"Out of the way, filth." Sam yelled, slamming her walking cane onto the shins of half-naked football players, "You'd think they would never have showered judging by how foul the locker room smells."

"Sam, Sam!" Betty covered the sides of her eyes, focusing on the brunette, "Slow down or you'll fall."

The three of us, along with Ronnie, had entered the boys' locker room to confront Chuck. Suddenly, Sam hit someone who yelped and tried to get out of our way.

"Veronica? Betty, Max? What're you guys doing here?" Archie held his towel in place as Betty covered her eyes.

"Don't worry about it." Veronica said, walking past him. When Archie tried to block her path, the Latina hissed at him, "I mean it, Andrews. Hit the showers and stay out of my way."

"I'd listen to her if I were you," Sam said, "Oh, and you dropped your towel."

Betty and I grew red from embarrassment as we both were caught staring by the redhead, whose towel had not, in fact, dropped.

"Let's go, Betty."

"Yep."

Chuck stood there, surrounded by his goons, smirking as we entered his line of vision.

"Ladies." He smirked.

Veronica shoved her phone in his face, showing her the picture, "This. Is disgusting. Take it down."

"Whoa, whoa." His grin grew wider, "Why are you so wound up? It's a badge of honour, and you're not exactly virgin territory after your closet date with Andrews."

"Okay, that's beyond irrelevant, Chuck." Betty said, "You're not allowed to go around humiliating girls, for any reason, under any circumstances, you-you jerk."

"Stop being an asshole and take the fucking picture down." I snapped. His attitude was getting onto my nerves.

"Why don't you use your dirty mouth somewhere else, babe." Chuck said, as the others around him burst into laughter at the innuendo. My mouth dropped at that statement.

"Don't talk to her like that!" Sam growled.

"Look, I get you're not a closet kind of girl," Chuck completely ignored Sam. Instead he focused on Betty, "but hey, if you wanna ride the Chuck Wagon, that can be arranged."

The dark-haired Latina scoffed at this, "Let's keep this simple, so that your preppy-murderer half-brain can grasp it. Take. This. The hell. Down."

Chuck frowned dangerously at us, "Okay, that high-toned bitch attitude may have worked on the betas you dated in New York, but you're in Bulldog territory." His teammates barked around him.

"We're gonna find some dirt on you, Clayton." Sam warned, "And you'll be in a lot of trouble." She turned and tried to walk away when one of the boys tripped her. She about to fall flat on her face when-

"Why don't you cowards pick on someone your own size?" Reggie Mantle had caught Sam, preventing her from falling.

Betty and I rushed forward to grab her from him.

"Get her out of here." Reggie ordered, looking at me.

"Thanks, Reggie," Sam said in a meek voice as we led her out of the locker room.

Jughead and I found Doiley and his scouts in the lowers fields where they were all listening to Doiley's speech while standing in a straight line.

"At ease, Doiley." Jughead said, "I'm writing an article for the Blue and Gold. Hoping you can help."

"Dismissed." Dilton looked at his scouts, "But stay close."

"Cheryl and Archie both say they heard a gunshot the morning of July 4th," I said, "but they don't know who fired."

"Sheriff Keller already asked me about this." Dilton scoffed at me, "And like I told him, my Scouts and I, we didn't hear anything weird."

"Well, did you see anything weird?" Jughead narrowed his eyes

Dilton pretended to think and then mockingly said, "A white-winged crossbill. A long-eared owl. Oh, and Cheryl, sitting by the river, soaking wet."

Realising that we wouldn't any answers from him, I thanked him for his time and led Jughead away, "That guy's definitely lying. He was forcing himself to make eye-contact." I said after we had put sufficient distance between us and the scouts.

"One of the scouts knows something." Jughead said.

"How do you know that?"

"He was looking at us nervously while we talked to Doiley."

"So we should probably be on a look out for that kid."

"You're grounded?"

I looked at Archie incredulously.

"Yep."

"And Grundy bailed on you?"

"Yes."

"So now, the Pussycats are gonna help you?"

"Max!" Archie looked at me, exasperated as I leaned from my window.

"What? I'm making sure I have my facts straight because somebody refuses to tell me anything on his own." I scribbled down a couple of words on the notebook I was holding as I sat on his window sill.

Archie stuffed pillows underneath the blankets of his bed to make it look as if someone was sleeping there.

"Move back." He said as he grabbed his guitar.

I did as he said and he climbed out of the window.

"Don't make too much noise. You always make too much noise when you climb out." I warned him but he was already sliding down the roof. He looked at me, waved and ran away.

I sighed and climbed back into my room, glancing at the half-written poems that lay on my study-table.

Guess it's time to go to Pop's.

While on the stakeout, Betty had called me, informing that Veronica wasn't the first victim, that there had been multiple girls, one of them being Sam.

"I swear to God I'll personally castrate whoever did this to Sam. Hell, whoever who did this to any girl." Jughead gave me weird looks

"That's the thing, Max." Betty's voice came though the phone, "We're going to look for the book, tonight."

"Text me the time and I'll be there." I said and we hung up.

"What's wrong?" Jughead asked with concern.

"Chuck Clayton and his team of dicks are slut-shamming girls. They got Veronica today. Sam was a victim to."

"And you're going to bring him down?"

"Yes."

Nothing more was said between us until the scout kid arrived.

The boy was here with his dad, who bought him a sundae which looked appetizing. As soon as the father was gone, Jughead jumped over the booth and sat down with his legs on the boothseat. I slid in next to him.

Without so much as a warning, Juggie plucked the cherry from the sundae and ate it.

It was then that the scout noticed us, "What the hell, man?"

"I saw the way you looked at us." Jughead said, "During Grizzly training. You're hiding something."

When he didn't say anything, I hissed at him, "Talk before I beat it out of you"

"She's not even joking." Jughead said, in an 'as-a-matter-of-fact' tone.

"It's Scoutmaster Doiley." The kid cried, "He's lying."

"About what?" I asked

"The gunshot. It was him." We frowned at this. "He was teaching us how to shoot targets."

"Dilton Doiley" Jughead began, "shot the gun on July 4th?

"He's a hard core survivalist." The scout leaned in, whispering, "He says if we don't protect ourselves, no one will."

"Well, he's not wrong." I said.

One test down, so many more to go *le cries*

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