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ANTOINETTE
I WATCHED IN SHOCK as my best friend got taken away in handcuffs. There's no doubt that they'll send her right to jail because of what they're sentencing her for.
"DRE CALL, DAD!" Nova yelled as she got dragged out of the Wyrm by the sheriff and a few other cops. Deandre must've already been on the phone with someone because he and Kingsley left to the back of the bar, where it was silent.
"What the fuck just happened?!" Sweet Pea asked frantically while coming over to the bar with fangs and Jughead.
"Nova got arrested for attempted murder," I said, still in shock, staring, trying to wipe down the bar from the drink that was spilled.
"For WHO?" They asked in shock
"Betty," Kingsley said, coming back to the bar still on his phone, texting rapidly.
"Well, we have to get her out!" Sweetpea says franticly
Kingsley rolled his eyes, "Nigga chill, this isn't the first time Nova's been in jail; we got this covered."
"How many times has this happened?" my eyes widened. He shrugged, "Less than a hundred and more than 50."
We all look at eachother in disbelief, the worst we've ever been with the law is getting held over night but jail? Hell no, couldn't be me.
Deandre came back from his outside phone call, sighing as I sat on one of the bar stools. "Anything?" Kingsley asked, looking up at Deandre.
Deandre nodded, "he said to give it about a week, and she'll be out."
"A week?!" Sweet Pea yelled with frustration and impatience. These past couple weeks have been hard for him, losing Nova as a girlfriend because of Betty and now losing her completely.
But honestly, most of it was his fault.
Kingsley looked at Sweet Pea, annoyed, "Can you shut the fuck up, gah damn. She doesn't even like your ass anyways. Her going to jail isn't gonna change that."
NOVIAIA
I was cuffed in the back seat of the police car on my watch to the station for some shit I didn't even do. 'Arrested for attempted murder'
Attempted murder my ass.
If it was me, ain't shit attempted, it would have been murder, period, but whatever. As I looked out the cruiser's window with my hands behind my back I noticed we drove straight past the police station.
Bitch, what the fuck?
"Uhm, did you forget the way to the station? Cause this definitely isn't it," I said to the sheriff, who was focused on the road.
Without looking up at me through the mirror, he said, "Im taking you to a low-security jail. You're guilty until proven innocent."
Now, tell me how that makes sense. Deadass, I'm real fucking confused, "...I thought it was you're innocent until proven guilty?" I questioned, looking at him confused.
"That's now how we do things here in Riverdale," He says, taking a small glance at me and then back to the road.
"Not surprised. Yall stay ass backwards here.." I mumbled, looking back out of the window, watching nothing but trees pass by cause we're deadass in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. "If I'm gonna be in here for a while, can we at least listen to some music?" I ask, still looking out of the window. With the grace of god he turned on the radio and i listened to country the whole way to the jail.
Once we pulled up to my new home for the week, I noticed how ugly it was. Yes, I know jails aren't supposed to be cute and pretty, but all of the ones I've been to at least kept the shit looking presentable on the outside and in. This one looks like it was built in 50 B.C, with vines all over the side of the building, a 12-foot barbwire fence that looks like it would cut you before you could even touch it, and four watch towers that looked like it was going down if there was ever a hurricane.
"Come on," Sherrif Keller said, getting out of the car. "Oh yeah, let me open the door real quick with my hands behind my back." I rolled my eyes.
The sheriff came to my door, opening it for me whilst pulling me out harshly, almost making me trip.
"Can you walk any faster?" The pencil-built sheriff asked me. Once again, I rolled my eyes, walking into the jail. I can say the inside was better looking than the outside. For a jail, it was standard, regular degular shit.
Dumbass led me to some room where a tall, muscular man was, "Here, she's your responsibility now."
I side-eyed him as he said this, "She's got a mouth on her too," he added before leaving me with this man who looked like he worked out three times a day every day.
"You got a mouth, huh?" The man smirked, trying to be intimidating.
I shrugged, looking up at him, "Doesn't everyone?" This made him chuckle a little before leading me to a smaller room where they did my mug shot, fingerprint, and all that typical stuff. After that, I got handed a jumpsuit and led to a room down the hall with a glass door.
"Go in there and change; I'll be out here when you're done," He says. I look at the door and then at him, "Y'all don't have a female officer."
This made him roll his eyes and give me a look like 'Bitch if you don't go change'. Sighing I went into the room, closing the very see through door and started to strip all the way to my underwear then putting on the jumpsuit that they give me. The uniforms weren't orange like most; they were black and had a number on the chest like a name tag.
I was inmate 000978. How fun
As i finished putting on everything i realized that my uniform was too small. Most of them are supposed to be baggy, but mine was fitted too. Got me looking like one of those Halloween thots that want to be a sexy prisoner.
"Aye, tall guy!" I yelled at him through the glass door. He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow, "What?"
"Can I have a bigger size? This one is too small," I ask, slightly annoyed. He analyzed my body for a minute before saying.
"Looks fine to me. Come on." taking my clothes and leading me to the jail cells all the way down the hall, three turns to the left, down some stairs, to the right, and up. My cell was on the second floor and surprisingly i had it all to myself..
