— Take it off right now!
— No.
— What did you say to me?
— I do everything for everyone, everything — t be perfect. The perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect student. Can't I do this one thing just for me?
I do everything for everyone. Everything to be perfect. The perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect student. Can't I do this one thing for me?
When my father got arrested, it was the worst thing ever. All these... trolls started writing horrible things about us. We'd get letters and e-mails saying that my dad was a thief, my mom was a clueless socialite, and I was the spoiled rich-bitch ice princess. And what hurt the most about it was... the things the trolls were writing... were true. I was like Cheryl. I was worse than Cheryl. So, when my mom said we were moving to Riverdale, I made a pact with myself to use this as an opportunity to become maybe, hopefully, a better version of myself.
– Veronica, welcome to the River Vixens. Betty... better luck next time.
– Wait… what? Why? Because you couldn't bully Betty into being a bitch?
– I need girls with fire on my squad.
– I know what you need, Cheryl. Because I know who you are. You would rather people fear than like you, so you traffic in terror and intimidation. You're rich, so you've never been held accountable, but I'm living proof, that certainty... that entitlement you wear on your head like a crown... it won't last. Eventually, there will be a reckoning. Or... maybe that reckoning is now and maybe, that reckoning... is me. Betty and I come as a matching set. You want one, you take us both. You wanted fire? Sorry, Cherry-bombshell, my specialty's ice.