In total, fifteen people exploded that day. A part of Jughead's jaw hit Betty's forehead, leaving a scar that was going to last forever. School went back that Monday. People eventually gave up on finding a cure and spent their time with their children just in case they explode.
During the entire time school was out, Betty ignored Veronica. Veronica tried to reach out, but she ignored her. On the Monday they came back, she finally decided to approach Veronica. "Hey," Veronica said.
"Hello," Betty said. She then sighed. "I'm sorry for ignoring your text for the past week. I've been caught up in my emotions, but I really need you. Can we go out for lunch today?"
"Sure, what do you need?" Veronica asked.
"I think I might be pregnant," Betty said.
Betty met up with Veronica in the senior parking lot. Veronica was waiting in her Black Humor. Betty climbed into the car. "So we'll swing by the nearest gas station, and then well grab some Taco Bell," Betty said.
"Ok," Veronica said. "What are you going to do if the test is positive?"
"I don't know," Betty sighed. They pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive on the interstate. Betty had put some makeup on her forehead to hide the scar, but it was still kinda visible. Betty stared out the window, seeing that the snow was slowly melting away.
They arrived at the nearest gas station, and they climbed out of the car. They walked into the gas station and found a pack of pregnancy tests. They walked to the front of the store to buy the pack. The cashier gave them the nasty glare that teenage girls always got when they bought pregnancy tests. "So one of you guys didn't use protection," the lady said in a judgemental tone.
"How is it any of your business?" Betty snapped. She then bought the packs and they walked to the back of the store. Betty entered the bathroom and took the test. She took three of them. She sat on the toilet and waited. "Please be negative, please be negative."
The test results then came in. The first one was positive. The second one was positive. The third one was... positive. "Crap," she whispered sadly. She stepped out of the bathroom where Veronica was still waiting. "They were all positive. I'm pregnant with Jughead's baby."
"What are you going to do?" Veronica asked.
"I don't know," Betty said, as Veronica wrapped her arms around Betty's shoulders. "Jughead's gone, and I'm pregnant with his baby. I could also explode at any moment, which I have no idea what that would mean for the baby."
"It could be a false positive," Veronica said.
"They say if you take three tests, you're definitely pregnant," Betty explained. Betty then had an epitome. When she was little, she was tested for the MAOA and CDH13 genes, also known as the serial killer genes. The test came back positive. Everyone who had exploded was close to her, physically or emotionally. She was even pretty close to Tre Mccoy. They used to date in junior year, but they broke up and stayed friends.
I'm the Riverdale curse, Betty thought. Me and my cursed genes are the reason everyone is exploding.