Smokestacks - Jughead Jones [1] ✔

Chapter Fifteen

SMOKESTACKS

CHAPTER | FIFTEEN

He hadn't answered her calls that morning.

Savannah had begged Piper to take them into school early that morning and despite the blonde's protests, she still found herself roaming the halls a half hour before the bell would ring.

She sought out the Blue and Gold newspaper room, tossing her bag down on one of the desks with a sigh. Having searched the rest of the school for him, she'd relented, deciding to wait for him to find her.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket and Savannah pulled it out, relieved to see that she had a text from him, Jughead.

Where are you? Saw Piper in the hallway. - J.

She smiled softly and quickly shot back a reply, only to look up and find a horrific sight.

Principal Weatherbee and Sheriff Keller were stood by the door, the latter's eyes were locked onto their murder board. She swallowed thickly.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes." Principal Weatherbee responded coolly, the two of them moving further into the room, the Sheriff inspecting their board further. "Where is Mr. Jones?"

"Why?" Savannah couldn't help but ask, almost rudely.

The Principal looked at her in disappointment, but the Sheriff responded. "That's none of your concern, Miss. Clarke."

Savannah glared at the man, her eyes flittering across their murder board. Did it look suspicious? Of course it did.

"Awfully interested over there, Sheriff."

"Miss. Clarke!" The Principal said firmly, his eyes full of warning.

The Sheriff looked at the girl over his shoulder, "My own board was just like this."

"Hmm." The girl murmured thoughtfully, "Guess Keller's think alike."

Sheriff Keller frowned at her, before back at the board, knowing that he had been involved in their detective work. "Someone broke into my house and stole the evidence. Wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"

Savannah slid further back onto the table, crossing her legs and resting her elbows atop her jean-clad thighs. "If I did, it would be right there on that board."

The Sheriff turned away from the board, moving a few steps closer to her. "You were close to Jason Blossom, weren't you?"

Savannah smiled sweetly, "Should I get a lawyer, Sheriff?"

It was at that moment that Jughead appeared at the door, throwing down his own bag and assessing the situation with a pit in his stomach. "Hey." He greeted the three. "What's up?"

"I'm gonna need you to come down to the station with me." The Sheriff said to him, casting a glance back at the enraged girl.

"Based on what evidence?" She cried, jumping down from the desk.

"Miss. Clarke!" Principal Weatherbee snapped, his eyes alight with anger. "My office."

Savannah's eyes narrowed, but she picked up her bag all the same. As she passed by Jughead, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, leaving the room with the Principal hot on her tail.

She could tell that everyone was staring at her and Principal Weatherbee as they passed, but the attention would shift when they saw Jughead and Sheriff Keller leaving the school. He'd asked Betty and Archie to call his dad, and without another word, he was gone.