So here it is, the first chapter of this crazy little Riverdale fic I've been working on. Be prepared I edited this myself so if there's any errors please let me know and I will fix them. Also there is a few warnings at the end of the chapter, the rating of this story may go up as we go but as of yet it'll stay where it is. If you want to check out any of the edits or other sneaks I have for this story they're posted on my Tumblr at .com Also the italics at the beginning is Jughead's narration just like on the show hope you all like it.

Chapter 1: Tarnished Innocence

Riverdale is the kind of town that if you scratch the surface of the people living here you'll find more than one dark little secret. Even its younger citizens have things they'd rather hide, places they'd rather not go. One of those places is the south side of town, home to our very own worst of the worst. That's why this looks so strange but, it's far from out of the norm.

High heels click, clacked down the cracked, broken sidewalk. Not the kind of shoes most people in this run down neighbourhood would wear. One look at the girl and you'd think she was lost. Her clothes were very expensive but well worn. She continued walking even when she heard a wolf-whistle behind her. Without looking she stuck her middle finger behind her and the cat calls stopped. That is until about half a block down when two rough looking men stepped out in front of her. She stopped so quick her heels scuffed the concrete and she would have fallen if she wasn't so used to walking in them.

"Come on baby," one of them said, "you look ready to party."

"Yeah. Dressed right up, isn't she Drew?" The second one winked at his buddy.

The girl rolled her heavily made up blue eyes before trying to turn around. There was another two guys behind her. She noticed that they all had a large snake tattooed on their necks.

"Well if you gentlemen don't get out of my way, I'm going to be late to a meeting," she spoke in a soft voice all smiles and sweetness.

"We know. He sent us instead," Drew the first man who spoke while raking his eyes from her expensive heels all the way up to her perfectly styled hair, "he was busy today."

"Well do you have something for me then?" She asked her smile never leaving her face as her eyes assessed him.

He nodded to one of the guys behind and they produced a large bright red purse. He handed it over before holding his hand out for the rich black leather one she had over her shoulder. She looked from him to the man named Drew.

"Does this look like it matches my outfit?" She turned her nose up, "and could you pick a more obvious one?"

"We don't pick them sweetie," she took it begrudgingly, "he also said he expects a little extra from his favourite."

Frankie unzipped the bag to see it full of small plastic baggies with an assortment of pills and powders, "if he expects that then he better have a gift in that one for me when I come back," she zipped the bag back up and situated it on her shoulder.

"I don't think you should be the one demanding things," one of the men behind her stepped closer but her smile grew when she seen Drew shake his head lightly at the other man.

"Then tell him we'll be talking when I get back after the party tomorrow night," she turned on her heel walking between the men behind her as they moved out of the way, "and he better come himself I'm not dealing with anyone else. That's not the deal."

The men watched her walk away. As soon as she was out of sight she took a deep shaking breath to calm her nerves. She hated when he added to the order. But she knew it wasn't a suggestion either. The girl pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialled a familiar number.

After a few rings the phone picked up and before the person on the other end could say anything, "pick me up at our spot in ten minutes."

The sleek red car pulls up beside the girl as she's sitting on a park bench in a much nicer neighbourhood. Her red purse sits beside her, a pair of expensive looking sunglasses on her face as she adjusts her lip gloss. She was taking too long as the driver ducks his ahead down so he can see better.

"Are you getting in?" The red haired boy behind the wheel smirks over at her.

She bounces up and into the car swinging her purse into the back seat, he looks over his designer glasses at her.

"So where are we going today?" She asked returning his smile.

"It's a surprise," he pulls away from the curb speeding up causing the girl to giggle.

The same red car is parked in the woods some time later, windows fogged up. The same girl and boy are now in the back seat both half dressed. She's smoking a cigarette while he lays across the seat his feet in her lap, hands behind his head. She puffs out some smoke and offers him the lit cigarette. The boy shakes his head sending his sweat damp and curly hair flopping into his face, causing the girl to giggle again.

"So are you coming to my Fourth of July party?" He asked casually eyeing the purse where it sits beside her bare feet.

"I do believe I can make an appearance," she smiled taking one last drag of her cigarette and throwing it out of the partially cracked window.

"Good. Because I want to see you again," he leaned forward and went to kiss her cheek.

"You know the deal," she put her finger up to stop him, "business before pleasure."

He rolled his blue eyes before he smiled again. He leaned over reaching under the driver's seat and coming up with a large envelope. He handed it to her and she hands him her purse. He opens it to check out the contents while she opens the envelope, counting the stacks without taking them out.

"There's a bonus in there just for you," he told her smoothly not looking up.

"I've told you before, it all goes through him," she sighs, "you know what he does to people who he thinks are stealing from him, never ends well."

She sets the envelope on the floor and starts getting dressed. They get out of the car and he leans over the top of the car smiling across at her.

"So I'll see you at the party tomorrow then?" He asked and she nodded her agreement.

Before she could say more he was hopping in the car and starting the engine. The girl goes to reach in to grab the envelope when he takes off slightly causing the car door to slam shut.

"What the fuck?" She yells and he stops again.

"Encouragement to come to the party," he tells her.

"I already told you I was coming," she laughed.

"Fine encouragement to end the night in my bed," he smiled predatorily.

"That's not funny you know we aren't like that," she looked sad, "unless you're willing to add to that envelope because you only paid me for today."

"I don't get a freebie?" His grin turned even more wicked.

"This isn't funny. Give me the envelope," a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Either we have another little meeting or you don't get it back," this time his eyes darken dangerously, "because I know what he'll do to you if you don't get him his money. You choose his wrath or my pleasure. I'll know you answer by tomorrow night Francine or its your neck," with that he tore off down the road.

"It's Frankie!" She hollered at the car as it drove away, "you're going to regret this Jason Blossom!'

By the time she hit the edge of town she was walking barefoot, packing her expensive heels in her hand. Frankie was starving and craving a good greasy meal at Pop's. She leaned against the building putting her shoes back on before straightening her dress and hair quickly. Then she was striding confidently into Pops a bright smile on her face. She strode to her usual spot sitting down at the counter chin in her hands.

"The usual hun?" One of the waitresses asked.

"Milkshake yeah," she smiled at the older woman, "and can I get a large fries and gravy too please Beth?"

"Sure thing," Beth returns her smile putting the order in with Pops.

Beth busies herself making Frankie her usual shake while Frankie looks through her phone noticing a message asking for a time to meet up. Frankie sighed heavily as Beth set her shake in front of her. Frankie looked up making eye contact and a little nod while Beth went back to check on her order. Mint hits her tastebuds as she takes a long sip of the shake.

She feels someone walk up behind her as Beth sets her food down in front of her, "that's $10.95 Hun," and Frankie starts patting her pockets.

Her wallet must have fallen out in Jason's car, "ummm..." She continues to pat as she tries to come up with a plan.

Frankie watched someone reach around her to pass Beth a $20, "keep the change," the boy tells her.

"You didn't have to do that," Frankie looked over at him.

"Unless you have a credit card hidden up that short skirt I think the better response is thank you," the boy adjusted his beanie over his dark hair as his mouth moved into a small smirk.

Frankie rolled her eyes and then smiled sickly sweet at him, "thank you Jughead," tilting her head for even more mock innocence.

"Oh she knows my name?" He jokes sitting down beside her setting his bag on the counter.

Beth passes him a full coffee cup that he starts to sip at as he steals a fry, "those aren't your's," Frankie warns her smile slipping slightly.

"I'm pretty sure the money I paid for them makes them mine," he took another dipping it in the gravy.

Frankie didn't answer just took another fry herself popping it into her mouth smile still intact if not dimmed on the edges. She was hoping he wouldn't notice but she caught Jughead watching her out of the corner of his eye. You'd be a fool not to know her reputation around this town, although she'd been able to keep it a secret from her brother. That was pretty easy, he wasn't around at the moment. Frankie took another sip of her shake before dipping a fry into it, Jughead raised his brow at her.

"What?" She asked taking a bit and letting out a quiet moan of pleasure.

"That looks disgusting," Jughead attempted to turn his nose up which only caused Frankie to laugh.

"You mean I actually found a food that the great Jughead Jones has not tried?" Frankie's smile was blinding as she took another fry dunking it into her shake before passing it to him.

"I'm not trying that," he stared at the fry incredulously.

"I'll pay you five dollars to do it," she wagged the fry at him and he finally took it from her.

He flattened her with a deadpan look, "That shit hasn't worked since the sixth grade."

"I wouldn't know," Frank said under her breath as her smile slipped again the spark definitely not reaching her bright blue eyes.

Jughead had forgotten about the incident in sixth grade and just as he was about to say something the bell over the door went off. The pair turned to see Jughead's best friend Archie stride through the door.

"Hey Jug I need to talk to you," Archie called as he made his way over.

Jughead looked over at Frankie, "can it wait Arch? I was just in the middle of something."

It was like Archie finally noticed who was sitting next to his friend, "it's kinda important," he said as he bounced on his heels clearly nervous.

"Don't worry about it Jones," Frankie didn't look up from her shake.

Jughead definitely noticed the cold tone that had crept into her voice, "I'll be right back," he assured her with his best attempt at a smile before following Archie outside.

Frankie watched through the window as the two friends started to argue, she flagged Beth down, "can I get my shake in a to go cup and he can have the rest when he comes back?"

The waitress did as asked, "the back doors open if you wanna go that way," she offered handing the cup back as she watched Frankie's normally bright smiling face fall into a cold mask watching the two boys who seemed in an intense argument.

"Thanks," she said and then slipped out the back of the diner.

Frankie headed off down the alley knowing that Jughead would be back shortly and the odds of him trying to find her were good. She wasn't sure what his motives would be. The little moment they'd had was like a bubble in time. As she continued on she swore she could hear footsteps behind her. She turned to look and sure enough a hulking guy was walking about ten feet away. Her mind panicked and she picked up the pace. Before she could make it to the other end of the alley though there was a black pick up truck pulling in her way.

"Shit!" She swore trying to look around to find another exit which wasn't going to be easy considering the length of her skirt and the height of her heels.

"You better get in," the voice from inside the truck demanded.

Frankie sighed opening the door and hopping in which was a feat in these shoes if she did say so herself. She sat gingerly in the seat putting her seat belt on as the man pulled away. He was in his early forties at least and definitely not the type you'd picture a sixteen year old girl riding around with. He was scruffy, hair unkempt and a familiar tattoo on his neck.

"You seem to be walking around a little too lightly this afternoon," he pointed out.

"Yeah I left my purse at home today," she answered simply while trying to keep her handle from shaking in fear.

"Oh so my guys didn't see you walking along the highway into town without it?" He raised a brow as his dark eyes tried assessing her while driving, "and they also didn't see you ignoring my texts at Pop's?"

Frankie swallowed harshly before remembering the shake, taking a large sip. The man beside her reached over causing her to stiffen. But he just grabbed the shake putting the straw in his mouth. But he didn't take a sip right away, licking his lips first.

"What is that gloss you're wearing? Strawberry?" He didn't wait for an answer as he took a long sip of her shake before giving it back.

They rode in silence for a while when Frankie realized they were headed towards her house, the truck stopped out front, "thanks," she said feeling small and alone in the truck.

"I expect that payment tomorrow night," he leaned over opening the door for her, "or I will find another way to get what I'm owed."

His face was right next to her's and he had a look of anger simmering behind his eyes so she dropped her blues, "I'm sorry FP."

"That's my girl," he smiled sitting back as she got out of the truck and trudge to the house.

Frank tried her best not to run into the dark house, the minute she was inside and the silence set in she slid down the inside of the door. When the tears came they were hard to stop. She was so worn out she curled up there and was asleep within minutes.

By the time she'll wake up the next morning the news will have broke about Jason Blossom's disappearance and there will be a text message telling her she better not run. Frankie will be shocked just as much as anyone else in Riverdale. But she will also be terrified of what FP is capable of now that she has no idea where his drugs or money have gone. Frankie will live in that fear for a week before FP finally pulls her back into that truck.

And so starts Riverdale's descent into the darkness we were so young and naive to let go by unnoticed. This was the year that burnt away the rest of our innocence, those of us that still had some left anyway. Some of us thought we were tarnished blacker than the Lodge's fine silver but that year proved there was more dirt to be tossed on our graves.