MR. & MRS. JONES
Betty and Jughead, the most dangerous love story ever told.
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Chapter One: The Beginning of the End
COOPER
Footsteps echoed through the hallways, joyous laughs following the sound of heels clashing against the marble floor. Veronica Lodge and I have been best friends for as long as we could remember, and as the years went by, our friendship has remained constant. Nothing came between us—we are inseparable, much like sisters with different mothers.
Our mothers, like us, were the best of friends—kindred spirits since the day they first met. I figured that was the reason behind my friendship with Veronica. Ever since the Lodges moved back to Riverdale from New York City, which was a few months after our birth, our families spent a lot of time together and we grew closer to each other up to the point where we can't spend a day without feeling each other's presence.
"I'm so glad we left that stupid dance!" Veronica spoke, her lips curved into a wide grin as we jogged down the hall, hands intertwined. "My date was such a complete asshole. I can't believe he ditched me to go hit on Cheryl!" she scoffed lightly, turning her head to look at me as we started slowing down, pushing open the doors of Riverdale High. We stepped out into the darkness of the night, letting the cold breeze brush past us, raising goosebumps on our skins.
"If he thinks that Cheryl is better than you, then he's a...a dumb jerk!" I replied, my mind cringing at my choice of words. Unlike many kids at my age, I hated curse words. The perfect girl instilled by my mother in me whines at every dirty word that leaves my lips, and dumb jerk are two of those words that my mother wouldn't want in my vocabulary.
"Trust me, B, I know he is." Veronica rolled her eyes as she headed straight for the passenger seat of my car. I dug for the keys as I walked to the opposite side of the car while the raven girl reached down into her purse to grab her phone. "Kevin's asking us to meet him at Pop's, you think your mom will be okay with you being out this late at night?"
Well, no.
It was already past midnight the last time I stole a glance at the clock in one of the hallways at school—I was supposed to be home at least thirty minutes ago. It's a miracle that my mom hasn't blown up my phone with calls and texts yet, demanding for me to come home or she'll ground me for a few more weeks. Besides that, she will never miss an opportunity to remind me of the rules that we Cooper girls have to follow.
Always be early, not on time and certainly not late.
Don't come home late at night.
Straight A's or don't bother coming home at all.
No boys, unless it's someone that Alice Cooper approves of (and so far, no one has left a good impression on her).
"I'll just tell her that i'm gonna grab some snacks with you. She'll be fine with that." I shrugged and climbed into the driver's seat, letting out a breath of relief as I let my feet rest for a minute. They were worn out from dancing—the men of Riverdale High would never pass up an opportunity to dance with Riverdale's loveliest girls, and apparently, according to Cheryl Blossom and all the other students in school, Veronica and I belong in that category.
It's shocking to know that Veronica would get less guys than I do, and after asking her about it, she did admit that she'd rather let people see the sassy and feisty side of her so that they'd know who they'll be messing with if they screwed up. She's very much aware that she comes off as an intimidating person, and that some guys are too afraid of getting turned down by her.
I, on the other hand, was the approachable one between the two of us. I'm not self-proclaimed, but I've heard a lot of people label me as the resident good girl, Riverdale's very own hitchcock blonde. Sure, there are guys who would get nervous around me, but they're not as afraid of me as they are of Veronica.
"Well, your mom does trust me." She typed a quick reply to Kevin's text before scrolling through her notifications. "You're basically like her third daughter." I muttered, starting the engine of the car, letting it roar to life.
"Speaking of your mother's daughters," Once Veronica had set her phone aside, slipping it back into her purse, she put her seatbelt on. "Do you have any news on polly?" I drove out of the parking lot, easily driving into the main road since there were little to no cars at this time of the night.
"She's doing good, I guess." Polly is my older sister. No one knows exactly why she moved away from town—maybe she wanted to get away from all this, or maybe she wanted a fresh start. Everyone just assumed that she left this town and moved some place else for college and to straighten the path her life will take.
"Well that's...news." She awkwardly spoke as she looked down at her hands. It didn't take long before she reached to turn the radio on, a smile spreading across her lips as we bobbed our heads and sang along to the rhythm of of the song.
All of a sudden, bright lights started heading toward us, and before I could even turn to look back at the road or brace myself for the impact, the car hit something big and our vehicle flipped around.
We were screaming, struggling to keep ourselves upright as the car spun in the air, tumbling down the road. It took several seconds before it ended, but it felt like hours, like everything was in slow motion.
The glass shattered into tiny shards, cutting through our skins. My head slammed against the steering wheel, my arm colliding with the remaining bits of broken glass sticked to the car door. Veronica shrieked in pain as she hit her head on the window, cracking the rest of it before it burst into a pieces.
The car finally landed upside down, rocking back on forth on the ground before it lay still. my vision was blurry, my skin feeling uncomfortable as I felt blood ooze out from the open cuts. My hand slowly reached up to my temple despite the pain, terrified once i felt a huge open cut on the spot where my finger touched.
I could smell the smoke that rose from the vehicle, and I turned to look at Veronica, trying to mutter her name but I heard no word leave my lips. She was passed out, a gush on her forehead.
Who would do this?
I mustered up the strength to cough out, feeling a sharp pain hit my back, and upon hearing footsteps come close to me I forced my eyes shut. I played dead, limiting my breathing, staying still. I could tell that it wasn't the police or anyone who would help us, my instincts told me that it was someone else. The door was pried off of its hinges, thrown onto the opposite side of the road.
"I'm really sorry for this, sweetie." The voice was feminine, but it sounded so foreign to me. She had a thick accent that i wasn't quite familiar with. "It's time to go."
But i can't die!
My life holds so much more meaning, most of which are unknown to me yet. My time here in this world has been way too short, although if it is just as much time as the heavens graciously granted me with, then I will sincerely try to accept death with open arms.
I remained still as the female pulled me out of the car, which started to smell more like smoke as time progressed. i was being carried away from the car, away from veronica. My back soon was pressed against a cold leather cushion, and I blinked my eyes open once I head the door close.
What's happening?
Am I being kidnapped?
Once I felt movement, it occurred to me that I was placed in another vehicle. Cool air circulated in the enclosed space, stinging my open wounds. Where was Veronica? why wasn't she pulled out from the accident too?
Who pulled me out?
My head was spinning with questions and my heart was beating fast. Fatigue soon overshadowed the pain, and sleep took over me once I let myself close my eyes.
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JONES
"There's no way out, Archie."
The ginger abruptly threw his clenched fist at the glass door, slamming his palm on it before dragging himself down to his knees.
We were in a white room filled with bright lights, and the glass cage in which we have been put into was at the middle of the room. Neither the glass nor the door would break—we did try to break it, but after so long we've decided that it was constructed with thick sheets of strong glass. Inside our cage were four beds, one on each corner.
"How did we get here, Jug? I honestly can't remember anything." Archie spoke, gritting his teeth in annoyance. Honestly, even I didn't know how we ended up in this predicament. "I don't know, Arch. Last thing I remember was that we were hanging out at the bar." I replied with a light shrug, trying to remember the last few hours as I leaned my back against the glass wall, watching Archie as he sprung back onto his feet, repeatedly punching the glass door in an attempt to break it down.
"It's no use!" He yelled as he finally giving up, flaying his arms around in surrender. "What did I tell you?" I muttered under my breath although I know he heard me and I laid down on the bed that I have claimed for myself.
The door of the room suddenly burst open and armed men poured into the room, surrounding our cage. A man in what looks to be an expensive suit entered, and another guy with his hands cuffed followed him soon after. He looked like he was our age. The man in the suit scanned his handprint on the biometric scanner sticking out beside the door.
Once the glass door opened the guy was pushed into the room, groaning in pain. He had thick framed glasses on, looking like a complete nerd. Archie and I looked at each other in confusion as our cage was once again locked and everyone outside exited the room one by one.
"Is this some shady serpent business?" Archie questioned, glancing at our leather jackets in disgust before he took his off, throwing it to the ground. The serpents have always let us both down, dragging each one of us into trouble that we never bargained for.
"Does this look like serpent territory to you?" I snapped at him, keeping my eyes on the new guy. Judging by the scanner and the expensive suit the man was wearing and the amount of military men, Jughead deduced that they were somewhere far away from the Southside. "Hey," I nodded at the new guy, keeping my voice void of any emotion. He turned to face me, fear written all over his face. "Who are you?"
"Dilton Doiley." He replied, his voice shaky and hesitant as he headed to one of the remaining beds, sitting down the mattress. "Did you just say that you're both serpents?" He asked, his voice slightly stuttering in anxiety.
"Yeah, we are." I said, staring up at the ceiling as i laid back down on the bed. "But once we get out of here, I'm done being a serpent." I decided, hypnotizing myself with the white ceiling. "This is stupid, I have better things to—"
Just when I was about to say more, I was cut off by the door of the room opening, armed men once again piling into the room. A path was cleared for a tall, thin woman dressed in a tight black jumpsuit. Behind her was a buff man carrying a girl in his arms, and she appears to be unconscious.
A blonde girl.
I sat up straight as the cage door was once again opened, and the girl was laid on the floor. She was wounded, blood pouring from her numerous cut. She wore a bubblegum pink dress which was torn especially around the edges. Her eyelids were snapped shut, her hair sprawled around her head like a halo.
The same thing happened—we were left alone, only this time it was with a bleeding girl right in front of us. A first aid kit was left in the cage, but other than that we had nothing. No food, no anything.
"What's going on?" Dilton asked, clearly confused as he stared down at the girl. "We have no idea." Archie shook his head as he grabbed the first aid kit, opening it to examine its contents, taking it with him as he sat on his bed.
I jumped off of my bed and rushed to the girl's side, feeling her pulse. "Give me the kit!" I ordered, scooping the bleeding girl into my arms, lifting her up onto the remaining bed. Archie brought the kit over, and grabbing the disinfectants and bandages from the kit I started cleaning her up as much as I could, wiping the blood away and clearing her skin from the blood and grime.
In silence, I bandaged her wounds, letting my hands control themselves and tend to her aid. My gaze wandered, studying her face, memorizing it.
She is a masterpiece, the personification of art. Everything about her screams sweetness, kindness—everything about her is everything I'm not.
She is the angel, my angel, and I am the devil.
Her devil.
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