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Afterfall

"- This is a request someone sent me and I finally getting to it.-"

Ever since Jughead Jones left Stonewall after they tried to kill him his load for school started to pile up. He was happy to be back home with his dad and away from the dangers of Stonewall. Donna, Brett were all arrested. Expect for Francis Dupont he decided at the last second to jump from the window and fall to his death. Jughead returned to Riverdale high, but only Mr. Honey said he could only graduate if he loaded up on his studies.

"You can't be serious?" He asked Principal Honey as he looked down at the binder he was given. "I can't do all this before graduation."

Principal Honey sighs." I'm sorry, Mr. Jones but this is the only way for you graduate with your class. If you fail to complete, you'll have to go to Summer school or, I'm afraid you'll have to repeat your senior year."

When Jughead got home from school that afternoon. He threw himself onto Betty's and his bed with a loud groan of frustration. How was he supposed to finish all this before the day he's supposed to graduate? He wasn't sure but as he sat up, pulled out his laptop and began cramming.

Meanwhile FP had found a new job after quitting due to Hiram trying to fire him at his son's fake funeral. With his new job, he was very preoccupied at work so he wasn't home as much.

Alice's documentary about Stonewall Prep gained a lot of views. She was doing very well with work. Alice was in the kitchen when Jughead came downstairs. It was the next day and Jughead hadn't slept at all. He was up all night doing his math homework, then after that he started his environmental project. He didn't even realize what time it was until his alarm went off.

"Jughead, would you like some breakfast?" Alice greeted, flipping the flapjack onto the plate and saw him shake his head.

"No. thanks, Ms. Smith. I'll just get something on the way." Jughead lied, throwing his backpack over his shoulder and heading for the door.

Alice sighed in disappointment, watching Jughead slip through the door. She had noticed Jughead's bedroom light was on at 3 this morning. She saw his eyes. The bags were very clear under his eyelids. He looked like he didn't sleep at all. She started to feel like she should check up on him. That's what she's going to do when he gets off of school.

Over the next few weeks, Jughead's stress levels were higher than before. One night after a long day he opened his door, throwing his backpack on the ground. For a second he looked at himself in Betty's vanity mirror. He could see how awful he looked. Betty and Veronica began asking questions. Of course he lied to them. Today his teacher gave him 1,300 word essay to write and it was due in two days. With him focusing on school, it was becoming very overwhelming. He couldn't keep it up.

Alice and Jughead were all alone for the night, Betty was at Veronica's for a sleepover with Cheryl and Toni, FP's at Andrews Construction helping Tom Keller with a clients order and wasn't going to home tonight.

"Jug?" She knocked on the door. Receiving no answer, Alice turned the knob on the door. When the door flung open, Alice's eyes filled with worry. "Jughead, are you okay? You don't look so good." She took in his pale features as she strolled further into the room.

Jughead stood up from the desk." Uh... I don't fe..." He didn't finish his sentence and his eyes grew heavy.

Alice watched in horror as Jughead fell to the ground, shaking and his eyes started to roll back in his head. "JUGHEAD!" She screamed, heart pounding in her chest.

She quickly got down to her knees, moving the desk chair from behind him as he convulses. His body is flailing around as she reaches for her phone to call 9-1-1.