When Jason Blossom is presumed dead, Riverdale shifts on its axis. Letting in the horror, and darkness that had been held at bay.
Archie, Veronica, Clary, Jughead, and Betty grapple with desires, love, drama, and murderers all while coping with the...
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Clarissa Cooper
"I THINK IT'S GREAT WHAT YOU GUYS ARE DOING FOR JASON" TREV BEAMED AT me.
"You two were on the water polo team together. Were you guys close?" I asked.
"This is just us talking, right? Just because, I kind of feel guilty about it," Trev sought reassurance, and I nodded encouragingly.
"A few months ago, Jason started acting all, like, weird and secretive," Trev began. "I thought it was about your sister, to be honest. They'd been dating a few weeks when he changed."
"And how did he change?" I probed, feeling defensive.
"We stopped hanging out, he wouldn't call me back, and then... Then he started selling off all his stuff. Anything he could sell for cash, he was hawking," Trev leaned in, his voice low. "Then I heard he was dealing drugs..."
"What drug?" I asked, trying to process the information.
"Weed, pills, whatever. I don't know for sure, because by then he stopped talking to me," Trev continued. I clicked my nail on the table, thinking. "And all this started after Jason and Polly got together?" When I got home from my date, I found my dad tinkering with one of his cars.
"Hey, good timing. Why don't you grab a wrench and tighten up that hose for me?" He smiled warmly at me, and I picked up the wrench.
"Dad, every time I ask Mom about Polly, she shuts me down," I said, focusing on tightening the hose. "Can we please talk about it? What happened? What did Jason do that was so bad?"
My dad sighed heavily, leaning against the car and wiping his hands with a rag. "Jason and Polly had a fight. I don't know what it was about, but afterwards, Polly was pretty devastated," he began to explain. "One day, I came home from work and I heard the water running in the bathroom upstairs. I went up, knocked on the door, and asked if Polly was all right. She didn't say anything. So I kicked the door down." He looked directly at me, his expression serious. "Polly was trying to hurt herself, Clary. That's why we sent her away. To stop her from trying to take her own life again."
I stared ahead, my mouth slightly agape, absorbing the weight of his words.
The next day in the student lounge, Jughead and I sat down to discuss the new information.
"I asked my dad if I could call Polly. He said she was doing better. But then," I paused, gathering my thoughts, "when she heard about Jason's death, she had a big setback. He doesn't want to risk another one."
"Why does a rich kid sell drugs?" Jughead mused aloud, pacing a bit. I sighed and leaned back in my chair.
"He was running away from his parents," I suggested.
"Yeah, probably. Or drug dealers," Jughead speculated, walking around the lounge. I leaned forward, intrigued.
"Oh my God. Is that possible?"
"It's a theory. Yours is more likely. But why would he have to run away from mommy and daddy?" Jughead turned to me, his expression serious.
"Because they're monsters," I replied firmly.
"Yeah, but why, specifically?"
"Well, we can't exactly just ask them," I said, leaning on my knees thoughtfully.
"So we have to ask Jason," Jughead proposed, and I looked at him questioningly. "Are you proposing a seance or..."
"No. Dead men tell no tales. But their bedrooms, their houses..." Jughead hinted, suggesting we investigate during the funeral.
