A/N: Hey friends! How are you doing today? I'd like to start this chapter by addressing a few things. First: Charles Smith isn't Alice and FP's son in this. He's just an FBI agent who was assigned the case of the explosions at Riverdale High. Secondly, I wanted to thank you for reading my story. I've had a blast writing it so far. If you like this story, I recommend the book it's based off, 'Spontaneous' by Aaron Starmer. It's a hilarious and bloody time. Now, on with the chapter!
TW: Drug references.
Once Betty arrived home, she saw that her parents were talking to the FBI agent from Pops. "Betty, we're glad that you're finally home," Alice said. "This is agent Charles Smith. He has been tasked with investigating the explosions at your school."
"It's nice to meet you, Agent Smith," Betty said.
"Please, call me Charles, but other than that likewise," Charles said. He stood up and they shook hands. "I've come to enlist your help. You seem to be pretty popular and smart, so we figured you might have a few theories about what's going on."
"I'd be happy to help," Betty said.
"Will you come with me to my office so we can brainstorm?" Charles asked.
"Sure," Betty agreed. She turned to her parents for approval, and they nodded their heads. Betty followed him to his Mercedes and climbed in. They drove for about forty minutes before arriving at a brick building.
Charles led her to his office. It was the size of a small closet. It had a desk with an old computer on it and two metal chairs with blue cushions on it. They both sat down, and Charles began his questioning. He started by asking who were the dead people's last partners, seeing if it could be genetic. Betty, of course, had no clue the answer to this question.
"What have a lot of the seniors been consuming?" Charles asked.
"Most of us got lunch from school most of the days of the week," Betty said.
"If that was the cause, then why would it only be seniors combusting?" Charles asked. "We already ruled out that possibility after Dilton exploded. Is there anything else that could be causing this?"
"I know a lot of seniors were taking drugs," Betty said.
"What kind of drugs?" Charles asked.
"All of the drugs," Betty shrugged. "Shrooms, weed, fizzle rocks... you name it, a senior probably took it."
"Is there one main supplier?" Charles asked.
"Yeah, the Blossom twins," Betty said.
"Well Betty, I need you to go out there and bring me the drugs," Charles said.