"Ladies!" Alice yells, "get up!"

  "I'll get up but only if food is promised," I groan into my pillow.

   "I made breakfast," She says. 

   "Ugh fine," I say. She leaves the room and I groan. Betty was already getting ready. I get up from the bed and switch my outfit to a pair of blue jeans and a big black sweater that says loser on it with a pair of red Chucks. 

   "So...  you slept with Jughead?" Betty asks.

  "Yep," I say not really wanting to have this conversation right now.... or ever. 

  "What happened to you becoming a nun and never having sex?" She asks as she fixes her iconic ponytail. 

  "Shut up," I say as I brush my hair.

 "It's a valid question," she says.

 "Fuck you," I say to her she laughs as I finish getting ready. We walk down to the bathroom and brush our teeth then head downstairs. I collect a plate of food then scarf it down. 

"Jeez Y/n we aren't running late," She says.

 "I know but I get to figure out if he liked my pictures today!" I squeal.

"Oh yeah," She says. 

"Now let's go," I say.  

***********

 "Listen," Mr. Maltode says leaning up against the art teacher desk, "you are a great kid Y/n. And Mrs. Mallow has told me all about your passion for this business and I admire it and you."

  "Thank you, sir," I say. He nods.

 "But your stuff just isn't that good," he says. My heart drops, "its amateur at best and it lacks creativity."

  "With all due respect sir I worked so hard on these pictures," I say watching as he flips through them. 

"Really? Because they look like you were focusing on something else," He says tossing them down.

 "Yeah, the murder of Jason Blossom it was kinda hard not too," I say harshly.

 "A real artist uses situatuions like that to their advantage," He says, "they don't use it as an excuse." He sighs and hands me back my portfolio. "Listen you have potential Y/n. But to succeed in this industry you have to put all of your energy into your pictures. You can't focus on anything else." I nod tears start to fill my eyes and I wipe them. This was supposed to be it for me. This was supposed to help me go on to become a professional photographer. I stand up and run out of the room. After all of the stupid shit going on in my life, I really couldn't deal with this.I run into the bathroom and lock myself in a stall and start sobbing. I really needed this. I don't have many resources to help me have a successful future. This was supposed to be one of them. I leave the stall and splash some water on my face. After a couple minutes, I finally looked like I hadn't cried. I left the bathroom. I see Jughead and flash a fake smile.

"Hey Jug," I say.

"Hey Y/n," He says sounding defeated.

"Whats wrong?" I ask.

"Its Pops."

********

   "It's another win for the bad guys. No one was there. His entire staff quit," Jug says, "He says he's not sure how long he'll be able to keep the doors open, maybe not even a week." 

"It's because of what happened to my dad. People are freaking out. And I gotta be honest, guys, I don't see myself going back anytime soon," Archie says.

"Wait, I'm sorry, am I hearing acceptance? I'm not letting one psychopath with a gun dictate what happens to our place," She says, "Jug, you went crazy trying to save the drive-in."

"I can't take on any more social issues right now," He says, "My hands are full."

"With your dad, of course," She says.

"That's his top priority Bets," I say, "and it should be."

"I'll take point on helping Pop Tate,"  Betty says.

"I'll help, too, Betty," Veronica says, "Hey, anything to get me away from my parents, I'm in."

"What about you N/n?" Betty asks snapping me from my thoughts. Jug looks at me with a worried expression.

"Of course," I say, "Pop's is like my home."

"Another Bee and Vee and F/I (your first initial) team-up," Jughead says, "They should really make a video game about you guys."

"I'd be the bad ass woman who everyone loves," I say, "and Betty would be the adorable lovable one,  and Veronica would be the one people play mainly because she is hot."

"Rude but thank you," Veronica says.

"I gotta jet," Jug says, "I'm off to meet my dad's court-appointed joke of a lawyer at the sheriff's station."

"I'm gonna come with you, Jug," Archie says, "I gotta drop some flyers off for Sheriff Keller."

"You already know I'm coming," I say. I stand up.

"Let's go," He says. He takes my hand and we walk to my truck."

*****

 "ID's," The lady says to Jug and I. We hand her our Licenses and she nods. Archie runs past us to sheriff Keller. We walk back to a room where FP is sitting. It was dimly lit and looked intimidating.

 "And I thought this place couldn't get worse," I joke. Jug looks at me. "Sorry bad time." I sit in a chair at the table and Jughead pulls one next to me and sits.

"How long until he gets here?" He asks his dad.

"Soon," FP says simply. Jughead looks at his dad then at me. 

"Hey FP," I say looking at the man. He looked like shit.

"Hi,"  FP mumbles.  

"How are you holding up?" I ask.

"Fine," He says.

"I promise you we are doing everything we can," I say.

"I know," He says. The lawyer walks in and sits down across from FP. He introduces himself Jughead stands up and starts pacing as they talk."Let's talk about the damn deal," FP says.

"First, to review the charges you're facing, arson, destruction of evidence, making a false confession, obstructing justice, not to mention this whole nasty mess of dumping a dead kid in the river," The lawyer says.

"I know what I did," FP says, "What's the deal? What are they offering?"

"You're gonna want to take it. I'm telling you, I've been doing this a long time. It's a strong deal," The lawyer says. Jughead walks over and looks at the paper.

"How many? How many damn years?" He angrily asks.

"20," The lawyer says.

"20 Damn years! That's a 'strong deal'?!" He yells.

"Jughead!" His dad yells.

"Jug," I say softly.

"Come on," He says to me. I get up and follow him as he storms out. 

*****

"How was the deal?" Betty asks as I lay down on my bed.

"20 years," I say, "but he's facing 40 if he takes it to trial."

"40?!" She exclaims.

"I know," I say, "I just want to sleep this whole day away."

"Me too," she says.