Jokes On You (Veronica Lodge)

Chapter 5

Queenie went straight into her room once we got home from Pop's and I haven't heard a word out of her since. I knew Jason's death was going to take a toll on her, they were extremely close. I knew the plan, God I even helped set the plan up with F.P. We were the only ones who knew where the stuff was, so who intercepted Jason? Who knew where Cheryl would put him? Who knew, besides us, where the car Jason was going to would be? Did they intercept Jason before he made it to the car?

That was something, I had to know. If Jason had gotten to the car and got intercepted only one man would know where to catch him, but if Jason didn't make it to the car, well then who got him? I changed clothes and grabbed my head phones before heading out. I had to go check the car. I have to see if he would do that.

I leave the building and run heading in the direction of the car. God, for his sake I hope I find that car. I reach the river, and right before I decide to run around it, I hear sobs. Who would be crying here? The Serpent in me says I need to make sure that car is here, but the nice guy in me says I need to check on whoever is crying.

Instead of heading towards the car like I should be, I head toward whoever is crying. This better be worth my damn time. That car is my one clue at who killed Jason. My only way of actually helping, and I'm about to completely ignore it to help this person. I didn't have to go far to actually find the person who was crying. A few feet into the forest there sat Cheryl Blossom, emotionless bitch, crying her eyes out.

Cheryl was the last person I would have suspected to be crying in the middle of the forest, but she should've been the first. She just found out that whatever plan Jason had, didn't work. She was probably just like Queenie sitting at home waiting for Jason's call that never came.

"Are you okay?" I ask stepping out to where Cheryl could see me. She cleaned up her tears real quick. I'm probably the last person she would want to catch her crying.

"What do you want?" Cheryl asked venomously. She was defending herself.

"Why are you out here alone?" I ask avoiding her question like she avoided mine. She rolled her eyes at me.

"Seriously Joker, what do you want?" Cheryl asked the venom gone. She sounded broken, like somebody destroyed her.

"I'm here to see if you're okay. You're crying in the middle of the forest." I say walking toward where she was sitting. I sit down next to her and she scoots away. "You don't have to talk to me, we could just sit here, or we could go to Pop's and drink a milkshake. It's whatever you want Cheryl, but I'm not leaving you alone in the forest." I say staring at the trees in front of us. Cheryl didn't respond she just looked out.

We sat like that for a little while. It wasn't comfortable like Jughead and Queenie silences, but it wasn't something awful. We aren't friends, so I understand Cheryl not wanting to share her sob stories with me, but I want her to know someone is here.

Cheryl always had her minions following her around, so it's hard to picture her alone, but she is. They're not there all the time, hell they're not there half the time. Cheryl is alone, and for some reason I want to help her.

"Why are you checking on me? I thought I was worse than a Serpent." Cheryl said her feelings clearly hurt by what I said a few nights ago.

"That night you were, but not today. Today you're a girl who needs a friend." I state leaning back a bit. I silently hope I don't fall, because if I do I'll look like a clumsy idiot to Cheryl.

"You and I aren't friends" Cheryl informed me. Woah, really? I never would have known.

"No we aren't, but I'm just as close to you as anyone else is." I state. Cheryl looked at me angry. I guess nobody really points anything out to her.