Comatose|| Jughead Jones

🔗Chapter 12🔗

'Honor. It's a word that gets thrown around a lot at Stonewall Prep.' 

Jughead Jones stood in front of Mr. Dupont and beside Bret who he had challenged to a duel of sorts. "Mr. Weston Wallis, you have been challenged to a duel by Mr. Jones, who has invoked arcane Stonewall Prep tradition. Do you accept?" 

Bret looked over to Jughead, a smug look on his face. "That'd be a yes." 

"Very good." Mr. Dupont nodded. 

"What about fencing?" Bret urged. 

Jughead gave to blonde a look, rolling his eyes. "Oh, can we just bare-knuckle brawl?" He scoffed. It was obvious in the division between the two. 

"May i suggest you do both." Dupont offered. "And in case of a tie-breaker-" 

"A battle of intellect." One of the girls butted in. 

"A chess match." Donna smirked. 

"Excellent." Dupont nodded. "Then it is settled. You may now choose a second for moral and tactical support." 

"I pick Jonathan." Bret said, looking over to his friend. 

"I'll choose Donna." He sighed. 

"And may the best man win."  Donna walked over to Jughead with a sigh. 

"I'm assuming you've never held a saber before." Donna hummed. "Lucky for you, I'm an excellent coach, and Bret is decidedly mediocre with a sword." She smiled. Jughead watched as Bret glanced over to them before walking out of the room. What had he gotten himself into?

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Mila walked into Riverdale High, second period in session. She had woken up late and decided that going to school late was better than not going. She tried to sneak her way towards her Caculas class, and she had almost made it too.
"Miss James." Mr. Honey called out. Mila let out a huff of air, stopping. 

"Mr. Honey." She greeted. 

"You're late. Again." He noted. She nodded slowly and sighed. "My office." 

The teen plopped down in the chair in Mr. Honey's office. "I'm glad i caught you, there's a few things i want to speak with you about." Mila nodded telling him to continue. "Are you familiar with Bret Wallis?" 

"Unfortunately." She huffed. He slid over an envelope the teen furrowing her brows. She opened it seeing a court ordered restraning order. 

"Apparently you 'Busted his head open with a golf club'" Mr. Honey quoted. 

Mila hummed nodding, "Yeah, i did do that." 

He made a face, moving on from the subject, "Now, regarding your absences and tardies, If this behavior continues, you will be banned from senior prom." Mila made a face, tilting her head, "Understood?"