Betty finds herself in the hot seat! Some fluff, mild smut and language. Please review!

It was awkward learning that Veronica thought she was some career criminal, but it was better than being mistaken as some kind of pervert peeping in other people's windows. If her parents found out, Betty knew she'd be grounded until she was 40, maybe sent to some kind of psych ward for troubled young women. 'What is wrong with the youth of today?' Her father might say, 'I saw this coming', her mother would butt in.

Despite being tired she made the long walk to her locker, didn't get much sleep when she arrived home, too much stress, too much well everything. Her first class was English Lit, she planned this out in advance, no big assignments, everything she needed to be done was completed in advance in case this happened. She could rest easy in the back of the classroom, hood up; her only regret was not buying those trick glasses with painted on eyes to make it look like she was awake and alert all through class, secretly wanting to see if they would actually work.

"BETTY COOPER REPORT TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE! BETTY COOPER TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!"

That cannot be good.

In the principal's office were two police officers waiting for her and no Principal Weatherby in sight like she'd hoped, she could feel a sharp pain in the back of her head, her throat went dry.

"Um, h-hello?" She cleared her throat, unable to mask her guilt for a second.

"Miss Cooper, Officer Brooks. Mind having a seat?"

The middle aged cop had a very straight face, seemed approachable enough. The other officer didn't say anything, he stood there in the corner and just nodded, waiting for Betty to do what she was told. Betty made herself comfortable, she knew this would take a while.

"As you know, it was a great tragedy what happened to Sheldon Myers. The Riverdale PD is doing everything in its power to find out what scumbag did this."

"Y-yes of course, Officer Brooks. I really do hope you find out who is responsible. Throw the book at them, that sort of thing," she wasn't sure if there was a funny sound in her voice, something off; she watched hours of TV, all of those scenes in the interrogation rooms, it all looks so easy to get out of until it's you in that hot windowless room.

Officer Brooks remained serious, professional, he had a very punctual appearance, no wrinkles in his uniform, crew cut, he knew how to talk to someone, make them feel at ease, like nothing was wrong. He was their friend until he wasn't.

"Betty, you're a very bright girl. You have no reason to be wandering around late at night at an official crime scene now do you?"

Betty's jaw collapsed, "Sir, I don't know what you mean," her ear drums were pounding, she could hear her heart beat, she needed to pull herself together if she wanted to make it through this, "I've been cramming, catching up with homework. Why on Earth would I be snooping around a crime scene? I went by to pay my respects like everyone else yesterday afternoon but no way would I ever not ever get in the way of your work."

He had this thin smile, "Good. That's good. Someone was spotted in the neighborhood, looked like they were snooping. Maybe not the one who did in Sheldon but maybe someone sticking their nose into official police business. That wouldn't look good for anyone's permanent record."

Of course the old permanent record, Betty knew this would not look good for her but she had on a mask after all, wore gloves, didn't leave a single piece of evidence. So why was she there?

"Where were you between the hours of 11 and midnight?" Silent cop could speak.

Betty stalled, looked up at the ceiling as if she could see the most mundane video of her life, "I would have just been finishing up English Lit and going to bed around that time."

Officer Brooks looked at his quiet colleague a moment before looking back at her, "Thank you for your time, Miss Cooper. You can run along back to class."

Betty frowned, she wasn't sure if this was a trick, the old TV show Columbo came to mind, "So, did you get any jump in the case? Do you think it was the Serpents?"

"That's classified, Miss Cooper. Go right home after school. There's no official curfew yet but it's likely to happen."

Betty knew how worried she must have looked, they had to have known it was her, someone ratted on her, this was their way of scaring her straight. They didn't want some teenager messing anything up for them. Of course she wondered if police did find the car with the drugs, they had to, stumbled across it like she had. Maybe she could hold off on any further investigating at least for one night. One good night's sleep.

"You're lucky to have someone that vouches for you."

"Huh?"

"Your girlfriend told us the same alibi. Said you study a lot."

Betty was taken aback, "Girlfriend?"

20 minutes earlier

Veronica Lodge sat in the principal's office looking like a billion dollars, she looked the two cops over while checking over her new ruby red lipstick in her makeup mirror.

"Boys, either of you going to tell me what this is about?"

"Miss Lodge," said Officer Brooks, "A suspect was seen around your neighborhood last night. Did you see anything?"

Veronica still checked over herself, "You know, it's so hard for a girl to find the right blend these days but I do believe this might be my best shade yet."

"Miss Lodge," the quiet officer said, in his corner, "Answer the question."

"How well do you know Betty Cooper?"

Veronica snapped her mirror shut and looked directly at Brooks, "How well do I know Betty? Is this your idea of a joke? Are you trying to tell me that my Betty is some kind of criminal?"

"Your Betty?" Officer Brooks raised an eyebrow.

Veronica leaned forward, her dark eyes aimed at the older officer's, "Yes. We have been an item for some time now. Does that sound surprising to you, Officer?"

Veronica's mother taught her everything she knew about authority, how to speak to them. If they weren't there to protect you then they needed to get out of your way.

Brooks swallowed, a bit intimidated by the 5 ft brunette, "Um, no. She seems like a nice girl."

Veronica smiled, "Well it's good to see Riverdale's finest shouldn't be lumped into that small town of bigots you hear about chasing minorities out of town."

"Let's back it up here," he said, holding up his hands, "I'm not accusing your Betty...I mean Betty of being a criminal. Someone was seen wandering around last night, dressed all in black and..."

Veronica tilted her head back and laughed, "That's rich! You think Betty is some kind of what exactly? Someone going around peeping in windows or something? Trust me, when we're not having one of our classic romantic nights together looking up at the stars in sweet embrace, she's at home studying. It's all the girl cares about other than yours truly."

"So between say the hours of 11pm and 12am Betty wasn't with you?"

"No, sir. was in bed. Betty of course was too as much as I wanted her at my house that night. I saw no intruder either. No mystery person of yours dressed black as night I can assure you. You may hook me up to one of those poly machines if you wish to."

"Polygraph," Quiet officer corrected.

"Whatever," Veronica rolled her eyes.

Betty stepped out of the principal's office, glad that was all over, now she could catch her breath.

"Oh, Betty!" Veronica had been waiting around a corner for her just waiting for the right moment, she jumped into Betty's arms, the blonde had no time to get away from her, Veronica hugged her tight, "Those two apes didn't hurt you did they, darling? Don't worry my love, mother has the best lawyer!" The two officers stood off to the side watching this affectionate though one sided display. Veronica looked into Betty's eyes and whispered, "Just play along, ok? Don't freak out"

Betty didn't nod, she didn't blink, she watched Veronica close her eyes and pucker up, her sweet lips came in hot and heavy, Veronica's hands were like claws on the back of her head. Betty was forced into a mind melting passionate kiss. She could feel her whole body going stiff, she had this weird feeling in the pit of her stomach, she could see fireworks, she could...Was that tongue? Betty continued to just go with it, this was the best kiss she ever had, only the second ever kiss in her life but still up there, she tasted her sweet lips for what felt like hours but still felt too short when Veronica pulled away.

"I-I'm fine," Betty said, her head in a tizzy.

"I'm so happy, my love," Veronica smiled, caressing her pretend partner's chin, "I really must be off to class now. But I'll see you later my super blonde vixen."

Betty didn't realize the kind of goofy smile she had on her face, the two cops watched this, unsure but had no reason to find any of this suspicious.

Veronica strutted down the hallway, swaying her hips, she called back to Betty, "You might want to clean your face, sweetheart."

Betty took her eyes off of the rich girl's impressive backside and checked her phone screen finding ruby red lipstick, some of it smudged her pink lip gloss.

The Serpents' favorite place to hangout was the biker bar just outside of Riverdale; so much for a good night's sleep. The large crew of leather jacket clad delinquents were almost too busy drinking and carrying on with each other to even notice a teenage girl in a white tank top, short jean jacket and ripped denim come up to them.

"You lost, lady?"

Betty smirked, she made sure she stood under the street light so they could see the makeup she packed on, she might have overdone it with the mascara but naturally assumed the trashier the better.

"Looks like I'm in the right spot."

They all looked her over, the gang was mainly made up of 30 to 40 something men with grizzled and bruised faces, no surprise, and a few women they had wrapped around them. Betty tried remaining cool, she wanted to earn their respect of course but knew she couldn't overstep any boundaries to make them believe she was a narc. She caught one of the tallest brutes staring at her, he was holding a half empty beer bottle, she snatched it out of his hand and took a drink, all while not breaking eye contact. There were only a couple problems. One: Betty had never drank a beer in her life and two...

"I put my cigarette out in that."

Betty stopped for a second realizing just how disgusting that was, now that she thought about it she did taste something funny but continued to drink anyway and passed it back to the man.

"Who the hell are you?" Asked one with a scar from his forehead to his jaw.

Betty gave him meanest mug, "Name's Jesse. But everyone knows me by Python."

The women laughed, they couldn't believe this chick.

Betty folded her arms and said to the scarface, "Was wondering what it would take to run with your crew."

"Well...," he said, massaging his chin, "We do have an opening...but I don't think you'd make the cut."

Betty took a step forward, something inside of her got brave enough to get in his face and poke him in his chest, "Well, is that so?"

"I'd say you're all talk. No bite."

Betty frowned, she almost wanted to hit him but knew how well that would go over, "I swear I've seen her around," said one woman, "Name sure as hell ain't Python."

"Yeah, likely Cindy or Betty!"

"I am not a Betty!" She exclaimed, yelling so hard she spit up a little, "Do I look like a Cindy or a Betty to you?"

"You look like you're wasting our time," said scarface, "How about you go home and play with your dolls, princess?"

Betty wanted to think of something fast that would impress them, "I'll do anything you name it! What? Eat broken glass? Arm wrestle? Kill someone?" She noticed some of them looked a little uneasy, "Yeah, I've killed before. Any of you say the same?"

The big guy she took the beer from grabbed her shoulder, "Ok, time to leave."

She was pushed away, everyone laughed, one woman threw a bottle at her, it smashed at her feet. Betty stuck her hands in her pockets and walked away, she wanted to cry, wanted to run home but she did not want to show weakness, especially not to any of them.

To be continued!