𝔸𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕕𝕖 | 𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [Riverdale] ¹

[CHAPTER TEN]

././𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓭/./.

Weekdays, from 8:25 a.m. to 3:01 p.m., we adhere to a strict regimen, everything in our lives controlled. But then something like the murder of Jason Blossom happens, and you realize there is no such thing as control. There is only chaos. Nevertheless, some of us strive to impose and maintain order, in what is fundamentally, an orderless world. A fact which would very soon be confirmed, in ways none of us could have foreseen.

"Veronica, there's something we need to talk to you about," Betty softly told V while Archie and I split a container fruit, that he brought for breakfast.

"Bring it. After the morning I've had, I'm ready for just about anything." Veronica sighed, putting down her coffee. I wanted to ask what was wrong but was worried I would be prying into her personal life.

"Okay. While Archie was with the Blossoms while their board was in town, he, um... why don't you tell her? You were there." I look at Archie not wanting to be the one to see that sad look on her face.

"Why is this suddenly feeling like a friend-tervention?" Veronica jokes.

"I overheard Mr. Blossom say he's the one responsible for your dad being arrested and put in jail," Archie quickly says while Veronica's face melts into that of disgust. "Are you kidding? Why the hell would Clifford Blossom have anything to do with why he's in prison?"

I shrug my shoulders, watching as Veronica tries to digest the new information about her father.

The bell rang, and we all began walking to our next class. Betty and I were taking a journalism course, "Hey, don't forget it's Jughead's birthday," Archie said, walking with us.

"I completely spaced," I facepalm myself, feeling horrible about forgetting my boyfriend's birthday. I knew how much he hated celebrating it, and I guess I just got used to not doing anything.

"What?" Betty smiles, "Jughead's birthday, why didn't he say anything?"

"It's tomorrow. And he doesn't like making a big deal out of it. Every year, he does to a double feature at the Bijou. It's like this tradition. Last few years, I've been his movie-buddy. But now that he is with you..."

"Arch, I am sure he would still love to have you come with us," I tell him.

"No, I don't wanna be the third wheel," Archie shakes his head. While I nudge him in the shoulder, "Oh, come on. Nothing's changed, it's still like old times. Betty will come too," I look at Betty, hoping she isn't busy.

Betty nods," The Four Musketeers."

"Awesome," Archie says before walking away from us while Betty turns to me with a smile.

"We should have a party, and you should invite Mr. Jones."

I scoff, "Juggie hates parties. He's never had one."