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"i mean, let's think about it. if a kid at riverdale killed jason, it's not gonna be a jock right?" reggie said, chatting loudly to his posse in the student lounge. the jones siblings had been avoiding the core four for a few days now, and just laying low— mainly after what happened when they confronted archie. "no, let's be honest. isn't it always some spooky, scrawny, pathetic internet troll, who's too busy writing manifestos to get laid? some smug, moody, serial-killer-fanboy freak. like... jughead." reggie grinned, throwing his football to moose. "what was it like, suicide squad? when you shot jason?" jughead rolled his eyes, unbothered. "you didn't do stuff to the body, did you? you know, like, after?—"
jug crossed his arms. "it's called necrophilia, reggie. can you spell it?"
"you little—" reggie leapt up from the couch, getting ready to swing at my brother.
"hey, shut the hell up, reggie." archie interjected, pushing him away.
"what do you care, andrews?"
"nothing. just leave him alone."
"holy crap." reggie laughed. "did you and donnie darko kill him together? was it some sort of pervy blood-brother thing? what about you gracie? did you get involved aswell? get some of your fellow gang-members to cut off his fingers?"
after that one, archie shoved reggie again, making him push him back into the vending machine; the glass shattering and snacks spilling from their case. the boys stood up from their grapple, blood trickling out of reggie's nose, and archie's eye busted up and bruised.
"just leave him. he's not worth it." gracie laughed bitterly. "he's an attention-seeking, prick." it was unlike me to discourage violence, but surprisingly; i wasn't in the mood for trouble.
"oh, and gracie?" reggie called, just before we were about to leave the room. "nice ass."
jughead cursed and charged towards the mantle boy, but reggie was too fast and too strong and he pushed the beanied-brother against the wall.
gracie had to think fast before my brother got a face full of knuckles, so she pulled out the pocket knife she stored in her jacket pocke, gripping reggie by his collar, and holding the shiny blade up to his face. "get the fuck away from him, reginald. before i give you a matching accessory for that bloody nose."
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"to kick off this pep-rally, i'd like to hand it over to our every own mayor mc coy." principal weatherbee announced.
