𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐣𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. [2] HIATUS

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CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE WICKED AND THE DIVINE
WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT
seriously
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TO BE FRANK, SLOANE NEVER REALLY CARED FOR AUNT EVIE.

She's a senile old woman with rather racist tendencies, which is one of the many reasons Nancy cut ties. But Sloane didn't know where else to go. The rest of their family is made up of Blossom's and all of those are in or near Riverdale. Not that Sloane would want to stay with them anyway.

Her phone hasn't stopped buzzing since she left. Jughead, Veronica, Toni, Kevin, Cheryl, and Betty have been pestering her about where she is. But Sloane eventually decided to mute all of her text conversations after politely asking Veronica to pick up her homework. She couldn't bring herself to ask Betty.

It's an oddly independent experience to roam a place by yourself. Not to worry, Sloane has two pocket knives and a can of pepper spray on her at all times.

She has decided that when she goes home, she wants another tattoo. She adores the rose on her sternum and her Serpent tattoo--she can't wait for more. Toni certainly would be on board.

Currently, Sloane's shopping for a dress for Veronica's confirmation. Since she's heading home tomorrow, and there's not a ton of shopping opportunities in Riverdale, Sloane figured she'd take advantage of her time left.

She's in between dresses in the changing room when her phone rings. None of her friends had called her until now, so she hadn't even thought to silence it. Looking at the I.D., her heart drops into her stomach. She answers anyway.

"Hello?"

"Sloane, I need your help. I--I know the last time we talked wasn't great but I don't know who else to talk to about this. I mean, I talked to Betty a little bit and she help me with flyers but . . . "

Sloane frowns at his silence. "Jug?"

"I need you." She doesn't respond. "Please."

"I'm coming back tomorrow but I can come sooner if you need me to."

Jughead clears his throat. "No, yeah, that's fine. That's fine."

Sloane cracks a smile. "You seem to think I can't tell when you lie." He scoffs. "I'll be home in a few hours. I'll text you."

"You are a godsend, Sloane. Thank you."

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Sloane pulls up to Jughead's trailer right as FP comes storming out. She steps out of her car, calling to him. "FP? Are you alright?"

FP shakes his head, giving her a dark look. "Ask your boyfriend." He hops on his motorcycle and rides off.

Sloane walks into the trailer to find Jughead standing by the window with his back to her, clearly fuming. His hat is in the corner of the room, apparently having been thrown. "Jug?"

He turns around, seemingly shocked that she got home so fast. "It's only been three hours, how--" She pulls him into a hug and he quickly falls into it.

"I'll always run home to you, Hemingway." Sloane leans back and meets his eyes. "What's going on?"

Jughead snorts. "Where do I even start?"

"Well you're a writer. I'd think you would start at the beginning."

"Not all writers start at the beginning." He mutters with a half-hearted smirk.

"Stop beating around the bush. Tell me what's happening."

Jug drags a hand over his face, contemplating, before dropping his head onto her shoulder. "Well, Penny's back." Sloane stiffens. "Tall Boy brought her to fix this issue with a decapitated statue of Pickens and we're all taking the heat for it and Mayor McCoy is using that as reason to evict everyone in the trailer park and--"