Ugg sorry for the long wait y'all. My old computer basically committed suicide (I mean, it was 9 years old, far past its time) so I had to wait until my bday to get my shiny new computer. It's so fast and lasts so much longer and my GOD I'm not sure how I waited so long for this guy? But point is, I'm back! And we have a really good chapter, that will be followed up by an AMAZING chapter, literally the one that I'm so excited to post!
Song for this chapter is Everyday is Halloween by Ministry!
"Attempting to burn down Riverdale Elementary school," Keller read off the sheet, looking up at Jughead who sat, stony-faced in the chair across from him. Jughead locked his jaw. There had been nothing more embarrassing than being hauled out in front of the school by Kevin's dad, Sheriff or not. It was like he was trying to make a statement, though Jughead didn't know what.
"I was playing with matches. That's a pretty tenuous connection for a Sheriff," Jughead replied in a cool tone. This whole thing was reductions, "And really, you think I knocked myself out to get you off the trail? I'm not that committed to anything in life but food."
"We're just exploring all avenues, Jughead."
"Will you be talking to Sweet Pea next? He's a criminal too and probably a better scapegoat than I am." Jughead couldn't help but snark, "If you're going to ignore both of our near-death experiences."
"Now, son-,"
"I'm not your son." Jughead snapped.
"Well, I've looked at your school records. Lots of fights. Bullied." He said lightly.
"If you've looked at my records, you know my real name is Forsyth's and my nickname is Jughead. Kids are assholes." Jughead slumped, crossing his arms.
"Especially the football team?"
Jughead scowled, trying not to recall the likes of Chuck or his cronies, but apparently did a poor job.
"I can only assume that included Jason Blossom-," Keller continued.
"Jason was always kind." Jughead cut in, "You're reaching, sir." He mocked.
"Look, how about this. You tell me where you were week of July 11th. I'm sure it's not too much for a jury to imagine a kid raised on the wrong sides of the tracks, bullied, lashed out... and-,"
"Fuck you," Jughead snapped, knowing he should have bottled his temper.
Keller sat back.
"Fine. We can hold you for 24 hours." He said simply.
"I want a lawyer," Jughead demanded.
"Sure, sure, kid. Of course, your dad-,"
"My dad?" Jughead looked at Keller like he was crazy, "I told Betty to get Mr. Andrews. My dad probably has no idea."
"We tried to call him."
Jughead gave a self-pitying smirk, "I'm guessing you couldn't reach him? Don't get too upset. You'll feel it too often with him."
Keller looked at Jughead, shaking his head, "You really think your pop won't come?"
"Honestly?" Jughead shrugged, "He's never done anything for me before. Why start now? Doubt he cares. I'd be less surprised if pigs flew."
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Sweet Pea panted, racing into the trailer park. He grabbed a passing wolf, Darkon, trying to catch his breath.
"Where's FP?"
"He's with Tall Boy near the river. Why-,"
Sweet Pea was off.
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