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The next day Mila stood outside Riverdale High, leaning against her Motorcycle, She had told Jughead that she'd meet him at pop's for breakfast but she had something to do first. She smirked as she watched the Cherry Red Impala pull into a parking spot a little ways from her. The ignition cut and the door opened and the Redhead she needed to talk to slid out of the car. 

Mila made her way over slowly and Cheryl looked up shocked but gave the girl a smile. "M, what are you doing here? Did you transfer back?' Cheryl beamed. Mila gave a small smile and shook her head. 

"No, i just wanted to... talk." She smiled. Cheryl quirked and eyebrow and nodded, "Ypu know, last night you droned on and on about wanting the 'darkest chapter of your life' closed, and i have a way to close it or prolong it." She said her face falling. 

"M, i already said i can-" 

"But i'm telling you, Cheryl. Not asking. You're gonna help Fp." Mila smirked. 

"Or what?" The red head glared. 

"Or this gets released.' She said holding out a flash drive that hung from a silver chain. 

"And what exactly is that?" She asked unimpressed.

"This has everything you and mommy dearest are trying to cover up on it, The pictures of you and... you now who. And the video of your dad shooting Jason." Cheryl's face dropped at the brunettes words, "No closure on any end, or you can give a happy ending and everything gets sealed up in a nice, tidy bow and one it's way down Sweetwater river." 

"H=how did you get those? And i thought you guys gave the video to the Sheriff." She said nervously. 

"Mm, obviously not. And as for the pictures, i have my ways." Mila shrugged. "You know all it takes is for me to plug this thing into a computer and one click, Cher, just one."

"Is that a threat?" Cheryl glared. 

"No, it's a promise." Mila said tilting her head, "Think about it. Do you really want this floating around?" 

"And if i testify...."

"Like i said, it all goes with the current, lost forever. Or i can give it to you and you can do whatever the hell you want with it." Cheryl nodded and Mila smirked, "Oh! And Betty told me about you not letting the Vixens do retro night, their doing it. By the way." Mila smirked, walking back to her bike. 
Cheryl huffed as the brunette walked away, she knew Mila could be a bitch, she had just never experienced it. 

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Mila sat there with a small glare while she stared at Cheryl, making she did what she was supposed to. The chain was hooked to Mila's belt loop and Cheryl could easily see it. Jughead held onto her hand as his leg bounced up and down. 

"Ms. Blossom, you may proceed with you statement." The judge spoke. 

"Your Honor, i speak for myself and my mother when i say...." She looked down to Mila's lap and then sighed, "We forgive Fp Jones for the part he played in my brothers murder." Jughead sat up a little straighter and small smirk formed on Mila's lips. "We humbly as the court for leniency.  Fp's guilt has been highly blown out of proportion to cover for my father's suicide." Cheryl finished. 

"As much as i sympathize, i can't ignore the quality of Mr. Jones' crimes. There were no extenuating circumstances." Cheryl's eyes widened at the judge and she glanced at the brunette who had a frown. My looked down slightly and Cheryl gasped.