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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Jughead Jones
THE DOORBELL TO POP'S RANG.
"Told you," Veronica's voice came from behind me.
"Jug," Archie said as they approached. Clary slowly slid next to me.
"Jug, we're so sorry," she whispered softly.
"About everything. Juggy, we screwed up," Archie admitted with regret.
"We all did. Breaking into your dad's trailer was wrong, but at least some good came out of it," Veronica said, trying to find a silver lining.
I chuckled sadly. "Pretty sure my dad was just arrested for murder."
"That gun wasn't there when we searched his trailer. Someone put it there after we left," Veronica explained, and I looked at Clary, who nodded in confirmation.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, feeling confused and overwhelmed.
Once my friends explained, we all rushed down to the station.
"Excuse me, sir. We need to see Sheriff Keller. There's been a huge mistake," Archie addressed the front desk lady, but Sheriff Keller was already walking past.
"Sheriff, we need to talk to you about FP Jones," Veronica stepped forward urgently.
"What about him?" Keller asked, his expression serious.
"He's innocent. He's being framed," Clary asserted, stepping closer.
"Then why did he just confess?" Keller questioned, his skepticism evident.
My dad, escorted by two guards, walked past us, handcuffed. He glanced at me with a mix of resignation and sadness.
Once he was gone, I couldn't help but turn to Clary, who hugged me tight, offering silent comfort in that moment of turmoil.
Clary stayed with me at Pops while everyone else went home. We sat in a booth, her head resting on my chest, my arm around her, enveloped in silence as we processed the night's tumultuous events.
"I slapped my mom," Clary suddenly broke the silence, and I couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Why?" I asked.
She looked up at me, her expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. "She's just so aggravating! I don't know what she has against FP, but it runs deep. It's like she took pleasure in this," she sighed heavily. "She took pleasure in Jason dying, in how much it hurt Cheryl. It's like she gets off on acting like she's better than everyone else in this messed up town."
"Where are you staying tonight?" she asked, shifting the conversation.
"The Andrews'. How about you?" I replied.
"I have to go home eventually," she replied with resignation.
She laid back down and then looked up at me through her lashes. "Do you want to stay with me tonight?"
"Alice would allow that?" I asked, genuinely surprised.
"I don't think she'll even notice by the time I sneak in," Clary rolled her eyes. "Clary... I don't think that tonight—" I started, but she cut me off with a giggle.
"Nothing is going to happen tonight, Jug. I just don't want you to be alone," she reassured me.
I took a moment to consider her offer. "Do you want me to stay with you tonight?" I finally asked, and she nodded slightly.
I leaned in, gently lifting her chin and kissing her deeply. As we kissed, a thought crossed my mind: how someone like Clary could ever like someone like me, I would never understand. How had she not run from me during all this?
