"I swear in that little moment, a match was lit."
[RIVERDALE: BETTY & JUGHEAD FANFIC]
SEASON ONE ONLY
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chapter thirty-one: high
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WE DIDN'T bother going to next period. Honestly we didn't really even bother to returning back to class. We just sat in the clustered computer room, staring down at our hands as our brains went to work.
Cheryl had left a while ago, her words no longer relevant to our needs. She had spoken her peace, told us the truth, but she knows as well as we do that she isn't our friend in this situation. She fully admitted to taking part in the incident, admitted to my face that she snaked some sort of drug into my drink.
The two of us were at a lost, and seeing as we can usually accomplish anything when we put our heads together, that was saying a lot.
While I sit staring at my hands, I make a mental list of all the facts we know for certain, just like I were to do when writing an article.
1. I was drugged
2. Penelope and Clifford Blossom kidnapped me
3. Cheryl was forced by her parents to help them
There could be a great chance that Cheryl was lying, but there's an even greater chance that her parents committed a crime.
"What do you want to do?" Jughead finally speaks, his voice cracking since we've been silent for so long.
I glance up at him, my green eyes meeting his leafy green ones. His face is so genuine, so pure that I find myself wanting to just take two giant strides across this tiny room and engulf him in a hug. The only thing stopping me is the incessant reminder in the back of my mind of what happened that night. Now we have to decide what to do about it.
"I don't know." I whisper, breaking my stare.
I know deep down the answer is so obvious, but at the same time it's much more complicated. If you're kidnapped, you report it to the police- plain and simple. However, this felt like something different. This felt personal, and it felt like we were missing parts of the story.
If there's one thing I hate, it's drawing conclusions when I don't know the full story.
When Jughead doesn't answer, I lift my head frightfully, expecting him to give me some sort of disapproving look but instead he stares at me with open ears, his expression soft. "We have two options," He stands, taking a step towards me. "We can tell Sheriff Keller, provide him with all our evidence and ask Cheryl to be a witness-"
"She'll never agree to that." I mutter, but Jughead only holds up a finger to politely silence me as he continues speaking.
"Or, we keep this to ourselves until we know more." Jughead explains. "Whatever you choose Betty, both options end up with us telling someone."
