Blood of My Blood, Flesh of My Flesh (Bughead)

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Reggie sat on the wooden bench of the locker room, his gaze solely focused on Jordan Karan who was drying out his hair with a towel. A teammate was jabbering his ear off about some maneuver that Reggie had done flawlessly today, which was a shock he'd been able to do anything of note on the playing field. Reggie was surprised he could even still walk around without tripping on something, his mind so distracted by everything he'd been told.

The past few days had been enlightening to say the very least. Or crazy, however you prefer to see it.

Werewolves.

And he was supposed to help his family legacy by hunting them down and killing them.

He'd tried to argue it. Yes, it was annoying that Jordan had just swooped in and made it on the team, but if he was helping the win, was it really such a bad thing? Plus, he seemed alright. It was obvious he hated Chuck as much as Reggie did and he hung around fairly good people...

And yet, his family was advocating that he help them kill a minor.

He remembered his grandfather's weathered voice, "The only good werewolf is a dead one."

So he'd fumbled with his sureness, trying to find a solution.

"I mean, I can't be sure he's a werewolf. Maybe the Serpents accept anyone now?" He had suggested, having no solid proof that Jordan was a monster.

Yeah, he was good at football, but by that logic, Reggie should be a werewolf too. And he liked his burgers on the rare side, but so did Archie and Archie was too stupid to be a werewolf. But it wasn't like he'd ever seen Jordan turn and more than that, all of it seemed very made-up as it was.

So, he had to be sure.

"Wolves burn at silver," His father had said, "So, that's a sure-fire way to know."

Reggie had been ruminating on this for a bit now. There was silver in the school, but nothing pure enough to burn Jordan, if all of this was true. Which meant that Reggie needed to see another way, a test.

He had to be sure, 100%, and then some.

"Hey," Reggie said, standing, "Let's all go to Pop's," He suggested, "It was a hard workout today."

"Most of the team agreed immediately, as it wasn't uncommon to end up at their watering hole after a rough day. Archie, who looked a little pale, said he had to get home. Fine, Archie wasn't his main concern. Jordan, though, shook his head.

"Would love to man, but-,"

"Look, c'mon. I'll pay for the team. My treat." Reggie pressed. His father certainly had the money and if it helped figure out that the kid was a werewolf, he doubted they'd care.

"Well," Jordan said, crossing his arms, "I suppose I could...for a bit..."

Okay, that was step one, Reggie figured. Getting him there.

Pop greeted the team with a warm smile as they settled into the booth. Whenever the team came in, he made good money for the dinner rush. Reggie's eyes scanned the restaurant and he saw a bucket of silverware up near the trash bins. Silverware was silver, wasn't it?

Sure, most of the time one ate a burger with their hands, but he had an hour or two to try to see if Jordan would touch it.

They all ordered- burgers for the table- and Reggie waited until his order had arrived in its little plastic basket. Conveniently, Jordan was sitting on the edge of the booth.

"Hey, man, will you grab me a knife?" Reggie asked, "I like to cut my burger in half."

"Weirdo, but whatever," Jordan shrugged, agreeing much quicker than Reggie would think a werewolf would. Maybe he wasn't and his whole family should see a shrink. He was starting to doubt this himself, all things considered. It was crazy to believe in the first place.