore, now stuffed into his backpack.

Archie’s backpack, a plain black canvas one, sat on the floor by his feet. The zipper was half-open, revealing a glimpse of a dog-eared notebook and a few loose papers shoved inside in a hurry. He was never the most organized, but he had a habit of keeping everything important close at hand, even if it was a little messy.

Betty couldn't believe it. What was Archie Andrews doing in this class? In her class.

Yet the room itself had an air of seriousness, Betty could feel the pressure of academic expectation settling over her like a weight. This class was different from her others, more intense, more demanding. The students around her seemed to sense it too, their faces a mix of determination and apprehension.

But for Archie... it was different for him, she could feel it. She tried to suppress the thought, but was it possible…that he was there for her?

As the clock ticked closer to the start of the lecture, the professor cleared his throat and addressed the class, interrupting the eye contact between the two friends. “Welcome to Introduction to Scientific Research,” he began, his voice cutting through the quiet conversations. “This course is designed to prepare you for the challenges of scientific inquiry. By the end of this semester, you'll be familiar with the basics of research methodology, experimental design, data analysis, and the critical evaluation of scientific literature.”

A few large windows along one wall let in thin slivers of afternoon light, but the room’s heavy curtains were drawn halfway closed, giving it a dim, almost somber atmosphere. Outside, the sounds of distant traffic and occasional footsteps from passersby created a soft, muffled backdrop to the quieter murmurings of the class.

Betty could feel the intensity in the professor’s voice, and she knew this was going to be a rigorous class. She glanced over at Archie again, wondering how he was feeling about it. To her surprise, he seemed focused, maybe even a little excited, something she hadn’t expected.

As the professor continued, he walked over to the projector and clicked to the next slide, revealing a list of core topics for the semester. “We’ll cover everything from hypothesis formation to statistical methods, ethical considerations in research, and the peer review process. By the end of this class, you will complete a group project that will involve conducting original research on a current topic being explored at NYU.”

Betty’s pulse quickened at the mention of the group project. She scribbled down a few notes, trying to capture everything that might be important. The idea of doing original research was both thrilling and terrifying, especially if it meant working closely with people she barely knew. She glanced again at Archie, who had stopped writing and was now staring straight ahead, listening intently.

Around her, other students shifted in their seats, some leaning in closer to catch every word, while others looked down at their notebooks with anxious expressions. The stakes were high in this class, and everyone seemed to sense it.

The professor continued, “I will be assigning groups later this week, so start thinking about which areas of science interest you most. You’ll need to pitch your project ideas soon, and remember, creativity and critical thinking will be key.”

Betty felt a mix of excitement and apprehension wash over her. She glanced at Archie again, and this time, he turned his head slightly, their eyes meeting for just a second before they both looked away. Despite everything that had happened between them, there was a small, unspoken understanding, a shared determination to make the most of this challenging course.

As the lecture continued, Betty found herself leaning forward, eager to absorb everything she could. The room may have felt intimidating, but there was also a sense of opportunity, a chance to prove herself, to learn, and perhaps to reconnect with the boy sitting just a few seats away.

The professor’s voice filled the room again. “And remember,” he added with a wry smile, “science isn’t just about finding answers. It’s about asking the right questions. I hope all of you are ready to ask plenty of those this semester.”

Betty’s hand tightened around her pen, a new sense of resolve settling in. This was just the beginning.

She considered finding a seat closer to Archie, where she could have an interaction with him. But a part of her was still scared. Scared to face the possibility of being hurt again, but she had to talk to him. With a deep breath and a steely resolve, she made her way toward the front of the room. She was debating whether to sit near him or find a seat elsewhere. After a brief internal struggle, she decided to face the situation head-on. With a deep breath, she walked over to where Archie was sitting.

“Is this seat taken?” she asked softly when she reached his row, her voice steadier than she felt.

Archie looked up, clearly surprised to see her. He blinked a few times before nodding quickly, “Oh, uh, yeah, sure. Go ahead,” he replied, his voice a bit hesitant.

Betty sat down next to him, placing her bag on the floor as she tried to quell the nervous energy buzzing inside her. The air between them was thick, but Betty was determined not to let it get to her.

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, noting how he seemed different, more reserved, maybe even uncertain. It was a far cry from the confident, easygoing Archie she had grown up with. At least she thought he had been.

She finally decided to break the silence, murmuring, “So… what made you choose this class?” she asked, keeping her tone light and casual, as if they were just two classmates making small talk.

Archie seemed to relax slightly at the question. “I don’t really know,” he admitted in a whisper, “I’m still figuring things out, and this class seemed like it might help. You know, learning how to analyze research and stuff. What about you?”

Betty smiled faintly, grateful for the small talk. “I thought it would be good for journalism. Understanding how research works could be really useful for investigative reporting. And this class seems to have a good reputation.”

Archie smiled to himself. He was getting his Betty back. And he couldn't hide it even a little.

When the class ended, students began to gather their things, and Betty turned to Archie, determined to keep the conversation going.

“So, do you have any ideas for the project?” she asked, trying to sound casual.

Archie shrugged, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Not really. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing. And you?”

Betty smiled faintly. “I’m not sure yet either, but I’m thinking of something that ties into journalism, maybe something about the impact of scientific research on public policy or media. I’ll have to see what topics are available.”

Archie nodded thoughtfully. “That sounds interesting. I guess we’ll just have to see what comes up.”

They stood there for a moment, neither quite sure what to say next. Finally, Betty broke the silence. “It was good to see you, Arch. I’m glad we’re in this class together.”

Archie offered a small, genuine smile. “Yeah…me too.”

With that, they both walked out of the amphitheater, side by side, but still kept apart by the words they hadn't fully said.

It was late in the evening when Archie found himself wandering the nearly deserted campus of NYU. The sky had turned a deep shade of indigo, the last traces of daylight disappearing behind the skyline of New York City. A cool breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it the faint sounds of the city that never slept. Despite the vibrancy of the city around him, the campus felt unusually quiet, almost hauntingly so.

Archie had always been someone who sought solace in music when things got too heavy, but tonight, even his guitar couldn’t drown out the thoughts swirling in his mind. 

In an attempt to clear his head, Archie decided to focus on something practical, his coursework. His Introduction to Scientific Research class had proven to be more challenging than he anticipated. The professor had recently assigned a project that required the students to explore and analyze an ongoing research study on campus. Archie had been struggling to find inspiration and clarity for the project, so he figured a late-night visit to the lab might spark something useful. Maybe seeing the research up close, without the distraction of bustling daytime activity, would help him grasp what he needed to understand.

With his project in mind, his feet carried him across the campus, past the familiar buildings where he had already begun to forge new routines. He found himself near one of the older buildings on campus, the one he had heard about during his guided tour. 

When one of the upperclassmen had mentioned an old research building on the edge of the campus, an odd, almost forgotten place that housed various scientific experiments. Most students avoided it, especially at night, claiming it gave them the creeps. Archie hadn’t thought much of it at the time, he thought it was just a joke to scare off the new students. But now, with his thoughts in turmoil, the idea of exploring somewhere unfamiliar, somewhere isolated, felt strangely appealing.

So, Archie found himself heading in that direction, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridors as he approached the building. The lab was tucked away, its stone facade partially obscured by overgrown ivy, as if it were trying to hide from the world. The windows were dark, but a faint, flickering light could be seen coming from inside, casting eerie shadows across the entrance.

Archie hesitated at the door, his hand hovering over the handle. There was something about the place that felt… off. But that was part of why he was here, wasn’t it? To step outside his comfort zone, to face the unknown.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The air in the lab was cooler than outside, and there was a distinct scent, sterile, almost metallic, that filled his nostrils as he walked down the dimly lit hallway. The walls were lined with posters detailing scientific processes, most of which were too complex for Archie to fully understand. His footsteps echoed off the cold, tiled floor, the sound unnervingly loud in the otherwise silent space.

As he ventured further in, he noticed that the building wasn’t entirely deserted. The flickering light he had seen from outside seemed to be coming from one of the rooms at the end of the hall. Curious, and with a growing sense of unease, Archie walked toward it.

He peered through the glass window of the door, his breath fogging up the pane slightly as he leaned closer. Inside, the room was filled with scientific equipment, microscopes, glass beakers filled with strange, glowing liquids, and several large machines that hummed softly in the background. But what caught Archie’s eye were the glass enclosures on a central table.

There were several of them, each containing what looked like different species of spiders. Some were tiny, almost indistinguishable from the common house spiders you’d find in any basement, while one was larger, its bright color indicating something far more dangerous. The largest spider, with its menacing red and black body, moved slowly across the glass, as if patrolling its confined space.

Archie wasn’t particularly afraid of spiders, but there was something about this creature that made his skin crawl. The room was eerily quiet except for the hum of the machines and the faint rustling of the spiders in their enclosures. It felt wrong, somehow, like he was intruding on something that wasn’t meant to be seen.

But he needed to see this. If he could understand what kind of research was being done here, it might help him figure out how to approach his project. His curiosity, however, was mixed with a growing sense of unease as he pushed the door open gently and stepped inside.

The room was colder than the hallway, the chill biting at his skin. Archie’s eyes were drawn to the various pieces of equipment, trying to make sense of what kind of experiments might be conducted here. His gaze returned to the spiders, and a shiver ran down his spine as he noticed the largest one had stopped moving, as if it sensed his presence.

Without really knowing why, Archie approached the table. He leaned in to get a closer look, his breath coming out in shallow puffs as he studied the creatures. There was something hypnotic about the way the largest spider moved, its legs delicately tapping against the glass as it searched for a way out. The other spiders seemed oblivious to Archie’s presence, but this one, this one seemed aware of him.

The young student pulled out his notebook, jotting down a few notes about the spiders, hoping to capture some detail that might be useful for his project. 

He was about to step back when a soft click sounded behind him. He spun around, his heart leaping into his throat, but saw nothing. The room was empty, and the door was still slightly ajar, the hallway beyond dark and silent. He turned back to the spiders, trying to shake off the unease that had settled over him.

Then, without warning, the glass enclosure housing the largest spider cracked with a sharp, piercing sound. Archie jerked back, instinctively raising his arms to protect himself, but it was too late. The spider, now free from its prison, leaped onto his hand. 

Archie froze, his breath catching in his throat. The spider’s body was cold and unsettlingly light as it scurried across his skin, its legs leaving faint, tingling sensations in their wake. He barely had time to react before the spider bit him, its fangs sinking into the flesh of his hand with a quick, precise motion.

The young man let out a muffled cry, shaking his hand to make the spider fall off. The pain was sharp, but it quickly disappeared, leaving only a strange tingling sensation. Looking at his hand, he saw a small red mark where the spider had bitten him.

When the spider flew off, he stepped on it as a reflex. The spider was dead. He clutched his hand, his heart pounding as a burning sensation spread from the bite. His vision blurred for a moment, and the room seemed to sway around him.

The pain wasn’t overwhelming, but it was unlike anything he’d ever felt before, sharp and deep, radiating from the bite and pulsing through his veins. 

“What was that thing?” he murmured to himself, trying to convince himself that it was nothing serious. Yet, as he hurriedly left the laboratory, he felt a wave of unease wash over him.

On the way back, the pain subsided, and Archie felt increasingly strange. His thoughts were clouded, and an intense fatigue took hold of him. He rushed back to his dorm, maybe some sleep would help.

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The walk across campus felt like a blur, his legs carrying him almost on autopilot. The sharp pain from the spider bite throbbed at hand, a dull, insistent ache that seemed to pulse with every beat of his heart. His hand felt strange, hot and tingling, as if tiny sparks were running just beneath the surface. He rubbed at it absently, trying to shake off the discomfort.

His head was spinning as he made his way back to his dorm room. His body felt strangely heavy and light all at once. He kept his hand cradled against his chest, his fingers tingling as if they had fallen asleep. The lights of the campus seemed too bright, the sounds too loud, everything felt more intense, like his senses had been dialed up.

"Maybe I should've gone to hospital," he muttered to himself, walking through the corridors. But was it really necessary? He was sure he would feel better after some sleep.

Archie was drenched in sweat when he reached his dorm room. He fumbled with his keys, his vision blurring slightly, before finally pushing the door open and stumbling inside. Thankfully he didn't have any roommates yet. At least it was only a matter of time before Jughead made his delayed start at NYU. He wouldn't have been able to deal with anyone's interrogations that night. The room was blessedly quiet. He let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto his bed, kicking off his shoes and closing his eyes, hoping sleep would come quickly.

But as he lay there, he could feel his body pulsing with energy, the tingling in his hand spreading up his arm, through his chest, and down his legs. His skin felt too tight, his muscles twitching involuntarily. He turned over, trying to find a comfortable position, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw images of spiders crawling across his vision, webs spinning in the darkness, threads connecting and weaving around him.

He sat up suddenly, his breathing rapid, sweat dripping down his face. His heart pounded in his chest like a drum. The room felt too small, too hot, like the walls were closing in on him. He pulled at his shirt, his skin feeling too sensitive, and got up to open the window. The cool night air hit him like a wave, and he gulped it in, trying to calm his racing heart.

Archie glanced down at his hand, flexing his fingers. The bite mark was still visible, red and angry, but something about it looked... different. The skin around it seemed almost translucent, like he could see faint lines running beneath the surface. He reached for his phone to turn on the flashlight, holding it up to the bite. The light seemed to pierce through his skin, revealing thin, glowing lines branching out like tiny veins, spreading up his arm.

"What... the hell?" he whispered, feeling a surge of panic.

He turned away, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to shake off the strange vision. His head felt heavy, his thoughts muddled, like he was wading through fog. Exhaustion pulled at him, and he stumbled back to the bed, collapsing onto the mattress. His eyes fluttered shut, and he drifted off into a fitful sleep, filled with strange, vivid dreams.

A sharp, high-pitched ringing pierced the quiet, slicing through the fog of restless dreams. The light filtering through the window was blinding, too bright, forcing squinting eyes to adjust. Every sound seemed to amplify, the distant honk of a car horn, the muffled conversations outside the window, even the faint buzzing of the ceiling light. Each noise was a jolt, vibrating through the skull.

The ringing persisted, loud and insistent. He groaned, his head still heavy with the strange dreams from the night before. Squinting against the bright morning light streaming through the window, he turned to grab his phone off the bedside table. The caller ID flashed: Veronica.

A hand, moving almost on instinct, reached out to silence the noise. But as fingers wrapped around the small object on the bedside table, there was a sudden crack. The ringing cut off abruptly, replaced by a crunching sound, like something fragile shattering under pressure.

Blinking against the brightness, he looked down and realized his phone was in pieces, crushed in his palm. Tiny shards of glass from the screen glittered in the morning light, and the device's plastic back was bent inward, warped like it had been hit with a hammer. Shocked, he let the fragments fall from his hand. The phone made a small buzzing noise before going completely dark, the call abruptly ending.

"What...?" The whisper barely made it past his lips. He didn't remember gripping the phone so hard. It was like it had crumbled under his touch, a terrifying display of strength he hadn't intended.

Archie's hand trembled slightly as he set the broken phone back down on the table, "I didn't... I didn't mean to," he whispered, still trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened. He flexed his fingers, staring at his hand like it was a foreign object.

He felt a rush of adrenaline, his senses sharpening. Every sound around him seemed amplified, the rustle of leaves outside, the distant hum of city traffic, even the faint sound of footsteps in the hallway outside his door. He sat there, frozen for a moment, his mind spinning.

The events of the previous night flooded back into his mind, the spider bite, the strange tingling in his hand, the vivid dreams. His pulse quickened as he remembered the feeling of his hand sticking to the wall, his enhanced senses, and now, this inexplicable strength. He felt a mix of fear and curiosity bubbling up inside him, and he knew he had to figure out what was going on.

He pushed himself up from the bed, his movements unexpectedly fluid and quick. The mattress seemed to spring back too easily beneath his weight, like he was lighter somehow. He took a tentative step, but his foot landed harder than expected, almost propelling him forward. He grabbed the edge of the desk for balance, and his hand stuck fast to the wood.

His heart raced, panic creeping into his thoughts. He tried to pull his hand away, but it wouldn't budge. It was as if his palm had fused to the surface, held by an unseen force. With a sharp tug, he managed to break free, stumbling backward, his breathing fast and shallow.

He turned toward the small mirror hanging on the wall above his desk, leaning in closer. The reflection staring back at him was his own, red hair tousled, hazel eyes wide with fear, but something felt different. His skin seemed to glow with a faint, almost imperceptible light, and his eyes seemed sharper, more alive.

Experimenting, he slowly raised his hand and moved it toward the mirror. As his fingers brushed against the glass, they clung to it, almost magnetically. He pulled his hand back quickly, watching in stunned silence as it released with a faint popping sound. He tested again, more deliberately this time, pressing his fingers to the wall. The same thing happened. His skin stuck like glue, refusing to let go until he concentrated on peeling it away.

He backed away, the room spinning slightly. His mind raced, grappling with a thousand questions and no answers. He had to know what was happening to him, what the bite had done. There had to be an explanation, something he could find in the dusty old science building where it all began.

He needed to clear his head. He grabbed a hoodie and slipped out of his dorm, walking briskly down the hallway and out onto the campus grounds. The autumn air was cool against his skin, the breeze ruffling his hair. He could still feel the buzz of energy coursing through his body, every step feeling lighter, more deliberate.

The hallway outside was filled with students moving to their morning classes, but everything felt too loud, too chaotic. Every voice seemed too close, every footstep too sharp. He kept his head down, moving quickly, trying to block out the overwhelming assault on his senses. The buzzing beneath his skin was still there, a constant, humming vibration that refused to subside.

As he made his way past the main building, he caught sight of Betty and Adam walking together in the hallway through one of the large windows. Betty was talking animatedly, her hands moving as she spoke, while Adam seemed distracted, his gaze shifting around the hall. Archie slowed his pace, instinctively ducking behind a nearby column to watch.

His heart clenched as he saw them together, their heads close, Adam's arm brushing against Betty's. A pang of something sharp and hot stabbed at his chest.

The blonde turned her head slightly, and their eyes met. For a brief second, Archie thought he saw something in her expression, a flicker of recognition, a concern that mirrored his own. But before he could react, Adam glanced up and caught sight of him through the window. Archie felt a jolt of panic and quickly turned away, ducking his head and kept walking, picking up his pace. The last thing he needed was a confrontation right now, not with Betty, and definitely not with Adam.

As he rounded the corner, he nearly ran straight into Veronica, who was clearly searching for him, "Archie!" she called out, relief mixed with worry in her voice.

Archie turned to see Veronica jogging toward him, her dark hair flowing behind her. She looked worried, her eyes scanning him up and down.

He forced a smile, though he felt anything but calm, "Hey, Ronnie... What's up?"

"I've been looking for you everywhere... I called you. Did you miss your class this morning?" Veronica said, slightly out of breath.

He frowned, realizing that this morning he hadn't really thought about checking the time on his phone before he managed to break it into several pieces.

A part of him wanted to tell his girlfriend, to share what was going on with someone who might understand. But another part of him was terrified. What if she thought he was crazy? Or worse, what if she wanted nothing to do with him once she knew the truth?

Archie shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He needed to figure this out on his own, at least for now. The first step was learning to control whatever was happening to him, before it got out of hand.

Mechanically, he pressed his hand against a wall close to him. The pressure against his palm calmed down the bizarre sensation he was feeling right now.

Veronica frowned, stepping closer, "You look... strange. Are you okay?"

Archie hesitated, his mind racing. He couldn't tell Veronica about the spider bite, about the weird new things happening to him. Not yet, anyway, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just had a weird night, that's all."

Veronica's eyes narrowed slightly, as if she could sense he wasn't telling the whole truth, "Well, if you're sure... Just let me know if you need anything, okay?"

Archie nodded, his smile faltering, "Thanks, Ronnie. I'll be fine. Promise."

She gave him a lingering look before nodding and gave him a kiss. She turned to head back toward the main building. He watched her go, then let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

As he turned to leave, he felt a strange itch in his palm. He glanced down and saw, to his shock, a thin, silvery thread extending from his wrist, attached to the wall beside him. He stared at it, stunned, and then with a sudden realization, he flicked his wrist, and the thread snapped back, disappearing into his skin.

Archie's eyes widened. A rush of exhilaration mixed with fear flooded his veins.

He continued on his way to the science building, his mind buzzing with questions. He needed to know what was happening to him, why he felt this way, and what those strange abilities were.

The long, empty corridors of the science building stretched ahead of him like a maze, dimly lit by the flickering fluorescent lights overhead. His footsteps echoed against the tiled floor, and his heart pounded in his chest with a mix of anxiety and determination. He needed to find that lab again, the one where everything had started. The one with the spiders.

Archie turned a corner and paused, trying to remember the route he had taken the night before. His mind was still buzzing with the realization that he could shoot webs from his wrists, but he forced himself to focus. He needed to understand what had happened to him, and the answers had to be in that lab.

He reached a heavy door with a frosted glass panel and saw the faint outline of a room beyond it. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, rows of desks and shelves filled with scientific equipment lined the walls. But something was different. The large glass enclosure in the center, which had been filled with spiders the night before, was now empty.

He walked over to the enclosure, his brow furrowing in confusion. The spiders were gone, every single one of them. The glass case was clean, almost too clean, as if it had been thoroughly wiped down. There was no trace of the webs that had been there, no sign of the strange, genetically modified creatures that had been crawling around just hours ago.

"I wasn't hallucinating, right?" he whispered under his breath, his fingers brushing against the cold glass.

His gaze swept the room, and he noticed a figure standing by a desk at the far end, sorting through a stack of papers. It was a woman, her back turned to him, wearing a white lab coat. She was in her late 40s, with sharp, intelligent eyes that missed very little. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair, streaked with hints of gray, was tied back in a loose bun, though a few strands had escaped, giving her a slightly disheveled, hurried appearance. Her face was defined by high cheekbones and a stern, serious expression that suggested she wasn't one to tolerate nonsense. Deep lines etched around her mouth hinted at someone who rarely smiled, and her thin lips were pressed into a tight line of concentration.

Archie hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and walked over.

He noticed charts, diagrams, genetic sequences... references to "genetic modifications." His breath caught in his throat as he realized that this wasn't just some random lab experiment, this was something much bigger. Something that had somehow changed him, altered him in ways he couldn't yet understand.

"Excuse me," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. The woman turned, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at.

"Yes? Can I help you?" she asked, her tone polite but guarded.

Archie swallowed, trying to choose his words carefully, "I... I was here last night. I saw the spiders in that enclosure," he pointed toward the empty glass case, "But now they're gone. I was just wondering... where did they go?"

The professor's expression remained neutral, but Archie could sense a flicker of something in her eyes, surprise, maybe, or annoyance, "I'm sorry, but this is a restricted area. Unauthorized students shouldn't be here, especially after hours. Those spiders were part of a confidential experiment, and they've been... relocated."

Archie felt a surge of frustration, "Relocated? Why? What happened to them?"

The professor, whose name badge read Dr. Catherine Mills, seemed to hesitate for a moment, her gaze assessing him, "The spiders were removed for further testing at a secure facility. We had an incident with a breach in protocol, and it was deemed necessary to take extra precautions."

Archie's heart pounded faster, "A breach? What kind of breach?"

Dr. Mills sighed, her patience clearly wearing thin, "It's none of your concern, Mr...?"

"Archie. Archie Andrews," he said, his voice firm, "And it is my concern because... I think I might have been bitten by one of those spiders."

Dr. Mills' eyes widened for a fraction of a second before she regained her composure, "Bitten?" she repeated, her tone carefully controlled, "That's highly unlikely. The spiders were contained within a secure environment."

"Well, they weren't last night," Archie countered, feeling a surge of confidence, "One of them got out, and it bit me. And now... things are happening to me. Strange things."

Her expression grew more guarded, "If you were bitten, then you should have reported it immediately. The spiders in that experiment are not normal, they're genetically modified, and exposure could have unintended consequences."

He nodded, feeling a mix of frustration and fear, "That's what I'm trying to say. Something is happening to me, and I need to know what those spiders were... what they were modified to do."

Dr. Mills hesitated, glancing around as if to make sure no one else was listening, "I'm not authorized to discuss the details of our experiments with you. However, if you're experiencing any symptoms, I advise you to go to the university health center. They'll be able to assess your condition and provide the appropriate care."

Archie clenched his fists, feeling a surge of anger, "Look, I just want answers. I want to know what's happening to me."

She looked at him closely, her expression softening just a fraction, "If what you're saying is true... if you were bitten, you need to be careful. Those spiders were part of a project involving experimental gene therapy. The modifications were designed to enhance certain natural traits, strength, agility, web production. But we never intended for them to come into contact with humans."

Archie's eyes widened, "So you're saying... I could have some of those traits now?"

Dr. Mills nodded slowly, "It's possible, but we don't know what the full effects could be. The genetic modifications were highly unstable, and combining them with human DNA could have unpredictable results."

Archie felt a chill run down his spine, "So what do I do now?"

She sighed, glancing at the empty enclosure once more, "I suggest you monitor your symptoms carefully. If you notice any significant changes, you should report them immediately. And... try to avoid any situations where you might put yourself or others in danger."

He nodded, feeling a mix of fear and determination, "Thank you... I think."

Dr. Mills gave him a curt nod, "And Mr. Andrews... it would be wise to forget you ever saw these spiders. For your own good."

With that, she turned away, returning to her stack of papers. Archie took one last look at the empty glass enclosure before turning and leaving the lab, his mind buzzing with questions. Whatever had happened to him, he knew he was only beginning to understand the full extent of it.

The door to the old science building closed behind him with a dull thud, leaving Archie standing alone in the cool autumn air, his thoughts whirling in confusion. Dr. Mills' words echoed in his mind: experimental gene therapy, unpredictable results, "forget you ever saw these spiders". He felt more frustrated than before, the answers he sought slipping further from his grasp.

He glanced down at his hands, still half-expecting to see something different, something abnormal, but they looked the same as ever. Normal, ordinary hands, with no sign of the strange abilities lurking just beneath the skin. The itch on his palms remained, a constant reminder of the bizarre things happening to him since that night.

The idea of going to the university health center seemed ridiculous. The nurse would think he was insane if he started talking about superhuman strength, sticky hands, and shooting webs from his wrists. This was beyond anything a regular doctor could handle. And what would he even say? Something like: "Hi, I think I got bitten by a genetically modified spider and now I have superpowers?"

He shook his head, dismissing the thought. No, he needed time to think, to clear his head. Maybe refocusing on the day's classes would help?

Archie took a deep breath and made his way to the music building, his sneakers crunching over the fallen leaves that littered the sidewalk. Music was his refuge, the one place where everything seemed to make sense. He didn't know what he wanted to do with his life yet, but he knew he loved music. It was the one class he looked forward to, the one where he could lose himself in and forget everything else, even just for a little while.

As he entered the music room, a sense of calm washed over him. The familiar scent of polished wood and sheet music filled the air. He slid into a seat near the back, hoping to blend in. His mind was still buzzing with the last events, but he tried to push it all aside, focusing instead on the sound of the piano being tuned in the corner and the soft chatter of students around him.

Professor Johnson, an old man with an easy smile and a worn tweed jacket, clapped his hands to get everyone's attention, "Alright, class, let's settle down. Today, we're going to explore some complex chord progressions and their impact on creating emotional depth in music. Pay close attention, there'll be a little quiz on this next week."

Archie nodded absently, taking out his notebook. He could feel his body tense, his senses still on high alert. He tried to focus on the professor's voice, on the notes scribbled across the whiteboard, but every little noise seemed to jump out at him, the rustling of pages, the tapping of pencils, the faint hum of a car engine outside.

Suddenly, a loud crash broke through his thoughts. One of the students at the front, a chubby boy with round glasses, had dropped his violin case, and it hit the floor with a clatter, the lid flipping open. Archie flinched, but before he could react, something even stranger happened.

The bow, which had been resting loosely inside the case, flew out of it like a missile, hurtling straight toward the head of the student in front of him. The world seemed to slow down, each second stretching into an eternity. Archie felt a strange tingling sensation at the base of his skull, like a warning bell going off in his mind.

His body moved before his brain had time to process. His hand shot out, fingers curling around the bow mid-air, catching it just inches away from the student's face. The class gasped in unison, and Archie blinked, suddenly aware of what he had done.

For a moment, he just stood there, the room around him frozen in shock. The student in front of him turned slowly, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Whoa... how- how did you do that?" the student stuttered, his face pale.

Archie opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He stared at the bow in his hand, his heart racing. He hadn't even thought about it, his body had just reacted, faster than he'd ever moved in his life.

"Archie!" Professor Johnson's voice broke through the silence, "That was... quite the catch!"

The redhead nodded quickly, trying to play it cool, "Uh, yeah... I... Just... reflexes, I guess."

The professor seemed to accept the explanation, "Alright, everyone, let's get back to the lesson. And please, be careful with your instruments."

Archie handed the bow back to the student, who gave him a grateful nod. But his mind was racing. The tingling sensation in his skull was still there, a faint buzz that seemed to pulse with every heartbeat.

He sank back into his seat, his hands trembling slightly. What had just happened? One moment he'd been sitting there, minding his own business, and the next... it was like he'd known exactly where the bow would be, like some unseen force had guided his hand.

He glanced around, hoping no one had noticed anything too strange, but most of the students seemed to have moved on, their attention back on the professor. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, trying to steady his nerves. He needed to figure out what was happening to him, and fast. But as he sat there, feeling the faint tingle in his palms, he couldn't help but feel a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't so bad. After all, if he hadn't been there, what would have been the fate of this student?

After class, Archie decided to skip lunch with Veronica. He didn't feel like pretending everything was fine when his mind was racing with a thousand questions. Instead, he headed to the university library, hoping to find something, anything, that could explain what was happening to him.

The library was quiet, the kind of stillness that pressed in from all sides, muffling even the faintest sounds. Rows upon rows of books stretched out like labyrinthine corridors, their shelves filled with knowledge and secrets. Archie stepped inside, the scent of old paper and dust mingling with the antiseptic smell of polished wood. He needed answers, something, anything that could explain what was happening to him.

He moved past a group of students hunched over their textbooks, his mind racing. The scene in the music class still replayed in his head, the memory of catching that flying bow with such unnatural speed sending a shiver down his spine. How did he even do that? The questions spun in his mind like a broken record.

Archie found his way to a section on genetics and biology, scanning the titles quickly. He needed information on mutations, genetic modifications, anything that might shed light on his strange new abilities. His fingers traced along the spines of the books, his hands still tingling faintly from the surge of reflexes earlier.

He pulled out a thick textbook titled Genetic Anomalies and Human Evolution, flipping it open to a random page. His eyes darted over the text, but the words seemed to blur together. His thoughts kept drifting back to Dr. Mills' cryptic warnings, to the spiders, to the strange, inexplicable sensations coursing through his body. He rubbed his forehead, trying to focus.

Then he decided to pull out his laptop. He typed "spider bite heightened senses" into the search bar and hit enter. The results were predictable. Mostly articles about allergic reactions or common symptoms. But as he scrolled further, a few more unusual results caught his eye.

One article mentioned a rare species of spider that had been genetically modified in a lab to produce venom with unique properties. According to the article, the venom could temporarily enhance the physical and mental abilities of its host. But the project had been abandoned after some... unintended consequences.

Archie's heart raced as he read through the article. Could this be what had bitten him? Could it explain why he felt so different? He bookmarked the page, his mind spinning. If this was true, then the changes he was experiencing might not go away on their own.

As he was reading more articles about the ongoing academic research at NYU, he suddenly felt a presence nearby, a familiar one. He glanced up, and his heart skipped a beat. Betty was standing just a few feet away, her head tilted slightly as she scanned a shelf. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulder, and her eyes, sharp and curious, flickered with a concentration he knew all too well.

Archie froze, unsure of what to do. Betty's gaze shifted, and suddenly their eyes met. She paused, surprised to see him there, but quickly masked her expression with a small smile. His heart raced. He couldn't tell if it was from fear or something else. She had always been able to read him, even when he didn't want her to.

"Hey..." Betty said softly, taking a tentative step closer, "I didn't expect to see you here."

He tried to smile, but it felt forced, his nerves buzzing under his skin, "Hey, yeah, just... doing some research."

Betty's brow furrowed slightly, "Research? For our class?" Noticing the scientific textbooks next to his laptop.

Archie hesitated, unsure how much to say, "Uh, sort of..."

Betty nodded slowly, sensing his discomfort. She studied his face, her eyes narrowing slightly, and Archie could tell she was trying to read him, trying to understand what was going on behind his guarded expression.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle but probing, "You seem... off. Like something's bothering you."

Archie shifted, avoiding her gaze, "I'm fine," he lied, knowing she would see right through him. "Just... stressed about classes, you know?"

But Betty didn't look convinced, "Arch, come on..."

For a moment, he considered telling her everything, the spider bite, the strange powers, the warnings from Dr. Mills. But a wave of fear gripped him. There's no way he's gonna get her involved in this mess.

"I'm fine. Really," he insisted, trying to sound convincing. But even as he spoke, he could feel his hands starting to shake, the tingling sensation growing stronger. His senses felt sharper, more intense, like the whole world was vibrating around him.

Betty's eyes softened with concern, "Okay... if you say so. But if you ever need to talk..."

Suddenly, there was a loud thud from a few shelves away. Archie flinched, turning instinctively toward the sound. A student had bumped into a cart full of books, sending a large stack tumbling to the ground with a heavy crash. Archie's body tensed, and without thinking, he reacted.

His hand shot out, and before he knew it, a web shot from his wrist, sticking to the edge of the shelf. He gasped, his eyes widening in horror. He quickly pulled his hand back, the web snapping back and dissolving before anyone could see.

"I have to go," he blurted out, panic rising in his chest. He grabbed his backpack and turned to leave, but just as he did, he forgot a thick book on human genetics on his table.

"You forgot your textbook," Betty pointed out.

Then Archie stepped back, grabbing the book from the table with a little more force than he'd intended. The book flew out of his hands, slipping from his grip and crashing onto the back of another student sitting at a nearby table.

The student jerked up, surprised, and turned around, eyes narrowing. He was a tall, muscular guy with a buzz cut and a heavy build. Archie recognized him, Mike Tanner, a junior known for his bad temper and quick fists. Mike's eyes locked onto Archie's, irritation flaring into anger.

"What the hell, man?" Mike snapped, standing up and shoving the chair back with a loud scrape.

Archie held up his hands in an apologetic gesture, "Hey, sorry! I didn't mean to-"

Mike stepped closer, his face twisted into a scowl, "Didn't mean to what? Throw a book at me?"

"No, no, it slipped," Archie insisted, his voice calm but tense, "It was an accident."

Mike's lip curled into a sneer, "Yeah, right. Trying to be a smartass? You think you're funny?"

Archie's heart pounded in his chest. The last thing he needed right now was a fight, especially with someone like Mike, "I swear, it wasn't on purpose," he said, taking a step back, "I'm just having a rough day."

Mike wasn't buying it, "I think you're just looking for trouble," he growled, stepping closer, his broad shoulders squared, "Well, you found it."

Archie felt a surge of adrenaline, his senses sharpening, that familiar tingling at the base of his skull. He tried to defuse the situation, "Look, man, I don't want any trouble, okay?"

But Mike wasn't listening. He shoved Archie hard in the chest, sending him stumbling backward. Archie barely managed to catch himself, his reflexes kicking in. He felt his muscles coil, his body ready to react, and for a second, he was surprised by how easily he kept his balance.

"C'mon, Carrot top," Mike taunted, his voice low and mocking, "You wanna act tough, huh? Let's see what you got."

Archie's mind raced. His senses felt like they were on overdrive, his vision sharper, his hearing tuned into every tiny sound around him. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, but his breathing remained steady. He knew he needed to avoid this, he wasn't looking for a fight, and he wasn't sure he could control his new strength if things got out of hand.

"Man, seriously, I'm not trying to fight you," Archie said, his voice steady, "Just let it go, okay?"

But Mike wasn't letting it go. He swung his fist in a quick, sharp motion, aiming straight for Archie's face. The world seemed to slow down, and Archie felt that strange tingling sensation again, that instinctive warning that flared in his mind. His body moved almost on its own, ducking and twisting out of the way just before Mike's fist could connect.

The tall man staggered forward, caught off balance by the missed punch. His eyes widened in surprise, and Archie saw an opening. He could feel his muscles tense, his reflexes ready to spring into action. He knew he could counter, but he didn't want to escalate things further.

"How did you-?" Mike yelled, bewildered.

But before he could finish, Mike swung again, this time more furiously. Archie sidestepped easily, his movements fluid and precise. He felt like he could see every motion in slow motion, every twitch of Mike's muscles telegraphing his next move.

"What the-?!" The bully muttered, throwing another punch, but Archie dodged it again, this time even faster.

Around them, a few students had begun to notice, watching the altercation with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Archie felt a spike of panic, he didn't want this kind of attention, didn't want anyone to see what he was capable of.

"Please, stop!" Archie pleaded, still dodging the blows with ease, "You don't want to do this."

But Mike wasn't backing down. Frustration twisted his face as he lunged forward, swinging wildly. Archie, still moving with almost supernatural speed, dodged to the side, and Mike's fist slammed into a bookshelf, sending a few books tumbling to the floor.

"Okay, that's enough!" a voice shouted. Betty stepped forward, her face a mix of concern and anger, "Please, stop it! You're going to hurt him!"

Mike glared at Betty, his chest heaving, "Stay out of this. Carrot top and I are just having a... discussion."

But it was only when Betty stepped in that Mike managed to punch Archie in the face. Normally, he would have been on the floor after such a blow, but miraculously he was still on his feet, just a little stunned.

He could feel his hands tingling, his muscles tense and ready. He didn't want to fight, didn't want to hurt anyone, but he also didn't want to lose control.

His heart was still pounding from Mike's punch. His senses were on high alert, every nerve buzzing with adrenaline. Mike's anger hadn't cooled completely; his jaw was clenched, and his hands were balled into fists. The students who had gathered around them whispered in hushed tones, some looking amused, others worried.

"Back off!" Betty warned again, her voice firm, stepping between Archie and his attacker. But Mike wasn't listening. Instead, his frustration flared, and he grabbed a nearby book from a table and hurled it toward Archie.

Archie saw the book flying toward him in slow motion, his reflexes kicking in almost instantly. He shifted his weight and dodged, but his foot caught on the edge of a chair, and he stumbled sideways. As he tried to regain his balance, Mike seized the opportunity and shoved him hard against a bookshelf. Archie's back hit the edge of the wooden frame with a thud, and he felt a sharp, searing pain shoot up his side.

"Archie!" Betty cried out, rushing toward him. She reached his side just as he slumped against the bookshelf, wincing in pain, his hand clutching his ribcage.

Mike seemed satisfied, a smug grin spreading across his face, "That's what you get," he muttered, turning to leave.

Betty shot him a withering glare, "Get out of here. Now!" she snapped. Mike hesitated for a moment but then shrugged and walked away, still muttering under his breath.

As soon as he was gone, Betty turned back to Archie, her face filled with concern, "Arch, are you okay?" She gently touched his shoulder, trying to assess the damage.

Archie gritted his teeth, feeling the ache in his side intensify, "I'm fine," he lied, even though his breath was coming in shallow gasps. He could feel a bruise forming where his ribs had slammed against the shelf, and each breath sent a spike of pain through his chest.

Betty wasn't buying it, "No, you're not. You need to get to the health center," she insisted, her voice firm, "You might have cracked a rib or something."

Archie shook his head, panic bubbling up inside him, "No, Betty, I'm fine. Really, I don't need to go there," He couldn't risk it, not with the strange things happening to his body. The last thing he wanted was to end up under the scrutiny of doctors who might find out about his new abilities.

"Archie, don't be ridiculous," Betty replied, exasperated, "You're hurt. We need to get you checked out."

He clenched his jaw, trying to think of a way out, "I just... I don't want to go, okay?" he muttered, avoiding her eyes.

Betty sighed, frustration mixed with concern, "Alright, if you won't go to the health center, then you're coming with me," she said firmly, grabbing his arm. "I'll take care of you."

Archie blinked, confused, "Wait, what?"

"You heard me," Betty said, already leading him toward the library exit, "If you won't see a doctor, I'll play nurse. Let's go to my dorm. Now."

Archie didn't have the energy to argue. The pain in his side was growing worse with every step, and he could feel the stares of other students on him as they walked. He let Betty guide him out of the library, trying to ignore the throbbing in his ribs and the knot of anxiety tightening in his stomach.

Betty's dorm room was cozy, a small but bright space filled with warm colors and a few personal touches. Strings of fairy lights hung above her bed, and the walls were adorned with photos, including one of Archie and her from happier times. Her desk was cluttered with books and notes, but everything felt familiar, comforting in a way.

"Sit down," Betty ordered, guiding Archie to the edge of her bed. His body throbbed with pain as he sat on the edge of Betty's bed, trying to catch his breath. He could feel the bruise darkening on his side where Mike had slammed him against the bookshelf. Each breath was a reminder of how little control he had over the changes happening to him. His heart raced, not just from the pain but from the fear that had been clawing at him since the spider bite.

Betty moved quickly, her face set with determination as she rummaged through her first aid kit, "Let me see how bad it is," she said, her voice steady but tinged with worry. She knelt beside him and gently tugged at the hem of his shirt.

Archie tensed, a flush of embarrassment mingling with the pain, "Betty, it's fine, really. You don't have to-"

"Stop trying to be tough," she cut him off, her tone firm but gentle, "Let me help you."

Reluctantly, Archie lifted his shirt, revealing a dark bruise already forming on his side. Betty's eyes widened, "Oh my God, that looks bad," she murmured, gently prodding the area with her fingers.

Archie winced again but tried to play it off, "It's not that bad..."

Betty shot him a skeptical look, "I think you might have bruised or cracked a rib. We need to wrap this up so it doesn't get worse." She reached for some gauze and an elastic bandage from the kit.

As she worked, Archie couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions. There was the pain, of course, but also something else... An odd sense of comfort in being here, in Betty's room, with her taking care of him. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed her until now, how much he'd missed this... feeling.

Betty's hands were gentle but firm as she wrapped the bandage around his torso, her touch steady and reassuring, "You should have let me take you to the health center. You might need an X-ray," she muttered under her breath, but her voice was softer now, less stern.

"I couldn't," Archie said quietly.

Betty paused, looking up at him, her eyes searching his face, "Why not? What's going on with you?"

"I'm just... dealing with some stuff," he finally said, his voice strained, "I... I don't want to talk about it."

She finished wrapping the bandage and sat back on her heels, studying him with concern.

He swallowed hard, feeling a lump in his throat, his heart pounding. Again, he wanted to tell her everything, to let it all out and hope she could help him make sense of it. But he knew he couldn't. He knew that dragging her into this would be dangerous. Not because he thought she wouldn't believe him, but because he feared she might end up hurt if she got involved in something he didn't yet understand.

Betty sighed softly, her expression softening. "Well, when you're ready to talk to me, I'm here," she said quietly. "In the meantime, just... try to be more careful, okay?"

He nodded, grateful for her understanding, even if he couldn't give her all the answers she wanted. "Thanks, Betty," he murmured.

She smiled, a small but genuine smile that warmed him from the inside, "Anytime, Arch," she replied. "Just don't make a habit of getting into fights, alright?"

He chuckled, wincing at the pain in his ribs, "I'll try," he promised, feeling a flicker of hope amid all the confusion.

Before he could say more, the door swung open with a quiet creak. Adam stood in the doorway, his expression carefully controlled, a polite smile on his lips, but his eyes held a flicker of surprise, "Hey, Betty," he said smoothly, his gaze flicking to Archie, who sat shirtless on her bed, with a fresh bandage wrapped around his torso. "What's going on here?"

Betty quickly rose to her feet, moving away from Archie but keeping her voice steady, "Adam, hey. Archie got hurt earlier... I was just helping him with a bandage."

Adam's smile remained, but his eyes subtly assessed the situation, "Ah, I see," he replied calmly. "You alright, Archie?"

Archie nodded, trying to keep his tone casual, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit of a scrape. I didn't want to go to the health center, so Betty was kind enough to help me out."

Adam nodded slowly, his smile never wavering, "Well, that was nice of you, Betty," he said, his tone even. "Always looking out for people."

Betty smiled back, though her eyes flickered with a touch of uncertainty.

Archie could feel the tension simmering beneath the surface, even if Adam wasn't showing it openly. He could sense the questions Adam wasn't asking, the way his gaze lingered a bit too long on Archie's bandage, the polite but distant tone in his voice.

"I should go," Archie said quietly, reaching for his shirt and pulling it on carefully, "Thanks again, Betty... for everything."

Betty nodded, offering a small, understanding smile, "Take care, Arch, okay?"

Adam stepped back slightly to let Archie pass, maintaining that same calm demeanor, "Yeah, take care, man," he said lightly. "And maybe try to avoid any more scrapes next time."

Archie managed a small chuckle, "Yeah..." he replied, feeling the weight of Adam's gaze as he walked past him and out the door.

As the door closed behind him, Archie let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. He could feel the tension in the room even from the hallway, the polite, controlled facade that Adam had maintained masking whatever he might truly be feeling.

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow through the window of Betty's dorm room. The world was painted in the rich hues of early autumn. The trees that lined the campus pathways were ablaze with color, fiery reds, bright oranges, and warm yellows, their leaves fluttering in the cool breeze. Clusters of leaves drifted down gently, swirling in the air before carpeting the ground below in a patchwork quilt of fall tones. The soft hum of the city outside was barely audible, muffled by the thick walls of the building. Inside, the room was cozy and inviting, with fairy lights casting a gentle, soothing light around the space. Adam sat on the edge of Betty's bed, leaning back against the pillows as he watched her move about, organizing her desk and putting away her books.

He felt a sense of comfort in being in her space, it felt like a safe haven away from the chaos of the city. As his eyes wandered around her room, he noticed the collage of photos pinned to the wall above her bed. There were pictures of Betty with her family, with friends, with Kevin, and... with Archie.

His gaze lingered on a particular photo, one he hadn't really noticed before. It was a candid shot of Betty and Archie, their arms around each other, laughing as if they didn't have a care in the world. It was the kind of picture that seemed to capture a moment of pure happiness, and it sent a small pang through his chest.

Betty, sensing his eyes on the photo, turned around and caught him looking. She smiled softly, coming to sit beside him on the bed, "That was taken back in Riverdale, at Pop's, before..." she explained, her voice light before she stopped herself.

Adam forced a smile, trying to appear casual, "You and Archie... you two look really close in that picture," he said, his tone deliberately nonchalant.

Betty nodded, her expression wistful, "Yeah, we were..."

Adam's smile tightened, but he kept his voice light, "But you guys get along again I see," He hesitated, then added, "You never really explained to me what happened before graduation."

Betty shook her head, "I don't think there's anything to say. He started dating Veronica and we grew apart," she giggled to herself nervously.

Inwardly, Adam knew this was far from the truth. He remembered that night at the prom and how Betty had run away with tears in her eyes.

He recalled how worriedly Veronica and Archie had come out from that same door Betty had come from.

He wasn't a fool. Part of him knew very well what had happened that night.

"You're gonna find this ironic, but...Turns out, we're sharing a class, Introduction to Scientific Research class," Betty says, moving subtly from one topic to another.

Adam's eyebrows lifted slightly, but he quickly smoothed his expression, trying to hide his surprise, "Oh, really? That's... unexpected. But it must be nice to see a familiar face, right?"

Betty nodded, her smile genuine, "Yeah, it is. I mean, it was a bit awkward at first, but we're trying to... I don't know, get back to being friends. Or... I don't know... I just want things to stop being weird between us, especially if I have to share this class with him."

Adam felt a small knot tighten in his stomach, but he kept his expression easy and his tone light, "That makes sense. You guys have a lot of history," he said, forcing a chuckle, "But hey, it's great that you guys are reconnecting."

Betty seemed relieved by his response, and Adam felt a small sense of satisfaction. He didn't want to seem insecure or threatened. He wanted her to think he was perfectly fine with her being in the same class as Archie, even if the thought unsettled him.

He paused, then decided to steer the conversation to safer ground, "So, how are your other classes going?"

Betty was looking more relaxed, "They're good. A lot of reading, but interesting. What about you?" while giving him a kiss on the cheek and leaning her head on his shoulder, thus bringing the attention back to him.

A grin spreading across his face, "They're going well too. I'm actually taking a class on Introduction to Radiochemistry. It's all about radioactive materials and their applications... which I guess is connected to some of the research Hiram Lodge is funding here at NYU."

Betty's expression shifted slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her face, "Hiram's research is all anyone talks about in the science departments. I heard about it from my academic advisor. But I didn't know you were taking that class."

Adam chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease, "Yeah, it just seemed interesting. Plus, it's kind of cool to be part of something that's on the cutting edge. My professor mentioned that Hiram's funding is bringing in some big projects, so I thought, why not check it out?"

Betty nodded, her expression thoughtful, "That's interesting. I heard they're doing some really ambitious stuff. But it's a little... mysterious, too."

Adam shrugged, smiling and trying to appear nonchalant, "Maybe. I'm still exploring my options. But it's nice to dive into something that challenges me, you know? I don't really know much about the bigger picture yet... but it's definitely fascinating to see how much science can achieve when there's real money behind it."

Betty smiled, still thoughtful, "Yeah, I suppose that's one way to look at it."

Adam nodded, satisfied that he had shifted the conversation away from Archie, even though a small part of him couldn't shake the unease gnawing at his gut. He had noticed how Betty had smiled when she talked about reconnecting with her best friend, and he hated how it made him feel. Especially after the scene he'd witnessed earlier. He still couldn't believe that a few hours ago that same Archie was sitting shirtless on his girlfriend's bed.

He had always believed he was the perfect boyfriend for Betty. When he first arrived in Riverdale during their senior year, he had been immediately drawn to her, the golden-haired girl with the bright green eyes and the warm smile that seemed to light up any room she entered. She was smart, kind, and genuinely interested in him, and they quickly formed a bond that Adam thought was unbreakable. He loved her deeply, and for a while, it seemed like she loved him too.

At first, he had been excited about their new adventure in New York, confident that they would thrive together in the big city. However, ever since Archie Andrews had appeared back in their lives, Adam had sensed something shifting between him and Betty. The way she seemed distracted sometimes, as if her mind was somewhere else, her eyes occasionally distant.

His first instinct was to brush it off, telling himself that it was just the stress of starting a new chapter in their lives. New classes, new people, a new city, of course, there would be some adjustment. But Adam couldn't help but notice how often Betty seemed to glance in Archie's direction whenever they were in the same room.

His mind began to conjure up scenarios of Archie trying to rekindle an old flame, of Betty being drawn back to the boy she had once loved. He hated how easily that boy used to make her smile, how comfortable they used to be together and clearly still are.

The worst part was, he knew he was being irrational. He knew Betty had chosen him, that she was with him now, not Archie. But that knowledge did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside him. Every look, every word, every tiny interaction between Betty and Archie felt like a personal affront, a reminder that he was still fighting for Betty's love, even though she was right there beside him.

He knew he had to do something. He couldn't just stand by and watch as Archie tried to win Betty back. But was it even possible that Archie loved Betty the way he did? Not as intensely for sure, he thought. Adam decided he would keep a closer eye on him, learn his habits, figure out what he was up to. He needed to know if Archie was a real threat or just a ghost from Betty's past.

It was late, and the campus was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city around him. Archie stood in the shadows of an old alleyway near his dorm, he was anxious. The street lights flickered softly in the distance, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. His side still ached from the fight with Mike earlier, but something strange was happening, he was healing, fast. It wasn't a normal recovery, and the pain was becoming a dull memory rather than a fresh wound.

Archie's fingers tingled, a sensation he had been trying to ignore all day but could no longer deny. He needed to figure out what was happening to him, what this power was and how to control it. He glanced around the empty alley, ensuring he was alone, then took a deep breath and held his hand out in front of him, fingers splayed.

"Alright... come on," he muttered under his breath, staring at his palm.

He focused, feeling the energy thrumming beneath his skin, and with a flick of his wrist, he tried to recreate the motion he had done earlier by instinct. Nothing. He frowned, furrowing his brow. It had worked earlier, hadn't it? The webs had shot out when he hadn't even been trying.

"Come on, work," he whispered, feeling more determined.

He flexed his wrist again, but this time, a thin strand of web shot out, latching onto a lamppost across the alley with a faint thwip. Archie blinked, surprise flashing across his face. He did it. He really did it.

"Okay, okay... now, let's try this for real," he muttered, glancing between his hand and the web attached to the lamppost. He gave the web a tentative tug, feeling the tension of the sticky thread holding fast to the post.

Taking a deep breath, Archie braced himself and pulled harder. The web remained secure, but as he tried to use it to pull himself forward, his foot slipped on the slick pavement, and he stumbled, crashing into the side of the building with a dull thud.

"Great start, Arch," he groaned, rubbing his shoulder.

He shook his head, regaining his footing, and shot another web at the lamppost. This time, he was more deliberate, testing the strength of the webbing by pulling himself gently toward the post. He managed to take a few steps forward before losing his balance again, the web snapping back as he fell to the ground with a grunt.

He lay there for a moment, staring up at the night sky, feeling the cold pavement beneath him. "This isn't as easy as it looks in the comics," he muttered.

Determined, he pushed himself up again, ignoring the soreness in his back and the sting of embarrassment. He couldn't give up, not yet. He had this power, this strange, unbelievable power, and if he didn't figure out how to control it, he'd never be able to help anyone with it.

After several failed attempts, each resulting in more scrapes, bruises, and frustrated grunts, Archie finally found a rhythm. He shot the web at the lamppost, pulled with just enough force to move, and managed to maintain his balance, moving closer to the target in controlled motions. It wasn't graceful, but it worked.

Panting slightly, he wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced up at the rooftops above him. He wasn't ready to start leaping across buildings just yet, but at least he had taken the first step, "One thing at a time, Arch. Learn to walk before you can fly."

Archie spent the next hour practicing. He shot webs at nearby walls, testing how far he could shoot, how much weight the webs could handle. Each time, he found himself a little more confident, a little more in control. But the strain of using this newfound power started to wear on him. His muscles ached from the constant motion, and his palms tingled uncomfortably, almost raw from overuse.

Still, there was a thrill in it, an undeniable rush of excitement with each successful attempt. Even when he failed, and he failed a lot, he felt that same surge of energy pushing him forward, driving him to keep going.

Eventually, Archie found himself standing at the base of the science building, staring up at the fire escape that led to the roof. His heart raced as he considered what he was about to do. He wasn't ready for swinging between buildings, but maybe... just maybe, he could handle climbing.

With a determined exhale, he shot a web at the lowest rung of the fire escape ladder. The web stuck perfectly, and Archie tugged on it to test its strength. Satisfied, he planted his feet firmly on the wall, grabbed hold of the web, and pulled.

His hands and feet clung to the brick like magnets. He didn't even need the fire escape ladder. His fingers and toes seemed to grip the wall effortlessly, his body moving with surprising ease. Archie's eyes widened in amazement as he scaled the side of the building like it was second nature. Every movement was smooth, controlled, and before he knew it, he was standing on the rooftop.

He took a moment to catch his breath, the city stretching out before him, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. The view was breathtaking. He could see the distant skyscrapers, the small figures of people walking far below, unaware of the boy standing on the roof, grappling with powers that defied belief.

Archie walked cautiously to the edge of the roof, staring down at the gap between his building and the next. It was a long way down, too far to fall safely. But he couldn't help feeling the tug of curiosity, the urge to push his limits even further.

"Not yet," he muttered to himself, shaking his head, "Not tonight."

But as he turned to leave, he said to himself, "Fuck it," he sighed and turned back.

He took a deep breath, his hands trembling as he reached into his hoodie pocket. He pulled out a simple ski mask, a last minute buy from a local store, something to hide his face. He couldn't be Archie Andrews tonight. If he was going to do this, he had to be someone else. Something else.

With shaky hands, he pulled the mask over his head, adjusting the fabric so it covered everything but his eyes. The world looked different through the small eye holes, narrowed, focused, more dangerous.

His hand shot out and a web flew from his wrist, sticking to a nearby chimney. Without thinking, Archie gave it a sharp tug and leaped.

For a brief, terrifying moment, his heart stopped as the ground rushed toward him. But the web held, snapping him forward in a wide arc. His feet touched down on the rooftop across the alley, but he landed awkwardly, stumbling forward and rolling onto the gravel covered surface.

Archie lay on his back, panting heavily, the stars spinning above him. His chest heaved with adrenaline and disbelief, "I... I did it," he whispered, laughing breathlessly. He wasn't graceful, and he didn't know if he was ready to take on any skyscrapers, but he had done it.

There was still so much to learn, so many limits to push, but for the first time, Archie felt like he could control what was happening to him. He wasn't just reacting anymore, he was taking the first steps toward mastering it.

Archie sat up slowly, the wind whipping through his face as he stared out at the city's lights stretching out before him like a sea of stars. His heart raced, his hands still tingling from the web-swinging practice he had barely managed to pull off moments ago. His body still hummed with the energy of his powers.

As he steadied himself on the ledge, something caught his eye. Across the campus, beyond the street below, a familiar window was illuminated, the soft glow of fairy lights casting a warm, pink hue inside. It was Betty's room.

Archie's breath hitched. He didn't know how he'd been able to spot her, it was like part of one of his mysterious senses now, but there she was, standing by her desk, looking down at something in her hands. His heart gave an involuntary lurch. Even from this distance, he could make out the familiar curve of her blonde hair, her thoughtful expression as she glanced at a small object, probably the journal she always wrote in when something weighed on her mind.

And just like that, the rest of his world faded away.

Betty had always been his constant, the person who made him feel grounded even when everything else was a whirlwind. But ever since senior prom, everything between them had shifted. But now, seeing her there, bathed in the soft light of her room, something deep inside Archie stirred, an urge he couldn't quite suppress.

The rooftop felt impossibly high, the gap between him and her window far too wide for any normal person to cross. But Archie wasn't normal anymore. He could feel it, the raw, buzzing energy beneath his skin, the tingling in his fingers that wanted to reach out, to leap, to swing. He could close the distance. He could reach her.

Archie clenched his fists, his body leaning forward slightly, eyes locked on Betty's figure. She hadn't noticed him, of course, why would she? He was nothing more than a shadow on a rooftop, watching her from afar. But the thought of being so close, of just appearing there, filled him with both excitement and fear.

His body acting for him, his hand moved on its own, shooting out a web that stuck to the rooftop of the building just across the street. His heart pounded. He grabbed his spider-web rope and jumped.

Archie didn't really know what he was doing, he didn't think about the consequences of his actions. But after that first leap, after the initial exhilaration of swinging through the air, his instincts had taken over. The pull toward Betty's window had been too strong to ignore.

He fired another web, this one connecting to a lamppost as he swung back toward the building across from her dorm.

Before he knew it, Archie found himself clinging to the side of the building just below her window. The brick wall felt cold and rough beneath his fingertips, but his grip was strong, steady. He hung there, suspended just out of sight, barely breathing as he glanced up toward the light filtering through the curtains.

Through the thin fabric, he could make out Betty's figure. She was sitting at her desk, one hand holding a pen, the other propping up her head as she leaned forward over her notebook. Even from here, Archie could sense the quiet concentration on her face, the familiar way she got lost in her thoughts whenever she was writing.

For a moment, all the noise in his head quieted. It was just him, suspended against the wall, watching Betty as she did something so ordinary.

His heart raced as he crouched lower, hidden just out of sight. He wasn't sure why he had come this close. What was he hoping for? That she would look up and just... know it was him? That things could go back to normal?

The thought of knocking on her window passed quickly. No, he couldn't risk it. He couldn't explain why he was wearing a mask, clinging to the side of her dorm building like some comic book character. He didn't even fully understand it himself.

As he stared, Betty shifted in her chair, her hand moving to tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She stood up, stretching her arms above her head before walking toward the window. His pulse quickened, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. She was coming closer, too close.

Just as Betty reached for the curtains, a voice from the street below shattered the stillness.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing up there?!"

Archie's heart dropped. His eyes darted down toward the street, where a small group of students were gathered, staring up at him. One of them, a guy with a loud, accusing voice, pointed directly at him.

"Creep! What are you, spying on her?"

A few others joined in, their voices rising in shock and confusion.

"Yo, that dude's hanging right outside the window! What a freak!"

The words cut through Archie like a blade, his mind spinning. They thought... they thought he was watching her. That he was some creep sneaking around her window.

Panic surged through him as more voices joined the chorus of accusations from below. He hadn't been doing anything wrong. He wasn't there for the reasons they thought, but how could he explain that? There was no time.

Betty's hand was still on the curtain, her fingers grazing the edge, ready to pull it back. She hadn't heard the commotion yet, but it wouldn't be long before she did.

I need to get out of here. Now.

Archie's heart raced as he pushed off the wall, firing a web at the building across the street. His body swung into the air just as Betty's curtains parted, her eyes flicking to the crowd below. She hadn't seen him, but the yelling was growing louder, and the students were still pointing, their voices full of confusion and alarm.

He didn't look back. He couldn't. The fear of being recognized, of having his secret exposed, pushed him forward. His arms strained as he shot another web, swinging further into the shadows of the night, his mind racing.

He landed awkwardly on a nearby rooftop, his feet stumbling over the gravel as he caught himself on a metal railing. His breath came in quick, ragged bursts, his chest tight with the leftover panic. He crouched low, glancing back at the dorm building in the distance. He could still hear faint shouts from the street, the accusing cries ringing in his ears.

For a moment, he stayed frozen, his thoughts jumbled. He hadn't meant to scare anyone. He hadn't meant for any of this. But it didn't matter. All they had seen was a masked figure outside a girl's window, and their conclusions had been immediate. Wrong, but immediate.

Archie tugged the mask down over his face, his hands shaking slightly as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He couldn't believe how quickly everything had spiraled out of control. He had just wanted to see Betty up close, to remind himself of something familiar. But now... now he realized how reckless it had been.

"I can't do this," he thought, his heart still pounding in his chest. I can't keep putting myself, or her at risk.

The weight of it all crashed over him, heavier than before. He was different now. Whatever this power was, it came with a price, and tonight, he had almost paid for it. Betty didn't need to know what he was becoming. Not yet.

Taking a deep breath, Archie stood up and shot another web into the night, swinging further into the darkness, away from the voices and the accusing stares.

As he disappeared into the city, one thing became clear: he had to be more careful. Not just with his powers, but with the people he cared about. He wasn't ready to face them, not yet.