Another murder (Riverdale)

Part 3

Jughead PoV:

Pulling Betty into a hug , my mind begins to flick through the possible suspects to the murder. As much as I hated to admit it to myself, Kevin's main aspect was probably the fact he was well known as gay. Given the conflict in riverdale some of the first people to come to mind are my own, the serpents.

Archie PoV:

"He's really gone.." Veronica sighs into my shoulder and I nod slowly sliding my hand around her waist.
"I feel sick.." she says looking up at me, her face much whiter then usual. I nod,
"Me and Ronnie are gonna head back" I state, looking over at jughead and Betty.
Jug nods and Betty pls away to force a weak smile in my direction.
"Are you sure that's okay Betty?" I ask, concern filling my words as I make eye contact.
"Yes, arch, of course. Just stay safe.." she answers.
"You too" I smile slightly before taking ronnies hand and heading back up to the car.

I open the door and let Veronica climb into the passenger seat before walking round to get to the drivers.

Betty's PoV:

I lean my back against a tree, my head still resting on jugheads shoulder. I mostly feel empty, like my emotions have left, like Kevin was my emotions, but I do have one feeling left. Anger. And although the feelings week, it's there. I want to know who did it. And I want them to pay. Not just get arrested or beat up or threatened, I want them to suffer like he did.

Kevin drowned and that's not a quick or peaceful death, it's the opposite. And for that somebody should feel the pain they caused. For once I don't care how dark I sound, how much of my head is fuelled by "dark Betty", this was different. This was personal.

"Betty?!" I snap out of my thoughts as hug shakes me.
"Sorry.." I mutter closing my eyes.
"You looked as if you were about to stab somebody. You okay?" He asks putting his arm around my shoulders.
"Yeah.." I lie. I really could stab somebody.
"We have to find out who did it jug.." I open my eyes to look into his. He looks back and I can read the half disbelief on his face at my words. Words he probably saw coming just not so soon.
"As much as I know I should be a- good boy friend or whatever.. I've been thinking that too" he reply's to my relief and I wrap my arm around him. His warmth almost puts me at ease if it weren't for the haunting thoughts in my head about my best friends sudden death.

"We're gonna fund them Betty. I swear."