"Mantle, man, I bet you $20 dollars that you're too much of a pussy to make a move on Josie," Chuck said to Reggie, nodding at where she stood, rifling through the contents of her bag beside her open locker across the hallway. Summer break was officially over and a flow students bustled through the Riverdale High building once more with pep.

"Josie?" Moose repeated. "That's Mayor McCoy's daughter."

"Yeah, and she's a part of that band," the football coach's son guffawed, turning back and waggling his eyebrows at the two guys, "The Pussycats. Meow!"

The three of them descended into a fit of sniggers. Moose punched Reggie's arm, egging on his friend and chuckling heartily, "Dude you better go catch that Pussy!"

"C'mon, bro. It'll be easy, no woman can resist the Monster Mantle!" Reggie grinned arrogantly overtly gesturing toward his manhood and making a provocative thrusting motion which caused the two football players to burst out laughing once more. Their chortles amped up his ego and he nodded eagerly with a smirk, his chest puffed up pompously and he swaggered over to where Josie was stood, still unaware of what was going on and preoccupied with sorting out her bag. He weaved in between the other teenagers strolling by and standing around idly, licking his lips, taking a moment to make sure his snap back was in place and intentionally contracting the muscles in his arms so that his guns looked bigger and beefier.

When he finally reached her, the football player leaned against the row of closed lockers, cockily crossing his arms and presenting his cleverly thought-up line, "What's up, Pussycat?" He leaned closer a fraction, sending her a smouldering look, clenching his jaw just right. "The name's Mantle. Reggie Mantle." There was no possible way she would be able to resist that. He had this in the bag.

The girl stopped what she was doing, glancing up, gracing him with her cool gaze. Her dark and serious eyes raked up and down his toned form. Her full, perfectly glossed lips pursed in thought as her silent appraisal went on for a couple moments too long; Josie McCoy was intimidatingly gorgeous. Tinges—ever so tiny tinges—of self-doubt began to trickle into the Riverdale Bulldog's mind, it's a good thing I've been working out over the summer! She's totally checking me out—right?

"Josie." She eventually replied, introducing herself in curt disinterest. Her tone was delicate and musical. Her head cocked to the side, prompting him to continue by asking, "Can I help you with something?"

Time to go in for the kill. "Yeah," Reggie paused for a second, an overbearing confidence consuming his demeanour. "I have this itch that I'm really hoping you could scratch for me." He emphasised his words, bringing his sexual innuendo the forefront of their conversation.

Chuck and Moose's laughter had reached an unbearably loud volume and Josie looked away from him, over his broad shoulder, to see both boys chortling into their fists like rapid hyenas, in complete hysterics as they watched their team mate's shameless wooing tactics.

Simultaneously rolling her eyes and letting out a huff of disgust, the lead Pussycat slammed the door of her locker shut, the sharp and abrupt collision of metal catching the football player by surprise and making him jump is surprise.

She turned to walk away, adjusting the strap of her messenger bag and sticking her nose up in the air, refusing to say another word to him.

Chuckling he amusement, he cooed, "Aww Josie I'm only playi—"

She whipped around faster than a tornado, her curls springing and dancing in the air and framing her face. With a single poised finger prodding into his chest, she had him backed against the lockers. The frosty metallic surface seeped through the material of his shirt, chilling his skin whilst she looked him dead in the eye, asserting in a crisp and strong voice, "Look, I know this whole situation is probably very difficult for your thick, testosterone drenched, Neanderthal skull to comprehend, so I'm going to spell it out in simple terms for you. I'm. Not. Interested. I will never be interested. That clear enough for you, bro?"

Josie was beautifully fierce, and despite the fact that she had completely torn into him Reggie was…kinda turned on. It was hot. Really hot.

Their heated exchange had certainly caught people's attention and the noise level of the hallway had lowered down to quiet hushes and whispers, some teens were out rightly staring and others digging around for their cell phones to Instagram and SnapChat the public confrontation.

Reggie could feel this blood rushing with both exhilaration and embarrassment. Nodding in response and holding up his hands in a mocking surrender, he playfully joked, "My Pussycat's got claws, huh?"

"Fuck you, Reggie!" Josie exclaimed incredulously in response, spinning around and strutting away once and for all.

Chuck made his way over to where she had left Mantle, shoving his way through the traffic of students who had frozen to watch. He was wholeheartedly entertained by the spectacle that had unfolded and eager to stir the pot. Smiling wolfishly and cupping his hands by his mouth he called after Josie, "Meow! Meow!" Even throwing in some hissing sound effects and Moose joined in, unable to contain his chortles.

The Pussycat didn't spare the three of them the pleasure of a backward glance, continuing to stroll regally down the hall. Students parted like the Red Sea to let her saunter by and her skirt swished around her shapely legs in unison to the clacking of her heels against the linoleum floor, leaving the scent of sassy Strawberry perfume in her wake.