Loner and a Writer |Jughead Jones|

Wrongly Arrested |chapter 27|

A whole day had passed by. Turns out Betty found her sister in the attic of her house. Veronica went on a shopping spree with her money to manage to get her mother infuriated with her. Jughead managed to get his dad a job at Archie's dad's construction site. And Archie got into a huge fight with Jughead about something that happened with their parents.

The next morning, Jughead and I laughed through the hallways as we talked any and everything stupid. We were going to the Blue and Gold to catch up on some homework. When we entered, Me. Weatherbee was standing next to our murder bored as Sheriff Keller stood near the door.

I looked at Jughead then back at the men. "Hey," I said, a bit confused. By the look on Jughead's face, he didn't know what was going on either. "Hey," Sheriff Keller replied. We sat our stuff down and looked at Principle Weatherbee next to our murder bored.

"Uh, what's up?" Jughead asked, approaching the board. "I'm going to need you too to come down to the station with me," he explained. I held Jughead's hand as we walked through the halls of Riverdale High, all eyes on us. I kept on looking down at my boots with long carol lasses. I could barely see anyones or what they thought of what happened.

I took a glimpse up at Jughead who was telling Archie and Betty to call his dad for him. Mr. Keller showed us to the cop car and told me to get into the front seat while Jughead was in the back. In some weird twisted way, he thought if we sat together that we would think of a cover story.

When we got to the station, two officers started to hall us to different rooms. Right when the officer started to hill me away, Jughead started to get restless and angry. When I got into a interrogation room, they handcuffed me to the table. After some time, an officer I didn't know came in. He placed three separate files on the table before looking at me.

"Kathrine Evans," he slowly said, sitting down in the car opposite of me. "Do you know what these files are?" I stared at him blankly without saying a word. He opened the middle file which was thicker than the other two. "These are your medical papers throughout the years. Seems you got injured from a lot of 'sports'." I started to panic a bit then remembering I had to keep my cool.

"Do you have anything to say about that?" I shook my head and looked at the wall next to me, hoping the officer would take the hint. He proceeded to open the file to the right and shifted through those papers as well. "You were involved in a murder investigation. With a certain... JJ Evans. Can you tell me about this?" I kept silent not wanting to tell a complete stranger what happened.

He started to take pictures out of the file of what happened that night. His body. The blood on the floor. The knives. His wrist. My wrist. More and more blood. I quickly looked back at the wall and whipped the tears streaming down my face. When the cop realized that the pictures weren't going to break me, he opened the last and file folder.

"Are you aware of Jughead Jones's past?" I started to look down at my shoes and tweeted my thumbs. "Kathrine I'd you don't give me an answer I will officially have to arrest you for withholding information," he informed me, leaning forward from his laid back position. I looked him dead in the eye without changing a shade. "No comment," I said, leaning on the table. The cop scoffed and I leaned back in my chair.

"I want a lawyer," I said, realizing he won't stop harassing me with questions. He didn't get up from his position. "Do you think Jughead Jones is a killer?" I was taken back by his question because I never thought of what he was asking. Jughead, a killer? It couldn't be possible. "No comment," I repeated.

Later, Mr. Andrews bailed us out of jail and brought Archie and Betty along to help. When we got to the front, Jughead's dad came over yelling his name. "Jughead!" He said, stumbling from being drunk. "I'm sorry. I came as soon as I got your message. My phone, the friggin' battery, I forgot to plug it in last night. What the hell happened?" "Nothing," Jughead quickly replied, clearly annoyed.

"It's fine now. Mr. Andrews took care of it." I held onto Jughead's arm for support and comfort. "What jacked-up crap did they accuse you of in there, huh? Those bastards trying to throw you in jail. Like they did your old man?" He tried to protest. "We'll screw that. I will rip Keller and Evans a new one for trying to pull that..." he said, trying to go into the station.

"FP settled down," Mr. Andrews told him. "This is my son, he's my son Fred!" He yelled. "You'd do the same for your boy." With Jughead's free hand, he stopped his dad from going any farther. "Dad," he said, clearly trying not to break. "Mr. Evans had nothing to do with this. Don't make it worse. Please," Jughead pleaded. FP nodded his head and backed off.

"Yeah all right then. You uh, coming home with me?" He asked his son. "He can stay with us Mr. Jones," Archie interjected. "We already offered." "Is that what you want?" FP asked. All eyes were on Jughead. He could barely look at anyone. Not even me. He didn't respond, which gave his father the answer.

"Maybe that's for the best. If you don't mind, Fred." "Whatever you want FP," Fred said. "It's between the two of you." "I'll go with you dad," Jughead blurted out. I looked up and Jughead who gave a nod of certainty. I let go of his arm and let him walk to his dad, whipping away some snot from his nose. Archie and Betty stood in disbelief as Fred turned away from the boys. Jughead and FP talked for a while.Then they gave each other a tight hug. Jughead turned towards us and I went up to him to give the biggest hug I could. "Can you come with me?" He whispered. I took his hand and we walked together out of the lot.