Riverdale

                                    

                                          
Jack's P.O.V. 
                          
"What, why?" 
                          
"I don't know but she's afraid to tell us." 
                          
"But, I see no reason Zoey would have to cut herself." Elsa said, shaking her head. 
                          
"Me neither. But I intend on finding out." I said. 
                          
"And how are you going to do that?" Elsa smirks. 
                          
"The way I always do-" I hear Zoey scream and Elsa and I run into her room, throwing the door open. My anger rose and my ice blood boiled.
                          
"Zoey!"
                          
Zoey's P.O.V.
I sit on the couch, my mom talking to the guards about what happened in my room. Hans was an inch away from killing me as my parents ran in the room, saving me. 
                          
It's now the middle of the night in the library and my mom talked to the guards, my dad pacing in anger and me and Luke sitting on the couch, me lost in a book and Luke on his phone like always. I suddenly feel a presence next to me and I pretend like I don't notice. 
                          
"How long?" Damn, he knew. 
                          
"How long what?" I ask, pretending I didn't know anything. 
                          
"The scars. How long have you been cutting yourself?" I look at my arm where the scars were as I pull my sleeve down. 
                          
"Zoey," I look up across the room and Luke met my gaze, nodding. I pick my book up and close it, walking to put it away as someone grabs my wrist. 
                          
I glare back at him and throw a ice ball at him, making my dad back away. I turn around to see my brother and mom in shock. 
                          
"Zoey." My mom said as I back up, turning around as I leave. 
                          
Luke's P.O.V. 
                          
"Why, out of all people why did I need to react!"
                          
"Zoey settle down." I scoff as she fell back on the bed. We stay silent and Zoey smirks. 
                          
"You know, in a way, you do remind me of a Jughead."
                          
"Jones?" I ask. 
                          
"No Andrews." I joke as he hit me with a pillow. 
                          
"We still have yet to watch the second season." He said as we smirk at each other. 
                          
"I got blankets." I smirk. 
                          
"I got popcorn." Luke ran out of the room and just like that, our Riverdale marathon started.