6:46 am
This is it. Betty thought. She didn't even try to move out of the way of the truck. What was the point? It was just going to delay her inevitable death. Before the truck could make an impact, Jughead shoved both of them out of the way.
They fell onto the grass behind them. It was still wet because of the rainstorm that had happened during the night. The driver climbs out of the car and quickly began to check on the teens. It was obvious that she was intoxicated. "We're fine," Jughead says.
"I'm so sorry," the lady repeats.
"It's fine, just go inside and enjoy your meal and forget this happened," Jughead instructs. The lady was going to interject again, but she then saw Jughead's serpent jacket. Not wanting any more trouble, she rushes inside. Jughead helps Betty to her feet.
"You should have just let the car hit me," Betty says. "We're just ticking time bombs. Death is coming for us sometime today, why should we delay its arrival?"
"Because it's only six in the morning," Jughead says. "I don't want you dying on me already. We still have so much life to live in the rest of the time we have left, and we've already wasted six hours."
"Didn't you say you wanted to go see your sister's grave one last time?" Betty asks.
"Yeah," Jughead says. "Should we go ahead and do that?"
"Sure," Betty says. Jughead hops onto his bike and Betty went to her car. She turned it on and followed Jughead to the cemetery. Jughead was going a bit faster than her, but Betty kept up pretty well.
They parked beside the graveyard. Betty climbs out of her car, and Jughead jumped off his motorcycle. "I can see the grave from here," Jughead says. "Do you mind if I go in by myself first? I'll tell you when I'm ready to be joined."
"Of course," Betty says. Jughead then walks into the cemetery by himself. He arrives at his sister's grave in less than a minute. There was a hole in the ground beside it that was big enough to fit a coffin. His coffin. They were already planning for his death.
Jughead began to wonder who called the graveyard to start preparing for him. He quickly decided it was probably Hog Eye or Jack and Karen, the couple who took him and Jellybean in. His eyes then landed on the grave that he came here to see.
He sat criss-cross in front of the grave. "Hey JB," Jughead says. "It's been a while, but I've been busy. I see someone has come to replace your flowers, which was nice. I'm a decker now, so you won't be alone at whatever happens after someone dies."
"Why did you never tell me you were a decker?" Jughead asks. "I know I was probably asleep when you got the call, but you could have wakened me up. I could have saved you for a little longer. I finally did catch the driver, and I bruised up his face pretty bad. But now the police are looking for me."
He then leaned over and hugs the grave. He let out a sob as he held the cold stone. He slowly let go and looks back over at the empty hole. He walked over to it, and he stepped inside. He sat down, and sent Betty a text, asking her to join him.
After a few moments, Jughead heard a familiar voice. "Jughead?" Betty calls.
"I'm down in here," Jughead calls back. Betty eventually finds the hole. She looks down at him in confusion. Jughead pats the dirt beside him, signifying for him to join him. Betty reluctantly joined him, sitting beside him.
"It's creepy how they're already digging a hole for your coffin," Betty whispers.
"Yeah," Jughead says. "I couldn't wait until I was dead to enter the hole."
Betty's phone vibrates. "Crap," Betty whispers. "I just got a text from my best friend, Toni."
"What is it?" Jughead asked. Betty shows him her phone.
Toni: Why haven't you picked up the phone. Me and Veronica are worried sick! We had a suspension, but we just checked and confirmed it. We know that you're a decker.