*I DON'T OWN RIVERDALE, BUT I DO OWN DIANA AND HER STORYLINE**
It was in Biology class that the spiral of dark events began its journey.
The class was just like the day before with the exception of changing lab partners. Beside Diana, now resided the Black Widow of Riverdale though from the bored expression she held, one would sense she missed the poet of Pop's.
"So, the police think that…"
Diana rolled her eyes as Cheryl babbled on about another "theory" from the station. It was only when she fell silent did Diana meet her gaze in concern. Cheryl held a petrified look; her skin the color of snow as she stared ahead of her. Before Diana could ask what was wrong, Cheryl spoke.
"You're here for me aren't you? Because of the autopsy?" she asked in a guilt-ridden tone, her hands being extended out as if waiting for handcuffs.
The sheriff shot a look to Principal Weatherbee then back to Cheryl "We don't need to do this in front of your classmates Cheryl"
"It's alright Sherriff Keller, they'll find out soon enough" The crimson haired girl replied as she began her descent towards her soon to be ball and chain.
Diana grazed her arm slightly before saying with concern "Wait Cheryl, find out about what?"
Cheryl's brown gaze met Diana's stare with sadness and guilt. It was a look that matched the one, Diana had seen the night of the pep rally. Then she uttered three words that would forever shake up the small town that once was Riverdale.
"That I'm guilty".