Gray - 29

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a/n - thank you all for allowing this story to get 40,000 reads. you are all so amazing and i cannot thank you enough for all the support you give me. i hope you enjoy this chapter-

The smell of overapplied cologne was heavy in the Riverdale High Common Room as the noise of text notifications buzzed quietly under the loud voice of Reggie Mantle.

"And Sheriff Keller's grilling me, Mantle the Magnificent," the jock said, making Alice cringe at his blatant narcissism. 

"Cause I'd want Blossom dead," He said sarcastically, "When he was like, the only good quarterback we had."

Glad to know that the only reason you didn't murder Jason is because he could throw a ball decently, Alice thought.

"And speaking of offensive tight-ends, I should've sent the cops to you, Moose, because here's another unsolved mystery," Reggie continued, tossing his football in his hands, "What exactly were you and Kevin doing at the river? Or does being with the Sheriff's son give you a pass? Keller?"

Kevin's jaw clenched slightly, obviously trying to restrain himself from doing something rash when Betty spoke.

"Reggie's just being a blowhard, Kev," She told him quietly.

"I don't care what he says," Kevin told her.

And those few blissful seconds in which Reggie were quiet sadly came to an end as he spoke once more.

"I mean, let's think about it. If a kid at Riverdale killed Jason, it's not going to be a jock, right?" Reggie asked rhetorically as he threw his football to Dylan, who sat across the room.

"Now, let's be honest. Isn't it always some spooky, scrawny, pathetic internet troll who's too busy writing his manifestos to get laid?"

Jughead Jones was leaning against the wall near the vending machine, his indifferent attitude making him appear unbothered as Reggie continued to speak. Alice, on the other hand, was not as uncaring, for the girl had a particular dislike for the narcissistic jock.

"Some smug, moody, serial killer fanboy freak, like Jughead?" Reggie said in an announcer-like voice as his words echoed throughout the common room. Reggie laughed at his own joke, before continuing again.

"What was it like, Suicide Squad?" Reggie asked, smirking, "When you shot Jason?"

"Fuck off, Reggie," Alice said, annoyed.

"You didn't... do stuff to the body, right? Like, after?" Reggie continued, ignoring Alice.

"It's called necrophilia, Reggie?" Jughead responded calmly, much to Reggie's annoyance. "Can you spell it?"

"Come here, you little-" Reggie started, jumping up from his seat.

"Hey, shut the hell up Reggie." Archie said, blocking him.

"Boys?" Veronica asked, noticing the commotion.

"What do you care, Andrews?" Reggie asked.

"Nothing, just leave him alone," responded Archie as he defended Jughead. 

At this point, Alice was extremely annoyed. Reggie was absolutely asking for it.

"Holy crap," Reggie said with a gasp, as though he had just realized something amazing, "Did you and Donnie Darko kill him together? Was it some sort of pervy, blood brother thing?"

"Just shut up, Reggie," Alice said sharply.

But before Reggie could respond, Archie shoved him backwards. In an instant, Reggie had pushed Archie into the vending machine, shattering the glass everywhere. Betty gasped, as Kevin left the room, going to find a teacher. The boys were throwing punches wildly, as people tried to pull them apart. But then, in one swift punch, Archie was knocked to the floor.


Twenty minutes later, the novelist was allowed to leave for the day, and the two varsity football players were still in Mr. Weatherbee's office as they told their sides of the story. 

As Jughead left the office, he was a bit surprised to see Alice lingering by her locker as the number of students in the hallway dwindled. 

"Hey," she said, "What happened?"

He looked indifferent, as though the outcome didn't matter, before saying, "Reggie's getting suspended,"

She nodded, figuring that would probably happen. A short silence fell between the two, before she spoke again. 

"Do you want to go do something? We could go to Pop's, if you want," She asked casually.

He smiled, although slightly confused, before asking, "Don't you have class?"

"I'm skipping," she shrugged, as though it were no big deal, even though he knew she was not one to normally skip class.

"I'm up for a trip to Pop's," he told her, before pausing slightly. 

"Something you want to say?" She inquired, seeing the way he paused, as though his thought was incomplete.

"It's nothing, I just... wanted to say thanks. For defending me, back in the common room," He said. "You didn't have to do that, but you did, so thank you."

"Of course I had to do that, Jones," she said, like it was obvious, "That's what friends are for."

"Are we friends?" He asked suddenly.

"I mean, I hope so," she said, laughing lightly as she spoke.

"Pretty sure friends don't call each other by their last names."

"I think you're right about that, Jughead."

The two teens smiled at each other, and so as the two teens left the school in search of the small town's diner, the novelist felt as though everything was as it appeared. To anyone looking in, it would have seemed as though there were two people leaving that building. He was there and could tell you that, for once, he felt as though he truly was there. 

-omg so i hyped this chapter to high, like this chapter was hyped up higher than reggie's ego, and i literally started writing it as 5 something pm. I have just now finished it as 11:43 pm.-


-qotd: how are you?-

-aotd: i'm really tired, it's almost midnight and i feel v exhausted-

- i'm still freaking out this story is so :/ how did it get 40k reads-

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