I was biker boots and a leather vest
You were innocence in a cotton dress
It's a heaven on earth meets a hell of a world

24 hours ago...

The only thing that could be heard on the slightly chilly afternoon of October in Sweetriver Falls was the click of a camera and the scribbling of a pen. And of course, the only person who would dare to go late at night to take pictures of a secluded area after the finding of a missing body in said area was Betty Cooper.

She had become used to doing this type of stuff. Both her noisy nature and journalist blood made it easy to do things like this, sneaking into places she could get in trouble to be in. Though this was not breaking the rules, she wasn't here for fun or the intrigue of being in the same place a kid died.

She was here for research for her article at the Blue and Gold newspaper, or at least that's what she told herself. Because if she thought of it too long, she would end up with bloody nails and wounded palms.

Snapping one last picture, she turned off her camera and took out her notepad when she heard someone stepping into a branch.

Betty froze, shivers running up her spine. She knew after Jason's murder Riverdale was not the safe, small town it once was, which made her be more alert when she was out at night. Looking around, she took out her cellphone and turned on the flashlight feature, trying to find what had made the sound.

Maybe she was just being paranoid, it could've been an animal, or even the wind, but none of that mattered when she was standing right where someone was killed. She closed her eyes for a second, letting out a sigh to calm herself before she opened them again and let out a scream.

There was a guy in front of her. He was wearing a black jacket and a black beanie with a scowl on his face. He looked mad, more like annoyed and Betty took a step back.

"Calm down, golden locks, I'm not going to kill you." The guy said, rolling his eyes before smirking. "Yet"

Her blue eyes bulged, swallowing hard. Betty's frightened face turned into confusion when the guy started laughing.

"What...who?" Betty stammered, trying to put herself together. "Who the heck are you?"

The guy stopped laughing, though a teasing smirk still remained on his face.

"Jughead." He said simply, walking towards the yellow tape that said 'Keep out'. "And I'm not here to kill you, by the way."

"Jug... whatever. I don't care. What are you doing? You're not supposed to be here; it says Keep Out of a reason." She said, crossing her arms.

"Oh, and you are allowed?" He said with a questioning face, raising an eyebrow.

"I have certain... privileges." Betty said, raising her head high.

Jughead chuckled, shaking his head in what seemed disbelief.

"Of course you do. Look at you." He signaled at her. "Your perfectly ironed clothes, your perfectly styled hair. You're blonde, you're white, you're probably a cheerleader. Of course you have privileges."

Betty blushed angrily, feeling attacked but had nothing to say back because it was true. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, looking and acting perfect gave her privilege.

"Fine, sure, those things give me privilege." She shrugged, walking in front of him and looking him straight in the eye. "But it's my brain and amazing writing skills that allow me to be in places I shouldn't be. Now, I ask you, who are you? What are you doing here?"

He looked taken back for a moment, crossing his arms to his chest and looking at her annoyed.

"Are you always this noisy?" He asked.

"I'm a journalist, of course I am" Betty smirked.

"Journalist, sure, future-stepford wife." Jughead said walking and sitting on top of a big rock, chuckling at her offended face.

"I will not be a stepford wife." Betty said sternly.

"Ooh, hit a nerve there?" He smirked.

"Let's make one thing clear." She said determined. "I will not be called golden locks, or a step-ford wife. I'm a fucking amazing journalist who will be someone someday, unlike others who wear ripped clothes and hang in forbidden places at night for no real reason. Go fuck yourself."

Walking away, all she heard was silence when she suddenly heard laughter.

"Sweet dreams, Golden Locks!" She groaned.