The Midnight Club Riverdale (Volume 2)

Alice's POV: Orange Jumpsuits Really Aren't Fashionable

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I'm never going to a rager every again. Not just because I got humiliated after getting slapped in the face by my supposed best friend, but also the fact that I had the worst hangover ever. I'd drank so much that I barely even remembered anything. Of course I remembered Fred punching Jaime though, I could never forget that. I groaned and pulled the duvet over my head more, the light was making my head even worse. The darkness however, was pure bliss. I closed my eyes, I was tired out after the party, I'd barely gotten any sleep last night. I was just drifting off when there was a knock on my trailer door. I let out an annoyed scream. Who could possibly be calling round at this time in the morning? I hoped it wasn't Hal, I couldn't be doing with him right now, I wasn't in the mood. Maybe it was Hermione, coming around to apologise- or to slap me again. Most likely the second one. I climbed out of bed as the knocking continued "Jeez hold on! I'm coming!" I yelled. Impatient bitches. I pulled on my Serpent jacket over the clothes I'd worn to the party, I hadn't changed then last night. I walked out of my room, the skintight leopard print leggings clinging on to my legs. I could barely even walk they were that tight. I walked up to the trailer door where four figures were stood ominously behind. I turned the knob on the door and swung the door open. I was stunned to see three cops at the door  along with Detective Ivanna Wilson who was leading the Janet Aferton case. What the hell did she want? I squinted "What the hell are you doing here?" She stared back at me blankly and flashed her shiny badge at me "We'd like to step inside a second Miss Smith" Miss Smith? No one ever called me that. I shook my head "Why?" Detective Wilson glanced at the other cops "We just need to" She explained firmly, stepping in a barging straight passed me "Hey! What the-! You can't just barge in like that" she smirked "Oh I think we can" The door slammed behind me as the three other cops stepped inside "Okay, well what's going  on? Why are you here" The three other cops neared me. I backed away slowly and looked up at Detective Wilson "What's going on?" I repeated. Detective Wilson cleared her throat "Alice Cooper you are under arrest for the murder of Janet Aferton" I gawped at her "What?! What are you talking about? I-" "You have the right to remain silent and anything you say can or will be used against you in the court of law, you have the right to an attorney" As she continued one of the officers neared me, handcuffs clutched in her hands. Run. I dodged the woman and ran towards the door, but one of the male cops grabbed me "HEY GET OFF ME! GET THE HELL OFF ME!" I cried as I tried to break free. Two of the cops slammed me down against the counter and pinned my hands behind my back "GET OFF ME OKAY! I DIDNT KILL JANET OKAY I SWEAR! THERES A MISTAKE, THERE HAS TO BE!" I felt thr handcuffs fasten tightly around my wrists. One of the cops lifted me off the counter as I struggled. It was no use, I wouldn't be able to get free. I fought the tears that I knew were coming. I looked at Detective Wilson helplessly "Look, Ivanna, I swear I didn't do this okay! I barely knew Janet and I would never hurt her or anyone I swear!" She folded her arms "It's Detective Wilson, and evidence would suggest otherwise" she spat coldly "What? What evidence?!" I cried as they dragged me out of my trailer. What did she mean by evidence? Wait- had I just been framed?

I couldn't believe what was happening. A lot of wierd and terrible things had happened in my life recently, so that was saying something. I kicked and screamed as I was being pulled through the sheriff station, past cells and cells. I didn't understand what was happening. Did they really think I'd killed Janet? And what evidence did they have to prove it? I hadn't even been near the girl, dead or alive. This was The Angel Of Death's doing, it had to be. They got pissed that we stopped completing their stupid dares and decided to lock me up. How would they frame me though? None of it made sense. I watched as a cop opened up the door to a room and pulled me inside. There were two cells inside that strangely looked like animal cages from a zoo, sat in the corner of the left one was a girl. She had long dark hair and was hugging her knees, her head buried on her kneecaps. She looked up at me. It was Hermione. "What the-" I muttered as the cop opened up the right cage door and threw me inside. She shut the door behind me and left the room. I stared at Hermione who's face was red and blotchy. She sniffed "So, your here too" she mumbled "Welcome to the party"
I shook my head "Wait, why were you arrested? Do they think you killed Janet too?" Her eyes grew wide "Wait, they think you killed Janet?" I nodded. Hermione bit her lip "They arrested me for being involved in her murder, not for doing it, at least that's what I think" I sat down opposite the bars where she was sat on the other side "I was just at home with my mom when the cops knocked and arrested me, my mom tried to stop them but they were having none of it" A tear rolled down her cheek "I bet shes here now, trying to get me out" I lifted my legs up onto the bench "This is so unfair, we didn't do anything, I don't know where they got evidence from, but it's sure as hell not real" "Evidence?" "Yeah" I said "Detective Wilson told me they found evidence suggesting I killed her, they must've found something for you too" She closed her eyes "And Fred and FP" she whispered. I blinked "What? FP and Fred? They're here too?" She nodded "I saw them locked up in a cell down the corridor as they led me here, they didn't see me though" I kicked the bars with my leg. It made a huge clanking sound causing my cage to rattle "This is so messed up, The Angel Of Death is trying to frame us all for something we didn't even do, just because we didn't complete our freaking dares" "What are we supposed to do?" Hermione asked, as though I was supposed to know "I don't know" I thought for a second "I'll tell her everything, that we were at Sweetwater Swimming Hole when she was killed, about the dares, everything, its the only way" Hermione burst out crying. I turned to her, I couldn't help feeling sorry for her. Sure she'd been a bit of a bitch recently, but I hadn't exactly been nice. I shuffled myself more closely to the bars so I was near here "Hey, it's gonna be okay, we'll get through this together" I soothed, placing a hand on the metal bar. Hermione gazed up at me and wipef a tear off her cheek "I'm really sorry for slapping you last night Alice, and for all the other stuff I said- I shouldn't have exposed your drug addiction like that" I flashed a small smile at her "It's okay" I laughed "Besides, I was the one in the wrong, saying all that nasty stuff about you, off my face, after all you were only trying to help" I looked down at my outfit and pulled a face "And you were right, my outfit is TERRIBLE!" Hermione giggled, the tears fading away. I bit my lip "So, am I forgiven then?" She smiled "Yeah, you are, am I?" "Of course" We smiled at one another and before we could continue our intimate little moment, the door to the room flung open and a cop stepped inside, nearing my cell. She opened the door and gestured me to come out. For a split second I thought she was letting me out "Detective Wilson would like to speak to you, Miss Smith, please come out" I glanced at Hermione and stood up, stepping out of the cell. The cop grabbed me and we left the room.