Jughead Jones was pessimistic, and cynical. But even so he couldn't believe Betty didn't want anything to do with him anymore. What they shared was real. He could feel it in his bones everytime they touched, kissed. Heck! She told him she loved him that day after the jubilee. And he said it back, and meant it. Something he never though he would.

He couldn't leave it like this! He had to find her. He ached for her in his embrace. So after his initiation to the Southside serpents, and after a well... An unexpected kiss; he realized that he couldn't just ignore the hurt growing inside him.

Yes, he realized they had grown apart these past few days, as they didn't go to the same school anymore but everytime they saw each other, touched each other, his worries, even if just for a moment, disappeared.

Grabbing his leather Southside Serpents jacket, he headed out the trailer and hoped on his motorcycle.
He arrived within minutes, speeding through the empty calm roads.

Getting off he noticed the still feeling of the house. Was she asleep? Could she sleep after the breakup? It didn't matter he had to see her. He had to know why?! Making a quick visit to Archie's garage, he grabbed a latter to climb up her window. He knocked quietly so he wouldn't wake up Alice or Hal, but loud enough to wake her up. Nothing. He tried again.

It was then that he realized, after his eyes adapted to the darkness of the room that she wasn't there. He was about to leave, but something told him that if he left now his opportunity would be gone. So he opened the window, which if he might add was a dangerous, and reckless move of Betty, anyone could climb in just like he was.

He closed the window and waited. It wasn't long before she made her quiet entrance from the restroom, she had taken a shower. He stood there in silence, in the shadows watching her. He heard a sniff and he know something was wrong. And so he did the next most logical thing; sneak up to her and cover her mouth so she wouldn't scream.

He felt her body tense up, his hand feeling the dampness of her face. She had been crying. "Don't scream it's me. Jug." He could smell her scent, and it drive him crazy. He just couldn't understand why she had broken it body relaxed and tensed up again in seconds, she nodded.

Separating he could see her watery eyes and her irritated nose from crying. "Jug?" She sniffed. "What are you doing here?"

He stopped, what did that mean? Did she really not want to see him anymore?

"I came to-to talk about us."Jugs words were hesitant but decisive.

Betty wiped her face unsuccessfully trying to hide the fact that she had been crying. "There's nothing to talk about Juggy."

"So its true? what Archie said; that you've been wanting to break up with me for weeks? That it was agonizing for you to be with me? That we couldn't be together because I go to Southside high? That you would be afraid I would turn a dark? Do you not trust me?!...Don't you love me?" His last words cracking under the immense feeling of hurt.

"What jug? No, no that's not true." her words soft as if she didn't want anyone to hear, tightening the towel around herself she walked to her window and looked outside as if looking for someone.

"Then why betty?! Because right now I feel like it could be true."

She turned to see him, the moonlight hitting her face. he could see her red rimmed eyes locking on his. closing the curtain in a harsh movement she walked up to him ready to throw herself in his embrace. She longed for him, his kisses, his hugs that made her feel like nothing could tear them apart, but stopped herself. She wanted to tell him that she didn't want to part with him ever, that she would give anything to not hurt him. But the black Hood had her in his grasps. " Just a break. Jugs, please. We cant see each other its dangerous."

He seemed to get the message, his hurt, turned into weariness. "Betty. " he starts slowly and tentatively, walking up to her grabbing her shoulders, trying to meet her gaze. "Why would it be dangerous? Are you being threatened?"

She couldn't help herself, the tears escaped her eyes, "Not me Jug's, you." her voice broke.

His Grasp on her tightened, "Who?" His voice went dangerously low. She shakes her head, she cant tell him, he'll find out. "Betty, who is it tell me? is it the serpents?" She shacked her head again. "Then who?..." realization had hit him like a train. "It's him, isn't it? The Black Hood"

Her body quaked in fear under his hands. "Your not suppose to know. Just please leave. I cant let anything happen to you."

"No, Betty! I'm not going to let anyone separate use. Not your mom, or my antisocial loner persona, and especially not some crazed psycho." He exclaimed in a whisper, "I love you, Elizabeth Cooper."

Wiping her fresh tears off her face, a small fearful smile formed on her beautiful pink lips. "I love you, too. Forsythe Jones III"