Callie continued on pretending to not be with Sweet Pea, and two obituaries ran about Jughead, one at the Riverdale Register, and one at the Blue and Gold, and back at Riverdale High. Once in a while, Callie would go down to the bunker to talk with Jughead about the plan. With this whole plan on fooling everyone, JellyBean was the only one that knew Jughead was alright. They brought Fp into it pretty quick too.

Callie and Betty knocked on the Sheriff's door, walking in. 

"Betty...Cal," Fp greeted as they stepped in, closing the door. "I, uh...I gave that bloody rock to Charles, he said the FBI is gonna have it tested."

"And when they do, they will tell you that it's covered in fake blood that you can buy at a drugstore," Betty came forward.

"The hell are you talking about?" Fp scoffed. 

"We don't want you to worry anymore," Callie answered. 

"Mr. Jones, we are really sorry that you've been worrying," Betty apologized. "Jughead's fine." Fp stared at the two. "He's...Okay, he's not fine, but he's okay."

"Hold on, you both know where Jughead is?" Fp asked. 

"Yes," Betty answered, Fp sighed heavily. Callie pulled out copies of the notes she and Sweet Pea took. She put it on the desk. "We will tell you everything, okay? But we really, really need your help, please."

"From what I am looking at, I'm afraid to ask, but what kind of help?" Fp asked as he looked over at them. 

"For starters, a search party," Betty answered.

*****
After the morgue, office when Archie and Callie went rogue and told their mom as well. And then there was Veronica's sister, Hermosa, who was sniffing around, looking for bones. At the moment, Callie, Jughead, and Betty barged into writing seminar at Stonewall prep. 

"Hey, guys," Jughead greeted with a smile. "Well, what did you even miss me?"

"You gotta be kidding," Bret stated as he stood up. 

"Mr. Jones," Mr. DuPont breathed in shock. "I...I don't understand. We all thought--"

"That I was dead?" Jughead finished. "Well...Yeah, actually for a minute there, I did too."

"Yeah," Betty and Callie agreed.

"Hey, what's that oft-used Mark Twain quote?" Jughead asked. "Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated."

"What is happening right now?" Joan asked. 

"It is called getting comeuppance, Joan," Betty answered. 

"All of you need to step up your game," Callie stated as Jughead walked over to the board.

"You guys are reading Crime and Punishment, huh?" Jughead noted. "How apropos." He looked at a book before putting it down. "You know, the one kind of crime story that we never really touched upon in this seminar was the time-tested genre of a locked room mystery." Callie headed up to the desk as Betty went over to the doors. "Where all the suspects are sequestered in a room. One or more of them could be the killer, but the door is not unlocked until the identity is revealed. Betty, could you do the honor?" She closed the door locking it from the inside out. 

"The next bell doesn't ring for half an hour," Betty smiled as she turned around. "So for the next 30 minutes, your asses belong to us."

"Let's begin this game of Clue," Callie declared as she sat on the desk. 

"I knew you weren't really dead," Donna said looking at Jughead. 

"Good job, Donna," Betty congratulated. "And yet since you failed to prove it or find Jughead, we had time to figure out all the twists and turns of this murder-mystery that we've all been living for the past few months. Along with the help our Riverdale's bugging Queen."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Donna stated. 

"Don't worry," Jughead laughed as he pulled a stack of stapled papers. "You can read through this, as I'm gonna take you through it, step by step." He handed them to Callie.

"No, this is ridiculous," Bret denied as Callie walked up to Bret. "Mr. DuPont, I'm calling security."

"Shut the hell up, Bret," Callie said as she took his phone. "As Betty said, for the next 30 minutes, we're in charge. So, give Betty your cellphones." Callie held the papers in front of him, his eyes widened in realization at what he was reading. 

"Why the hell--" Joan began.

"Joan, just do what she says," Donna ordered. "We have nothing to hide." She gave up her phone to Betty. 

"I'd get comfortable if I were you guys," Jughead advised. "Cause I'm going to take you through this from the very beginning." Donna's eyes widened at the paper Callie gave her. "Starting with that very curious fact that both Moose Mason and myself were invited to Stonewall Prep during our senior year. Was it like that when you met my grandfather Forsythe the First? He was asked to study at Stonewall too. You were roommates with him, weren't you, Mr. DuPont?

"Yes," Mr. DuPont confirmed. "And you're very much like him, Mr. Jones. Your grandfather was an arrogant fool too."

"Why do you say that, huh?" Jughead asked. He walked over. "Because he had the gull to consider himself worthy of your little inner circle? The first iteration of Stonewall's Literary Society."

"What exactly is this proving, Mr. Jones?" Mr. DuPont asked. 

"This is not a story about a murder," Jughead denied. "This is a story about grandparents and their grandchildren." Donna's smile dropped.

"Of the sins from one generation being passed on to the next," Betty continued. 

"Cycles of violence," Callie said softly. 

"Which brings me neatly to my next point, Halloween," Jughead brought up. "When I was drugged by you psychos. Only to wake up in a coffin and to be let out a day later. To return to my dorm and find that Moose had vanished."

"Also, during Halloween, Callie mentioned to us about her spending it with Bret due to their parents," Betty brought up. "The minute you had a ton of information about her, is the moment you really screwed up."

"Back to the day after Halloween," Callie stated as she crossed her arms.

"So naturally, I assumed he went out the same way as the Stonewall Four, that group of students that mysteriously vanished while attending Stonewall Prep over a few decades," Jughead continued. 

"Oh, here we go again," Bret groaned. 

"For a normal guy you would have a lot of charm Bret," Callie stated. "But not a lot of there-there." He glared at ger.

"Now, Moose's fate was more banal," Jughead said. "He joined the Army. "

"But there's a twist!" Betty brought up. "Mr. Chipping was the one who encouraged Moose to enlist."

"But it was more like forced him to," Callie added.

"So what was the connection between Moose and Chipping that would make him take his advice?" Betty asked. 

"Chipping had recruited Moose the same way he had Jughead," Callie answered. "And then ran him out of Stonewall Prep."

"Meaning what, exactly?" Bret asked. 

"Meaning Chipping knew Moose was going to get murdered and was trying to save his life," Betty answered. 

"And I would remember that next point," Jughead said. "It's gonna be on the qu--"

"Oh, Mr. J--" Mr. DuPont began.

"Shut up!" Jughead snapped at him. "Mr. DuPont, as they say in the Lord of Flies, I have the conch."

"More like we have the conch," Callie corrected. 

"Now, after Halloween is when things got really interesting," Jughead continued. "See, that's when you announced the writing competition. And someone in this very room is going to be anointed the next ghostwriter. You had already taken a shine to me. Mr. DuPont. You were asking about my father and my grandfather." Jughead grabbed his chair. "So imagined my surprise...when I found out that my good-for-nothing drop-out grandfather had actually written the original Baxter Brothers novel." He sat the chair right between DuPont and Donna. Which a young Francis DuPont would steal from him."

"It was a 100% legal transaction," Mr. DuPont corrected. "A sale."

"It's highway robbery," Callie scoffed. 

"A measly five grand for an idea that generated millions of dollars," Jughead brought up. 

"You exploited Forsythe, Mr. DuPont," Betty stated. "You took advantage of a kid from the wrong side of the tracks. And if that secret ever came out, can you imagine the damage that would do to the very valuable Baxter Brothers brand?"

"Hell," Jughead exhaled. "Someone might kill to keep that secret."

"Which is exactly what we thought happened with Mr. Chipping," Callie admitted. 

"I told Chipping about my gramps," Jughead brought up before getting up. "And then he talked to you, Mr. DuPont. And then the very next day well...I think we all remember his dive out the window. I thought you had urged him to do it. I thought you had some leverage over Chipping. I mean, you all were part of the same secret society, Quill and Skull. But it was actually you guys." He looked at the students. "It was your blank expressions as you watched him jump. I just couldn't shake it. That's when I knew there was a deeper game afoot."

"No, Chipping suicided 'cause he was messing around with Donna, she ended it, and she short-circuited," Bret corrected. 

"Except they never really had a physical relationship," Betty corrected. 

"Isn't that right, Donna?" Callie asked as Betty sat in front of her. 

"We had an affair and it got out of hand," Donna stated. 

"Mmm-hmm," Betty nodded. "Yes, an affair that went down exactly like the affair that you had with Mr. Kotter."

"Uh," Donna began.

"Except," Betty cut her off. "I looked into it and...turns out there was no Mr. Kotter."

"And from what I recall from my brother's affair with our teacher from long ago, she ended up just transferring to another town and school," Callie said. "So what's the leverage?"

"Rupert, Rupert had demons," Mr. DuPont answered. 

"Oh he did," Betty confirmed. "Mrs. Chipping filled us in on all those."

"Starting with the fact that he had been drinking more," Callie continued. "And having trouble sleeping at night."

"So then, we started to ask ourselves, what would turn the opportunity of a lifetime, winning the Baxter Brothers contract, into a burden?" Jughead asked. "An albatross? Any ideas?" Their faces all remained blank. "Your ghostwriter's challenge was to devise the perfect murder. What if the real challenge, the real price that someone had to pay was to commit the perfect murder? In order to prove that you could write it, first, you had to do it. I mean, it kind of makes a twisted pathological sense, no?"

"And that's what was tormenting Mr. Chipping," Betty confirmed. "The guilt of what he had done, the blood that he had shed, in order to win the contract."

" Mr. Chipping invited Moose to Stonewall Prep to be the next victim," Jughead said. "To be killed by the next ghostwriter. One of you. And Moose was the perfect candidate. I mean, he was a messed-up kid, he had no family, he couldn't handle the stresses of life."

"Chipping ran Moose out of town," Donna said, she looked over at Callie. "You said it yourself."

"Good, you remember" Callie clapped as Betty got up. "Okay, we think Chipping couldn't go through with it. And-or, maybe he just wanted to atone for what he had done. I mean whatever the reason. He ran Moose the hell away from Stonewall Prep and then killed himself, it was his only escape."

"Pure demented conjecture," Mr. DuPont commented. 

"Oddly enough, when I ran it by my best friend's mom who is a killer, she said it was demented enough to be the truth," Callie said, Mr. DuPont stared at her wildly. 

"Chipping's behavior is hypothesis, but if proven, it shows a pattern of how the previous ghostwriters won their contract, " Betty added. 

"Same year, same month as Chipping was awarded his contract, a Stonewall student disappeared," Jughead said as Betty flipped the board. "One of the so-called Stonewall Four."

"We believe this student was murder by Mr. Chipping," Callie said as Betty pointed to what she had written on the board. 

"Ryan Allan, the previous ghostwriter, who took up the mantle the same month another one of the Stonewall Four disappeared," Betty said. "The sequence holds true for every ghostwriter who preceded them. It's...it's actually incredibly simple."

"Which brings us to a couple of months ago, when I was awarded the contract," Jughead continued. "But why?" He looked at Betty. "To put a target on my back. Probably because I was already circling the truth, so he gave you guys a new challenge. To commit the perfect murder against me, and be awarded the contract."

"So the million-dollar question is who was going to kill Jughead?" Betty asked. "And how?"

"And if you turn to page 4 at the bottom, you will find that answer," Callie said, they all flipped to the pages to read their own conversations. "We know what is on those papers, we want to hear you say it."

"So, which one of you heartless bastards killed me?" Jughead asked. "It was actually Mr. DuPont that gave me a clue. When I asked who had re-written my Baxter Brothers novel, you told me they all had a crack at it. And that suggested to me that each one of you had a hand in my murder.

"Oh, this should be good," Bret smiled.

"You are going to hear where you screwed up, so listen close," Callie advised.

"Donna, you kept Betty busy," Jughead said. "Jonathan pretended to throw Callie's serpent ring in the woods."

"What exactly was that going to do?" Callie asked. "You wanted me to be found at the crime scene remember as well? Instead of finding only Betty at the crime scene. And you put my ring in his mouth? None of you considered getting Jughead's blood on me, not my fingerprints, only Betty. Donna, you knew that I was smart, and came to me to size me up I guess. The very thing obstacle you wanted to get around is something you are all still stuck at."

"Bret, you led me deeper into the woods, where I took off the bunny mask I was wearing and put on my beanie that Callie so graciously patted down with some bake blood to help protect me from the blow," Jughead said. Donna and Bret both looked at each other. "And it was that beanie that kept my head from being completely cracked open when Joan crept up behind me...and hit me with a baseball-sized rock?"

"What? How do you know it was me?" Joan asked. "Why couldn't it have been Jonathan?"

"Well, I don't recall Jonathan wearing your perfume," Jughead pointed out. 

"Yeah, where...Where is Jonathan?" Betty asked. "Or did you kill him because he started to develop a conscience?"

 "He had food poisoning," Donna said. "He still has food poisoning."

"That's odd," Callie said as she pulled out her phone. "That's not at all what I recalled you said. " She hit play and they all heard Donna's vocie. 

"You will go the way of Jonathan, may he rest in peace," Donna's voice rang.

"How did you get that?" Bret asked. 

"Minus a point from you," Betty said. "In case you have forgotten, she was called Riverdale's Bugging Queen earlier."

"Putting Jonahath aside, for now, you had a fool-proof plan, air-tight alibis," Callie stated. "It all should have worked so perfectly, but it didn't. Why?"

"Another mistake, Bret got Callie suspended," Jughead said. "Furthermore, in all your plotting, all of your lurid conspiring and brilliance, you didn't kill me. I mean, whose job was it to check my pulse?"

"Jonathan!" Joan blurted out. Jughead exhaled sharply as everyone looked at her. 

"Oh, you einsteins," Jughead smirked. "All you had to do was hit me in the back of the head hard enough with a rock. You failed spectacularly."

"Yeah, meanwhile, Donna was blowing Devil's breath in my face to set me up as the ultimate fall-girl," Betty added. 

"And I was looking for this," Callie said as she showed off the ring on her finger.

"Devil's Breath? Really?" Bret asked. 

"Yeah, the technical term being scopolamine, which leaves a person highly suggestive and in a drunken state," Callie explained. 

"Which is why I don't remember when Donna led me into the clearing, where Jughead's body was, and placed the bloody rock in my hand, " Betty confirmed.  "Leaving me with literally red-handed with the murder weapon. After which, the four of you returned to the party and ran into Archie and Veronica. And pointed them to Callie, which led them, to where they would find me. Standing over Jughead's corpse. At which point, one of two scenarios could've played out. One, Archie, Callie, and Veronica could turn me in. Two, they followed Callie and Jughead's plan of helping me cover up the murder that I had just committed. Either way, I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. But honestly, you guys could've gotten away with it too."

"Yeah, except, again...you guys didn't kill me," Jughead reminded them. 

****Flashback****

"Archie," Betty breathed as she dropped the rock.

"Oh, my god, oh, my god," Veronica repeated.

"Betty, what happened?" Archie demanded as they all gathered around his Jughead's body.

"All right, start pounding on his chest," Betty instructed through trying to hold back her sobs. "Right now, okay?"

"Vee, use the beanie to stop the bleeding," Callie instructed. "You must know some of the blood is fake and some of it is real, either way, stop the bleeding."

"Go, one, two, three, four, five," Betty counted as Archie pounded on Jughead's chest. Betty gave him mouth to mouth. "Come on, Jug."

"Four, five," Archie counted. 

"Come on Jug," Callie urged along with the others. 

"Betty, he's..." Veronica began.

"Come back to me, Jug," Betty pleaded as she did mouth to mouth again. Jughead opened his eyes, gasping.

"Jug, hey, hey, hey, hey" Betty said trying to keep him awake. "Hey, we're gonna get you to a hospital, okay?"

"No, no hospital," Jughead denied as a hand landed on Callie, she looked back to see Charles. She nodded at him before looking back at Jughead. 

"Hey, stay awake, stay with me, please, Jug," Betty pleaded. "Hey. Stay awake, okay?

***Flashback over****

"Though I didn't regain consciousness for another 36 hours," Jughead said. 

"The worse 36 hours of my life," Betty said, the two grabbed hands. 

"Why would you say that, Jones?" Donna asked. "No hospital. Why would a man on death's door say that?"

 "I honestly, don't know," Jughead said. "Maybe I had a small feeling that you were going to try and frame Betty, and poorly try to add Callie. Either way. I wanted them to have a fighting chance."

"Donna you maybe have been the brains behind your operation," Betty began. "But Callie was the main brain behind ours."

****Flashback to that night****

"Charles," Betty breathed in shock looking back at him.

"What is he doing here?" Veronica asked. 

"We can trust him," Callie assured. "He'll help us, okay?"

***Flashback over****

"We carried Jug through the woods to the old postal road, where my brother Charles already had an FBI med-van waiting for us," Betty explained. 

****Flashback to that night****

They were loading Jughead into the van.

"Is he going to make it?" Archie asked.

"We'll do everything that we can," Charles answered.

"What about us?" Veronica asked. "What do we do?"

"Go back to where you found him, clean the scene," Chares instructed. "Make absolutely certain that you don't leave anything behind, all right?"

"Yes," Callie breathed.

"Also, your clothes are covered with blood," Charles brought up. "You need to get rid of those and get washed up, okay?"

"Okay," they all breathed. 

(Betty's voice.

"And then we did what Charles asked. We went back to the clearing. Threw the bloody rock in the swimming hole.  Took off our clothes and started a bonfire. And then, we went home.

***Flashback over***

"And what happened next was a waking nightmare," Callie said. 

"Not knowing if or when Jughead was going to wake up, and wondering if I had actually been responsible," Betty explained. 

"Wait, but we saw Jughead's corpse at the coroner's office," Bret brought up. "Was he on it?"

"Who? Dr. Curdle Jr.?" Betty asked. 

"Yeah," Callie confirmed. "Mmm-hmm, yeah. We go way back."

"You see Bret, in a town like Riverdale, everybody's got a price," Jughead explained. "And that includes our friendly neighborhood doctor of death."

"Seeing Sweet Pea put fear in your eyes brought me joy," Callie admitted. Jughead smiled at her, before looking back at his other classmates. 

"And while Callie and Betty were keeping you guys busy with a game of cat-and-mouse, I was in the underground bunker untangling this Gordian knot of a year," Jughead explained. "And it is crazy how much untangling you can get done when everyone thinks you're done, with the occasional help from Callie."

"Which brings us, basically, to today," Betty concluded. 

"So, Mr. DuPont..."Jughead began. "The floor is open. What do you think?"

"Oh, Mr. Jones..." Mr. DuPont began as he got up. "A for effort. If nothing else, this fiction is significantly more entertaining than anything you ever produced for my class."

"Oh, did I forget to mention that Betty and I went and saw the Baxter Brothers ghostwriters," Jughead brought up. "And when we told them our theory, they all asked for their lawyers."

"And if brought to court, my mother would be involved, who is a damn good lawyer," Callie added.

"What if you did track them down?" Mr. DuPont asked. "And even if you found one who corroborated your wild theories in some vague way, then you will know that I never explicitly directed my students to or mentees to do anything criminal."

"What a canny serial killer you are, Mr. DuPont," Callie commented. 

"We haven't even gotten to the best part," Jughead smiled as he walked up to the man. 

"Specifically, the three-member of your original literary society...who you murdered," Betty said. "Janes Dallas Brown. Charles W. Chickens, Theodore Weisel...There it is." They saw Mr. DuPont starting to sweat. 

"Let's loop back to the original sin, shall we?" Callie suggested. "When Mr. DuPont stole, and I do mean stole Jughead's grandfather's original Baxter Brothers novel."

" A fact known to you, Mr. DuPont, and of course, Jughead's grandfather but also to your inner circle, your classmates," Betty said. "The corrupt secret at the heart of an empire."

"Although it wasn't an empire just yet," Jughead stated. "It was a house of cards that you built over many decades. And the bigger it got, the more worried you became that one little slip of the tongue would send the whole thing tumbling down. Your life's work would be revealed as a lie, and you a fraud. And a thief. And a man of dishonor."

"So, you started going after people who knew the truth and started staging their accidental deaths," Betty continued. Jughead placed newspaper articles in front of the man.  

"You cut brakes, you tampered with fuselages," Callie listed. "You compromised oxygen tanks. Until there was only one living member of your literary society left."

"Betty, I think it's time we let in our guests," Jughead suggested. 

"With pleasure," Betty smiled, she headed towards the door. Betty opened the door, in walked Charles, Fp, Sweet Pea, and Jughead's grandfather.

"Forsythe," Mr. DuPont greeted as Sweet Pea went over to Bret, the prep had fear in his eyes.

"Live and in the flesh," Jughead confirmed.

"Hello, Francis." Forsythe greeted. 

"Why don't you tell him what you told us, Grandpa?" Jughead suggested. 

"Weisel came to see me before he died," Grandpa Jones informed. "He hadn't slept in days. He told me that you killed Charles and Jane 'cause they were gonna spill the truth about the damn Baxter Brothers. He said we knew too much and you were gonna off us, too."

"You and I know Theodore was a paranoid drunk," Mr. DuPont reminded him. 

"But two days later, the expert diver drowned in shallow water," Grandpa Jones said. "So he was right, and I was next. So, I went out for a pack of cigarettes...and never came back." He looked at Fp. 

"What were you doing off-grid since 2002, exactly?" Jughead asked. 

"Collecting evidence that linked Francis here with the murders of Charles and Jane and Theodore," Grandpa Jones answered. "I started by calling hotels and motels near the accident sites."

"You know what the one thing I couldn't figure out at first was, Mr. DuPont?" Jughead asked. "That if Moose was invited to Stonewall Prep to be the next victim, then why was I also invited? I was bait to lure my grandfather out of hiding. so you could finish the job that you started."

"Took off like a coward after Jughead found me," Grandpa Jones admitted. 

"But to my old man's credit, when Charles, Sweet Pea, and I found him, the second time, and he heard to his grandson, he figured it was finally time to take your ass down," Fp explained. 

"While you were in here playing Agatha Christies, my team was combing through DuPont's for the last hour," Charles added. "Now, given the trophies of your next victims that we found in your hollowed out OED, and your ghostwriters lawyering up, not to mention Forsythe's detective work...Well, why don't you tell him?"

"It's over, Francis," Forsythe declared. 

"You...You call me a thief and a coward," Mr. DuPont said before backing up. "Well, I'm not. I'm a builder. I built the Baxter Brothers franchise and with that money, I helped build this school. Without me, neither would exist."

"Francis DuPont, you have the right to remain silent," Charles said as he took out handcuffs. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

"Never," Mr. DuPont declined. "A writer's power is in his words. Only the meek and timid choose silence. Oh, I am a man of honor." He stared at all of them. "To the end." He threw himself out the window, they went over to the window to see the result of DuPont dead on the ground. The students tried to turn for it, Sweet Pea stepped in front of them, folding his arms, bopping his head. They brought everyone down to where Charles held his FBI office. Callie now waited outside the office where Charles was questioning Bret. The door opened, Charles left, and Callie entered. 

"Bret," Callie greeted. "How stupid did you think I was?"

"I--" Bret began as he set up straighter.

"Did you really want to go on a date with me? Or did Donna set you up?" Callie asked.

"Yes to both," Bret answered. "After community center, I will be able to." Callie tilted her head. "Does those slimy snakes know you have that ring back?"

"With or without a ring, I still have an alliance with them," Callie answered. "You commented Betty on her amateur move of sticking a bug in your dorm, yet you couldn't find mine."

"When did you--" Bret began.

"I was looking for my shoe," Callie answered. "You made a lot of mistakes, trying to close to me and under my skin being a giant one, I suggest you do better research next time, that's if there is a next time." Bret's eyes widen, the door opened, they looked over to Sweet Pea, Fp, and Jughead, they had all had brass knuckles. 

"A bunch of snakes," Bret said. "And one that wants to kill you." Sweet Pea's fist landed in front of Callie's face, she pulled his fist closer to her face, kissing the metal on his knuckles.

"We still need him to talk," Callie said. "But don't go easy."

"I'll try my best to hold back, no promises," Sweet Pea said as Callie left the room, Jughead closed the blinds.

"What the hell is this?" Bret asked.

"The counter for your counter," Fp answered as he took the first punch.

"And for kissing my girlfriend," Sweet Pea said. 

****
Callie was now at Sweet pea's trailer, they were watching Alice's news report. 

"Hidden in a secret compartment behind Stonewall's crest was a treasure trove of dark secrets. Illegally recorded videotapes, more fuel to add to the firestorm of controversy that is consuming one of the country's oldest and more prestigious prep schools. For now, Stonewall Prep's doors remain open, but its secret society Quill and Skull has been disbanded. For RIVW news, this is Alice Smith. It's good to be back, Riverdale."

"Bret muttered something," Sweet Pea brought up as he picked his head up. "About you..."

"Hm?" Callie asked.

"That you enjoyed that kiss between the two?" Sweet Pea brought up.

"Oh please, it was not enjoyable," Callie denied. "The only reason he enjoyed it cause he got to kiss me and look further down my dress."

"There's nothing you like about him?" Sweet Pea asked.

" I like when you put fear into his eyes," Callie admitted. "Does that count for anything?" Sweet Pea laughed as he put his head back down. 

*****
Callie and Sweet Pea went to Pops to join the other couples.

"Maybe something good did come out of this whole Stonewall mess," Jughead admitted. "My dad and my grandfather talking again for the first time in 30 years! Who would've thought of that?"

"You think your dad will forgive him?" Sweet Pea asked. 

"Oh, I don't know," Jughead answered. "I mean, they have a lot of bad history between each other, but...I hope so."

"All right, guys," Archie said grabbing his shake. "Let's make a vow." They all groaned. "I know. I know. The last time we made a vow to have a normal senior year, everything went to hell pretty quick. But we only have two, three months left. Let's end it on a high note."

"Are we just going to ignore the fact that Archie and I will probably not be graduating with you guys?" Jughead brought up. 

"Jug, do you think really think the rest of us are going to sit idly by and not help you, two graduate?" Betty asked. 

"Archie Andrews and Jughead Jones, you will graduate," Veronica declared. "Even if it takes a thousand tutors, you will set aside everything. No more mysteries...you too Callie." She looked at Veronica. "And make graduating your sole purpose in life."

"Why does that sound like a threat?" Jughead asked with a smile. 

"Because it is," Veronica confirmed. "Your very first tutor will be Callie."

"You jinxed yourself," Betty said looking at Jughead. "She's going to murder you." Callie just smiled.

"Nothing can save you," Sweet Pea admitted. "I'm sorry." 

"To going out on top together," Callie declared. 

"Cheers," Betty said.

"Cheers to that," Jughead said as they clinked glasses. 

"Guys," Kevin greeted walking up to them. "Guys, just a reminder. I'm posting the sign-up sheet for the variety show tomorrow, you all have to perform. Even you, Jughead."

"Count us in, Kev," Betty smiled. 

"Oh no," Jughead groaned. They pulled Kevin into the booth.

"Check out this list of local names," Kevin said as Veronica offered him fries.