❝I don't know what you went through, and I know we aren't going to go back to where we were for a long time, maybe even ever. But if I knew that you were about to go through the worst time of your life, I wouldn't have left. I swear.❞
Catherine Bell...
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↳ TWO WEEKS BEFORE HALLOWEEN
Oct. 17th ↵
Jughead and I were in the Blue and Gold headquarters, discussing the Jason Blossom case. In all honesty, I had zoned out and watched his lips move while he talked. My mom explained the case to me already since she'd been working on it, but I didn't want to cut Jughead off. He seemed really into the case and all of its details.
"Do you get it?" He asked, finally finished with connecting the strings on the murder board.
I tilted my head at the board. "I think I do." I hopped off of the table, to the board before pointing at a card that said "The Coopers."
"What does Betty's family have to do with anything?" I questioned, curious.
Jughead sighed, leaning against the table. He crossed his arms and said "Some files were stolen from the sheriff's office on the night when everyone went to the drive-in. Everyone was there besides her dad."
I raised my eyebrows, removing my finger from the card. "I can probably figure out if that's true or not."
"Can I ask how?"
"Sleepover at Betty's house. Just me and her doing girl things. I don't think her mom hates me yet," I smiled, a little cocky. Jughead rolled his eyes with a grin. "Besides. I'm hoping I can clear her name off of the board instead of cementing it on..."
"Sounds like a plan."
We turned to the doorway to find Betty in her Vixens uniform. She strutted in and came face to face with me.
"When do you want the sleepover?" She asked calmly.
"Whenever is good for you," I raised my chin a little.
"Saturday night it is," she gave a sharp nod, before looking at Jughead. "Meanwhile you can actually type out the newspaper."
"Looking forward to it," Jughead deadpanned.
Betty left the room, leaving Jughead and me alone once again. I turned to him, widening my eyes a little before letting out a deep breath.
"So... are you going to the party Friday night?" I asked, changing the subject.
He looked left to right, then behind him before pointing to himself. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were asking me if I was going to something called a party."
I smiled and sat next to him. "C'mon, Juggy. You gotta have fun in your teen years," I told him. "Adults always say that it all goes away so quickly. Besides, you'll be with me. It's not like you'll be going alone."
He sighed, giving in. "Where is it?" He asked, monotoned.
"Some kid named Reggie's place. A couple of the jocks invited me."
