~two weeks later~

It's been a couple weeks since that horrid night. I've avoided all things gang related pretty well. That includes, very much to Jughead's dismay, anything rlated to the Serpents. I'll be able to a lot easier now that my uncle is transferring me to a school on the Northside.

I'm being transfered because Dave found out I was raped on school grounds. I'm still going to be able to see my Southside friends and Jughead, when I'm ready to, and stay the weekend with Sweet Pea or Jughead if Dave allows me. I'm just not allowed to go to Southside High.

In the past two weeks my birth certificate got fully filled out. My name is now officially Aydon Grace Jones. Dad didn't have his name on my birth certificate because mom never told him I was his until she left a copy of her diary to him in her will. She was hoping, when she did that, she would die of old age and her diary would go to his oldest child out of Jellybean and Jughead.

Also in the two weeks Jughead is sticking his feet in venomous waters by talking to the Snake Charmer. Also, obviously, because he is still in jail, dad signed my birth certificate in a court room with a judge after blood work and a cheek swab.

Jughead is also trying to do a lot and it's kind of worrying me. Also, side note, Betty has been coming to the Wyrm a lot lately, but she's never seem me, so she has no idea I'm back in town. I can't wait to surprise her when I get the Riverdale High.

I got dressed in a normal outfit. I wasn't going to go overly normal, but normal enough I wouldn't feel uncomfortable in my own skin. I grabbed my book bag, which I love to pieces because it shows my other side of me perfectly. It's a pink and purple gradient with grey squiggle lines all over, giving it a marble effect. I am a age regressor, that's were the pink and purple color scheme came from.

Before you start yelling at me saying I'm make child things sexual, I'm not. Age regression is a coping thing and is recommended by a lot of psychiatrists. My psychiatrist, the one I had before the move, suggested it to me and I have stuck with it for the past year. DDlg and Age Regression are WAY different. Age regression you can do by yourself or with a partner, but never does it have sex involved while in headspace. DDlg is a power exchange. You have rules and punishments, most of the time punishments are sexual. Age regression has been poisoned by people who are in kink tagging their non-kink related counterpart. Age regression and DDlg are similar, but are also very different.

I walked to school, because I don't have another way to school. I started to feel sick to my stomach, but I just push it off as stress. I plug in my ear buds in and press play on a song.

I put it on repeat, because why not. I walked to Riverdale high and stared at the building. There were students flooding the school yard. It was intimidating, and I felt out of place. Everyone was in bright colors or a uniform of some sorts. I glanced down at my clothes and bit my lip, a nervous habit I've had since I was little. Only people who knew me would know that habit.

"Aydon? Is that you?! It's been ages!" A female voice shocked me back to reality.

I looked around and saw none other than Betty Cooper coming towards me. Great, her loud yelling probably alerted the Blossom slut, Cheryl, I was back.

"Geez Bets. Say it louder. I don't think Cheryl and Jason heard you," I said, I honestly was joking.

Her face dropped. Uh oh, it's probably still too soon to talk about his death. Betty came over to me and sat down beside me. She wore a sad expression. I didn't know Betty could ever be sad.

"Aydon, this past July 4th Jason Blossom went missing. Two weeks later he was found in Sweetwater river. He had been shot dead by Mr. Blossom and FP saw him in the Serpent basement and shoved him in a freezer for a week," Betty said.

I was in fake shock. My dad hid a body. I already knew this. Jughead explained everything to me when he told me dad was in jail. Then I got it told to me by Sweet Pea.

"When FP was arrested Mr. Blossom threatened Juggie's life if he didn't confess to murdering Jason. FP, loving Jughead the way he does, confessed to murder. After a while we, Archie, Jughead, Veronica and myself, discovered the video footage of Mr. Blossom killing Jason. Now we need to get your timetable, I'll fill you in on the rest after school at Pop's," Betty said.

She stood up and yanked her book bag off the ground. I followed suite, getting lightheaded even though I stood up slowly. I felt another wave of nausea hit me, but I was able to manage it. I fear the moment I can't push it aside. I walked to the main office, being guided by Betty.

Dad hid the body of my bully in a freezer, he admitted the murder to save Jughead, somehow he's out of jail. I need to appreciate this man more. I mean, I will because he's my father, but you get what I mean.

I followed Betty to the office and she introduced me to the woman at the desk. She was an older lady with her salt and pepper hair cut short and curled closely to her head.

"Oh, you're the transfer from Southside," the woman said rudely.

Betty looked at me with hopeful eyes. There was also I but of shock in her eyes and her mouth hung agap, but eye eyes were mostly hopeful.

"Did you see Jug? I haven't talked to him in two weeks," she said.

"I have, and I have a clue as to why he hasn't seen you, but it's not my place to say," I said.

"Okay, miss Jones get your timetable and leave my office. I don't want it contaminated with your Southside germs," the woman said rudely.

What is her deal with me? I haven't done anything. Her comment on my newly dubbed last name grabbed Betty's attention.

"Wait, why did she call you 'Miss Jones'?" Betty questioned.

I let a sigh escape my lips and grabbed my timetable from the rude woman. I gave her a soft smile and walked out, Betty hot on my tail still questioning me. I found a student lounge and sat down on a sofa, looking over my timetable. Betty said beside me.

"Aydon, what are you not telling me?" Betty asked.

Her voice was so calm, classic Betty. She always seemed to remain calm, to a point, when she was upset or mad. I looked at her, desperation to know washed over her eyes. I couldn't help but get lost in her eyes. Betty has a super power to do that to everyone.

"Listen, I would love to tell you, honest, but it's not my place to say. Also, I know Jason died, Jughead told me when he explained how FP got in Shankshaw," I told her.

"Then who's is it?" She asked, in the same tone.

"FP and Jughead's," I simply stated before the bell rang.

I followed Betty to first period, because she had taken my timetable from me and looked over it. I had all her classes. I wasn't complaining it would be nice to actually know someone in my classes. I mean I know most people here, but I doubt they will recognize me just by looks. I stood in front of the class and scanned the room. There was so many faces that were familiar, in good ways and bad.

"Sit with me, I know you like to sit in the back ever since you got your glasses, so I'll sit in the back with you today," Betty whispered to me.

I just nodded and weaved my way through to the back of the room. Everything was bearable, until Miss Queen Bee Cheryl Blossom came waltzing in the room. Like literally waltzing. Gracefully striding down the isles of the science lab. Smiling at and making eye contact with all the jocks and glaring daggers at the famous Archie Andrews. Then her eyes landed on me. I cringed at how worse she looked at me than she did Archie. With so much more hate than when we were in Junior High.

"Well, well. Look who decides to show a face around here, after everything. Did you get lost on the way to Insaneville? Or did you come here with a Vendetta? Could you, be the one hurting innocent people?" Cheryl interrogated.

I looked at Betty confused. I was so lost. Also to make matters worse the nausea came back. I pressed the back of my hand to my nose and covering my mouth. My mouth started involuntarily open wide as I silently gagged, all while still looking at Betty confused.

"Jughead didn't tell you? Fred was shot at Pop's," Betty whispered.

I shook my head. He didn't tell me that. I was shocked. I don't think anyone in Riverdale had a grudge against Fred. I waited a minute and the nausea passed again. I looked at Betty and then to Archie. I stood up and walked to Archie.

"Hey, Arch. I just heard what happened. Are you and Uncle Fred okay?" I asked.

"Yeah Grace. Dad's getting better, but I can't sleep. I'm worried the guy will come back," Archie said.

I hugged Archie tightly. I was terrified of what was going on with Archie. I was worried he'd be mad at me because no one in Riverdale knew my mom was related to Fred. They were best friends in school and later in life they found out my mom was the sibling Fred's parents gave up for adoption making me and Archie cousins. Sad really, they wanted my mom so bad but could hardly make ends meet so they made the biggest choice ever and gave her to a, what they though was loving, family on the Southside.

"Wait, you're cousins? And so the plot thickens. Mark my words Aydon, your mother was a no good serpent and I expect you're the same trouble making thing she was," Cheryl hissed.

"What is your problem? You and Jason both were so cruel to me since we were all in diapers. Can't be because I'm the daughter of serpents. Your parents loved me because they thought I would turn out like my step-father. A drug selling Ghoulie. Well, I'm not going to be like that. By the way Cheryl, I'm sorry about your father and Jason," I said.

I went to my seat just before the teacher walked in. Cheryl slid into a desk on the opposite side of Archie, there was a black haired girl on the right of Archie. As the teacher came in so did another student. He was cute, but he couldn't hold a candle to Sweet Pea. He sat on my left, Betty was on my right.

"Alright class, today will just be a couple of notes. Write at your own pace. The notes will be on the board," the teacher said.

He sat at his desk after pulling up a projector screen. I got out a notebook quickly and started jotting down the notes. It was my Science notebook from Southside. It was green and had horribly drawn doodles of animals on the inside cover.

I was one of the first ones done writing the notes. Shockingly Riverdale High is half a unit behind Southside High, so I just wrote down the key points my Science teach at Southside High didn't have. It's a good thing I finished so quickly, because the nausea came back ten minutes before I finished the notes and it was just increasing.

I quickly ran out of the room not caring who was watching. I didn't care if I broke a school rule. I couldn't talk because if I tried the bile in my throat would erupt from my mouth. I ran to the nearest bathroom and into the biggest stall. After quickly locking the stall and fell to my knees before the toilet, my mouth became a volcano but instead of lava it was vomit that erupted from my mouth.

I threw up for ten minutes or so. After it died down I was just coughing and gagging, my body's way of getting rid of the last bit of vomit. I probably just have the stomach flu. I'll go back to class and go through the rest of the day. I get off the floor carefully so I don't get dizzy. After cleaning up in the bathroom I walked back to class calmly, preparing to explain myself to the whole class. Deciding whether to lie or to tell the truth. I landed on the choice of vaguely telling the truth.

I walked back in the class and only the teacher looked up. He beckoned me to his desk and I slowly walked over. Once at his desk he stands and beckons me to follow him. I followed him into the supply closest. It was like a teacher work room but filled with all kinds of science supplies.

"Why did you run out of my class Miss Jones?" He asked.

"I'm so sorry sir. I felt nauseated and if I were to ask to leave I would have vomited,"

I looked to the floor after speaking. Waiting for him to give me a harsh punishment. That, though, never came. I looked up and was met with sympathy. God, I hate sympathetic looks. I've been getting them from everyone who knew my mother since she died. I still get them when walking the streets of Riverdale.

"You should go home. I'll tell one of your classmates to collect your work from your remaining classes. Now go pack up and leave," the teacher said.

I nodded and reluctantly went to pack up my stuff. Betty looked over at me questionably. I mouth to her that I'm feeling a bit sick and teacher is sending me home. She nods sympathetically. I internally groan at her sympathy. After all my stuff was packed up I head out of the room. I walk the corridors to the main exit.

I stand outside and think a minute. I debate on going straight home or if I should go to the drug store. I decide to go to the drug store just to look around and get some female products as well as a few pregnancy tests just in case. I doubt I'm pregnant but better safe than sorry, right?

I walked all the way across town to the pharmaceutical store, or as all us lazy ass newer generations call it, the the drug store. I walk in and I'm exhausted, I never get exhausted from just walking even if it was five or six miles. I sit down on one of those uncomfortable metal benches that pharmacies always have until I caught my breath. Once I was ready to stand I walked to the feminine hygiene aisle. I decided just to get the stupid pregnancy tests because honestly I only have enough cash for three boxes. I grabbed three different brands of tests and sped walked to the check out.

Once checked out and outside I tested Jughead to come pick me up. Sunnyside is another four miles from the drug store so I most likely would die from that walk on top of the walk to the drug store.

Juggy👑: sure, but you're explaining when I get there.

I sighed at the text. Of course I'd have to explain why I wasn't in school and why I trekked all the way from Riverdale High to the drug store. I sat on the curb and waited for Jughead's motorcycle to pull up. I didn't have to wait long, around ten minutes in case you wanted to know.

He pulled up and killed the engine. He pulled off his helmet and looked at me. I stood up and stuffed the bag in my book bag. I slipped my book bag onto my shoulders once I was fully off the ground. I got on the back of his bike, not saying a word to him and he not to me. He handed me his helmet and I slowly put it on.

I wasn't going to tell Jughead that I think I'm pregnant. He'll ask how it happened and then I'll have to explain it to him. He'd blame himself for years to come. The guilt would eat him alive and drive him insane.

"Care to explain why you're all the way across town from your school?" Jughead asked.

"Was feeling sick. My teacher let me go early. I walked here to get medicine because Uncle Dave is in Greendale for two more days. You were in school too and Dad's in jail. I didn't know what else to do. I wasn't hitchhiking here," I said.

My voice was wavering a bit. Worry was evident in my voice and body language. He didn't ask any questions and started the engine. He drove me home, well to his trailer. I wasn't ready to go home, but I knew I need to in order to take the pregnancy tests.

I decided to take them at Jughead's trailer, but I'd have to hide them in the bag and then hide the bag somewhere on my person or in my school bag. I hate secrets, but I can't let Jughead know what happened to me at the school. Let's just hope the tests come back negative and I actually just have the stomach flu or something that can be treated with medicine and time off school to rest.

"Hey, Jug, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom right quick. We can work on my work Betty is bringing over later," I said.

He just nodded and I stood up. I still had the bag stuck in the hem of my jeans so I just had to go to the bathroom without Jughead seeing it. I held my breath as I made my way to the bathroom. Once the door was shut and locked I let the breath out in a heavy sigh.

"Let's just get this over with," I mumbled to myself.

I went to the toilet and did as the boxes instructed me to do. After I was done I sat all the tests, on top of the plastic shopping bag, on the counter by the sink. I sat on the floor right against the bathroom door.

After a few minutes of procrastination I finally stand up. My legs were shaking with nerves. My stomach was in a tight knot, giving me the feeling of needing to evacuate my stomach contents. I took a deep breath and gripped the bathroom counter. I counted to three in my head and forced myself to look.

A sob escaped my lips at the sight that lay on the counter. Tears streamed down my face. I can't do this, but I also can't get rid of the baby. They're MY baby, who cares who the father is. I just can't deal with the fact that I'll be raising the product of rape. I'm scared that's all I'll see when I look at the child.

I put the tests in the plastic bag and walked out of the bathroom, but not before I cleaned my face. I calmed myself the best I could as I made my way to the living room. My legs were a little shaky, but my legs usually shake when I'm sick so Jughead won't bother to ask.

This, though, is another secret to throw on the pile. Let's hope that with so many secrets nothing bad comes of it.