You Don't Know Me Jughead Jones | Jughead Jones

Chapter 14

Little Wooden Box

Sitting with Veronica, Betty, and Archie was a mistake. Archie read over the newspaper and it was all about Jughead's dad. I couldn't listen to it anymore.

"It's surreal, isn't it? How's Jughead doing?" Kevin asked as he makes his way into a between Betty and me.

"Not good..." Betty says, glancing at me then back down at the paper.

"He's not coming in today," Archie explains.

"Being grilled by your dad," Veronica adds.

"I mean it's his job, of course, he's going to ask jughead questions." Kevin retorts.

"Well, he's wasting his time because FP didn't kill Jason!" I say sternly. Although I didn't have proof, I knew he didn't do it. Although he wasn't a good man, I still believe he's an innocent one. Mainly for Jughead's sake.

"Hennessy, he confessed." Kevin tried to level with me.

"Maybe he was framed, or he's protecting someone!" I exclaim.

"My Mom says she saw him and Joaquin together!" Betty adds. Kevin gets really offended at Betty's remark but I couldn't help but tune them out.

Maybe FP was protecting someone, possibly a young serpent. Such as Joaquin. Maybe he has information that can be helpful for FP's case.

All of the sudden, everyone's attention turns to a certain part of the room. Kevin tries to make sure I don't turn around by distracting me with random questions, but I turn anyway. I see Jughead walking towards Cheryl's table. After news struck about FP killing Jason, people have been whispering about him and Jughead. The whole time, I keep my eyes on Cheryl, making sure she doesn't try anything stupid.

"I'm sorry, Cheryl..." he sighs. His voice was sad and apologetic. I haven't seen him in a few days, he looks horrible. He had dark bags under his eyes and his hair looked unkempt under that hat of his.

Cheryl quickly stands up and begins to walk over to him. I stand up out of instinct and feel someone tug on my hand, it was Betty. She gave me a look to comfort me, but all it did was anger me even more. I hear yelling and as I turn to see what happened, see Cheryl hitting Jughead in the chest. I run over and push her to the ground.

"Get off him, you bitch!" I scream and jump on top of her. I repeatedly throw punches left and right, something I've wanted to do for a long time. The anger I've had washed over me and took over my body as if I was possessed. I've been filled with this rage and hurt for a long time. I've been sick of the way Cheryl has treated me, the way Jughead and Betty did that behind my back. The people in this town or wrong a spiteful. I've never wanted to be somewhere else more in my life. Away from Riverdale.

Someone pulls me off of her and I fly in the air. I struggle and try to shake my way free. But the grip just got tighter. My face got hot and I was so frustrated, I felt a ball in my throat start to form. I felt cornered and beaten to an inch. My eyes began to form tears as my anger grew.

"Get the hell off me, Jughead!" I kick and scream. Jughead keeps his arms around me. I see Archie holding Cheryl back as she tries to get free.

"ENOUGH!" We turn to see Mr. Weatherbee yelling. We all paused at the moment.

"Mr. Jones and Mrs. Lynn, you two need to come with me." He gestures for us to come with him. He lets me go and I begin to walk away and wipe the tears off my face.

"Mr. Weatherbee, Jughead didn't do anything wrong," Archie says as he lets Cheryl go. She quickly hides her face, probably from the tears, and storms out of the cafeteria.

"Put your cape away, Archie. This is the kind of town we live in, where the rich don't have to pay for their actions and the others get stepped on in the process!" I yell, to make sure Cheryl heard the last part. I hear the door to the lunchroom slam shut. I glare at the door, then turn to walk out.

As Jughead and I walk down the hallway silently, I look at the spot where we had our first conversation. If only I could go back. Now Jughead is pissed at me. It's like me to fuck things up. Grayson said so, FP said so, hell even my mom said so. I would do anything to take back what happened, but I can't and it's killing me.

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After Weatherbee released me to go back to class, I walked straight past my 5th period US history class and to the student parking lot. I knew what I had to do to make things right with Jughead.

Joaquin and FP have been attached at the hip since Jason's disappearance. FP was one hundred percent covering for that boy. He would've never killed a child, especially not the son of someone as powerful and Clifford Blossom. I know Joaquin killed him, I don't know why but I have a strong and sneaky suspicion. It didn't take me long to get to the student parking lot. I looked for Joaquin's shitty little blue Toyota.

I found a rock and threw it into the window. Glass shattered everywhere and the car alarm instantly went off. I knew I had a limited amount of time. I reached my hand in unlocked it. I searched every inch of that car in the glove box, center consul, and the truck. I found nothing. Until I felt my hand hit something under the passenger seat. It was taped to the top of the seat. It was a key. It looked like a key to the local bowling alley. When I had my realization, I instantly ran away from school. I knew I was going to be in trouble but there was no time to worry about that. I'm so confident that this will have all the answers.

Arriving at the bowling alley, I didn't even pay attention to the person at the booth asking me why I'm not in school. I looked at the number on the key and found the locker. I braced myself for it not to work. But it did. I threw the lock on the floor and opened the locker immediately.

The locker had a small wooden box in it, and inside was a hard drive. This had all the answers on it. I was confident in it.