Riverdale High Class

S. E. V. E. N. T. Y.

"Life's not an Agatha Christie novel, it's a lot messier."
-Forsythe "Jughead" Pendleton Jones III

M

ercy POV

I sit on the counter and Munroe between my legs.

Munroe:You okay?

I lean back a little and nod, I smile slightly and picks up one of my braids and shakes his head.

Munroe:When you said that something crazy was gonna happen I thought it was just gonna be something minor like robberies or something, but this? It's ridiculous.

I nod and lay my head on his shoulder, he wraps his arms around me, I try to blink my tears away but they drop. I hug him tighter and he just rubs my back.

'BUZZZ'

'BUZZ'

I lift my head grab my phone seeing its Betty, I pick up.

Phone call:

Me:Yeah, Betty?

Betty:Are you coming to school?

Me:Yeah, on the way.

I hang up and slip my phone in my pocket, Munroe moves from in front of me and we walk to our bags grabbing them before leaving out.

_-_-_-_-_-

I sit with Munroe in class Betty, Archie and Ronnie a table away when Mr. Jones and some other cops come in.

FP:Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, and... Mercy Johnson, you're under arrest for the cold-blooded murder of my son, Jughead Jones.

Munroe:What?

I shake my head and he stands up with us. FP comes up to me and puts my hands in the handcuffs. I'm lead out in front. I hear Betty whispering.

Betty:This was there move, the Stonies. We knew that they'd do this.

Ronnie:I hope you're right, Betty.

Archie:Mercy was never at Stonewall, how do they know her?

Betty:She went with me and Jug and with Ronnie.

Betty:Which is why this is when they'll start tripping up, it has too.

We are walked to the separate cars, FP puts me in the back of his. On the drive there, he's silent, I hear the sniffles and I look away from the front.

FP:For God's sake tell me you didn't have anything to do with this!

I look at him through the rear view and I shake my head.

Me:No, nothing, if it was anyone else maybe but not him.

FP:You've gotten away with it before.

Me:No, Jenson got away with it before, I'll never kill Jughead nor would I let anyone hurt him. You know that.

FP:Do it?

Me:*shrugging* If you're asking then you must not.

When we are placed in the holding cells he speaks.

FP:You three sit tight. I'll be bringing you in for questioning one at a time, and then we're finally gonna get to the bottom of what happened that night. You understand me?