Twilight, but make it ?CHONI?

Charlie's house kitchen
Evening
No one's pov:

Toni enters, throws down her bag and coat, still angry. She starts heading upstairs but Charlie enters from the kitchen.

"Your mom called. Again"

"Your fault, for telling her about the accident"

"She always did know how to worry" he mumbled a little. A bit of sadness coating his voice. "But she's changed too, she seems happy. Phil sounds alright"

"He is"

She continues upstairs, glancing at her parents wedding photo on the way.

High School Cafeteria

As Toni pushes through the door, she glances at the 'Blossom table', Cheryl with her siblings. She doesn't look at her. Anger and determination set in again as Toni joins Sweets, Fangs, Jughead, Ben, Izzy, and Angela at the lunch table, dropping her bag on the back of her seat.

"La Push baby, you in?" Fangs asked.

"La what? I've never heard of that"

"'La Push Beach' down on the Quileute rez. We're all going after school, there's a big swell coming in" Izzy explained.

"And I don't just surf the internet"

"Sweets you stood up once. On a foam board" Angela rolled her eyes.

"There's whale watching too, come with"

"La Push baby!" Fangs teased again.

"Fine I'll go if you stop saying that" Toni chuckled.

Salad bar station

Toni artfully designs a architectural salad. As she reaches for an apple, Cheryl is suddenly next to her.

"Hm, edible art" Cheryl hummed.

"Startled, Toni fumbles and drops the apple, but Cheryl catches it with her foot, hackeysack style, then bounces it back into her hand, the red of the apple, stark against her pale skin. She presents it to Toni with a small smile.

"Thanks...but your mood swings are giving me whiplash"

"I said I'd be better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't want to be"

"What does that even mean?"

"It means that if you were smart, you'd avoid me"

Cheryl inadvertently glances at her five inhumanly beautiful siblings, who wait for her, expectantly, at their table.

Toni notes her own, very human friends monitoring this conversation from their table. Ben glowers jealousy.

"So let's say, for arguments sake, that I'm not smart. Would you talk to me? Tell me that truth?"

"Probably not, I'd rather hear your theories"

"Okay....how 'bout radioactive spiders? Kryptonite?"

Cheryl leaves her gaze challenging.