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It was something from one of Margo's nightmares. Still in her dress from the dance, she, once again, stood next to Mitch on the shore of Sweetwater River. Her father wasn't with them this time, he wouldn't wake up when they got the harried calls. Cheryl first called Margo, but when the girl refused to answer as she thought it was about the party earlier in the night, she called Mitch. It was then that Kevin called Margo and the two sprung into action.
Part of Margo hoped that the police who were looking for Jason wouldn't find the body the first time. While she told herself that she thought that for Cheryl and the Blossom's sakes, the truth was because she couldn't face the undeniable fact that he was dead. Drowned in the cold, unforgiving water. No longer her friend but a mere body like any other. No longer a person, but a thing.
She could see Betty standing with her parents on the edge of the river, and Archie with his father. She didn't know what was going on with them, but she still felt mad at Archie. She could barely look at Veronica, who stood farther back on the bank with her mother, who clearly didn't seem comfortable.
Cheryl was more heartbroken than the first time, knowing that her brother was really dead. She, like everyone, Margo thought, hoped that somehow Jason survived.
The only thing Margo could think about as the morning light began to filter through the trees which stood around them, was that Jason was shot. Either Cheryl had lied, or Jason survived, for how long, it was unknown until the coroner performed his procedure.
Parents pulled their children close, and Mitch hugged Margo tight, surrounding her with warmth.
"Don't die, I don't know what I would do without you," Mitch said.
"Right back at you." Margo tried to smile, but she couldn't will herself to.
"Let's get home, Marg. We have school tomorrow and I don't feel like fighting with Wilson today."
"I'll be right there." She walked over to where Cheryl was standing and bit her tongue. "Cheryl, if you need anything, you know I'm always here." While she was mad a Cheryl, she knew she had to put that aside, for the time being at least.
"Thanks, Margo. I'll tell you if I need anything." She then walked over the Betty, standing a few paces away. Betty, still in her pink dress under a denim jacket, was standing with her parents, a look of sadness on her face, in contrary of the look of grim satisfaction on her mother's face.
"Betty, are you okay?" Margo asked it in a low tone, not sure how much Hal and Alice knew about what happened. Betty nodded and pulled her in for a hug.
"Pop's at noon?" She whispered so her parents wouldn't hear. Margo slightly nodded her head, before pulling from her grasp and heading to where Mitch was waiting by the car which he borrowed without permission from their father.
"Sorry about that," she muttered, while swinging into her seat.
"No problem. I forget you were popular," he smirked and dodged her punch, before starting the car and driving home, unknowingly going to face the horror which is Wilson Owens.
