The first time Amelia Reid met Jughead Jones III, her impression of him was not a good one. It wasn't bad, but she wasn't willing to befriend him quite yet. He was sitting at her table during study hall. The table at which she sat alone. Stupid freshmen, don't know their place, she grumbled in her mind, but headed over to the table anyway where she sat across from him without a word.

Jughead Jones III's impression of Amelia Reid was quite the opposite. He watched her walk towards him in her teeny, tiny shorts and Amon Amarth tshirt with tattoos spiraling down her arm. He thought the upperclassman was beautiful and was elated when she sat down across from him. He didn't speak, though. She seemed like she might hit him if he tried.

It was a week before Milly acknowledged him. He was reading Catcher in the Rye; the classic loner novel, for class.

"You have Lynch?" she asked and nodded toward the book, recalling her own freshmen days.

"Who?" Jughead looked up. He didn't even know there was an English teacher named Lynch.

"Aw fuck, Rod. I keep forgetting she got married last year," Milly corrected herself.

Jughead laughed. Rod was his teacher. "Understandable. She's tiny and Irish, but her last name's Rodriguez?"

The corner of her lip twitched up. The kid seemed alright and maybe she had misjudged him. "Milly Reid." She held out her hand across the table. "And before you ask, I'm a junior and no, I don't give a fuck about the SATs."

"Jughead Jones." He shook her hand. "The third," he added as an afterthought. "Freshman, obviously."

Jones. Milly knew a Jones- FP, although his license (which she has seen personally) said Forsythe Pendleton Jones Jr. FP and his Serpent friends occasionally brought their bikes into the auto body shop where Milly worked part time. But Jones is a common name, right?

"You're thinking about something," Jughead pointed out when her gaze drifted away from him.

"Just wondering how common of a name Jones is," she admitted. "Are you related to FP? The guy in the Serpents gang?"

Jughead nodded and made a mental note to ask her how she knew him. "That's my dad."

Milly smirked. Jughead is a third, which means: "So you're real name is-"

"Don't!" Jughead practically shouted. "Don't."

Milly shrugged. "Alright, Jug."