Jughead Jones knew he should be relieved that Jason's murder was solved, but something felt missing. The story wasn't complete, and for a writer it was agonizing. Why would Clifford Blossom kill his own son? Apparently it was because he discovered an undercover drug organization, but Jughead didn't buy it. There was something else to it. You don't just kill your own blood like that. The prideful Blossoms seemed like the last people on earth to kill each other, yet two were in graves. That left Nana Blossom, Penelope, and of course Cheryl left in Riverdale.
The brunette had an inkling that Cheryl was the key to the mystery. Of course, he wouldn't be caught dead speaking to her. She was absolutely insane, mesmerizingly so. No matter how much he tried to avoid her, the redhead had a way of popping up all over his life. Maybe Veronica could put up with her, but he couldn't be bothered. He knew the feeling was mutual.
At least he didn't have to deal with her anymore, with being in the Southside and all. In fact his bags were nearly packed. He didn't have much to begin with but his procrastination got the best of him.
"Hey Jughead, Cheryl's at the door. She wants to see you." Archie announced as he entered their bedroom. Jughead rolled his eyes and quickly thought about jumping out the window. He'd probably break a leg, but no Cheryl...unless she tried to talk to him as he limped away. Being a cheerleader and all probably made her athletic enough to out run him.
He relunctanly decided to just face the demon and went to the front door. He hadn't seen her since she tried to drown herself, which just further fueled his theory on the mystery being unfinished. Standing in his doorway was the fiery redhead with an equally red pout on her face.
"What do you want?" He asked with his arms crossed.
"My spider brooch. Given the circumstances with your father, I want my gift back." Cheryl stated with a hand on her hip. Jughead's eye twitched at her accusing tone. If she mentioned his father another time, he might just snap at her. That wouldn't be pretty.
"I left it back in the trailer. I can give it back some other time." Jughead replied and moved to shut the door. A red heel stopped the movement.
"I want it back now." She snapped and gestured towards car parked on his driveway. Her glare made him shudder. He couldn't recall a more evil look in his life, it made sense that it belonged to Cheryl Blossom.
"I'm busy." He tried again. Did Cheryl seriously want to go the Southside just for a stupid brooch. It didn't seem like her cup of tea.
"Betty can wait fifteen minutes. I can't. Let's go." Cheryl continued angrily. Jughead saw that her fist was clenched and her red eyebrows were furrowed at him. She looked ready to explode at him again.
He really didn't want a repeat beating like at the lunchroom, but he did not have time to run over to the Southside just for Cheryl's sake. This was his last day on the North side and all he wanted was a cheeseburger and shake from Pop's. She could wait if she wasn't such a prissy princess.
"I'll buy you something at Pop's on the way back." She bargained. Did she read his mind? Was she insane and supernatural? It wouldn't really surprise him at this point.
Jughead considered the idea. He was supposed to meet up with Archie and Betty at Pop's later...but he could still have twice in one day. It took a lot to reject a good offer for him. And all that packing did work up an appetite. And it would get Cheryl off his back. It seemed like a win win to him.
"Fine, but I'll need two cheeseburgers, a large fry, a small curly fry-actually a large of those too, some onion rings, a chocolate shake, and a vanilla one with extra cherries. Can you handle that?" He challenged.
"You're a pig Jughead Jones, get in the car." She sighed back.
And that is how Jughead Jones got himself into a bigger mess than Jason's murder.