I walked confidently through the halls of South Side High. People stepped aside and stared at me. I walked into the lunch room and sat at an empty table. I pulled my lunch from my backpack. I put my headphones in and started eating. 

My headphones were pulled off of my head and someone slammed their hand down on the table. "Who are you with?"

"Myself, I advise stepping the fuck back." I put my phone in my bag.

There was a group of people with black leather jackets at the table in front of me. One of them was wearing a beanie and looked a bit on edge.

The guy grabbed me by my hair. "Let's go, sweetheart, I'm gonna show you how things work around here."

I took one of my metal chopsticks and stabbed it into his hand.

"Ahhh!" He screamed out in pain.

The guy in the beanie stared in disbelief.

I pulled the chopstick out and kicked the guy to the ground. "Step to me again and I'll take your whole hand." I picked up my stuff and walked away.

"Hey, can you wait a second?"

I turned around to see the guy in the beanie. "You want to be stabbed too?"

"No, I just... who are you?"

My phone went off, a text from my mom.

Mr. Jones has a son, he goes by Jughead. Find him.

I scoffed. "It's a long story and I have to go find this guy named Jughead..."

He smiled slightly. "That's me. What did my dad do this time?"

"I say that so much you have no idea." I chuckled a bit. "Your dad didn't do anything but I was supposed to stay with him for a little while."

"Why?" Jughead asked.

"He owns my mom a favor." I spoke.

"Your mom is?" He questioned.

"Well her American name was Mye Park, Myeong." I explained.

"The name sounds familiar but I don't know her personally."

"She used to fuck your dad when they were our age."

"Oh umm."