Savanna feels like there's nothing that can surprise her anymore after living in Riverdale. The town with pep certainly still has a few tricks up its sleeve including an anonymous camera man, a castle-school full of pretentious teenagers waiting to...
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Thanksgiving. The time of year when friends and family gather to eat turkey, watch the big game, and give thanks for all that they have. But for Archie, this year was all about what he'd lost. It was the first Thanksgiving without his father. The void that Fred Andrews left was as cold as the winds blowing through town. And while Archie was thinking of ways to give back, Riverdale's new mayor was grabbing all that he could. Hiram Lodge had run unopposed, allowing him to ascend to power virtually overnight. Weather forecasters were calling for an epic ice storm, and you could literally feel the temperature dropping.
My bag was packed on the surface of my bed as I scrambled around to finish getting ready. Jughead had offered for the two of us to spend some time at Stonewall for Thanksgiving Break, and honestly, I was glad to get away for a little. Even if it meant going to some preppy stuck up castle-school in the woods.
"Are you still gonna make it? Even with this biblical ice storm that they're predicting?" Jughead's voice came through the speakers of my phone as I pulled my shoes on.
"Funny you think I listen to the weatherman when he's wrong 88% of the time," I responded as I tied my boot laces. "There's zero chance that I'm not seeing you this weekend. Felicity's watching Mocha, Veronica's still not speaking to me, so everything's fine."
"Well then hurry up and get here already. I need your help with something."
I hummed with a knowing smile on my face. "Oh, you mean writing your Baxter Brothers sample?"
He scoffed, "I am on a deadline and that's the reason I'm hunkering down, but... also, considering you and I are going to be the only ones on campus, I figured it would be the perfect time to do a little sleuthing into Chipping's death. Because believe me, no one else is doing it."
"Wow," I said sarcastically, "Conspiracy theories and a murder mystery to solve. Sounds like a romantic getaway to me."
Jughead laughed on the other end of the phone. "Alright, just get your cute ass here. I love you, be careful."
I was quick to gather the rest of my things and pull on my coat before patting Mocha on the head in goodbye. Felicity would be here soon to hang out with him for the night, something I was eternally grateful for. The drive to Stonewall was thankfully steady, but snow was beginning to flurry the moment I turned off the backroads onto school property. I couldn't deny that the landscape looked pretty, especially with the flurries covering the ground, but this place still gave me the creeps.
I lugged my bag over my shoulder and made sure to double check that I locked my car before making my way into the castle-like school. I only passed a few random students along my way to where I remembered Jughead's dorm being, so thankfully I wasn't dealing with any of the infamous bullies just yet.
"Hey, stranger," I greeted as I leaned against the doorframe of Jughead's room.
My boyfriend's face lit up at the intrusion. "Hey! Wow, that was fast."
