Chapter 1

Jughead suddenly looked dark and distant as he slipped into the new South Side Serpent jacket. Things would never be the same again. "Juggie?" She called meekly. He turned to look at her. Betty looked so scared, but why? The Serpents would help them, protect them even. She had nothing to be afraid of...

Juggie nodded towards the serpents and brushed his sleeve across his face like he always did when he was overcome with emotion. "Thank you..." he whispered, not knowing what to say. They saluted and left. "We'll see you around, Jones." The one who had given Jughead the jacket came up and whispered in his ear. " I need to know your descision in two weeks."

After they had finally left Jughead went back inside. "Betty, I-" He started to say.

"You're not going to join them? Are you Juggie?" Betty glanced his way and gasped when she saw the look in his eye. "You can't possible be serious...Think of what it will do... to us." She whispered.

"Betty, nothing will happen. Trust me. The Serpents will protect us and," he paused," and I finally have a home again." He looked up at her, expecting her to understand.

"Juggie, I thought we were your family. You'll always have us."

"I know Archie, Veronica, and you have all been good to me, but I'm moving to Southside pretty soon so this will help me, you know, fit in more. I'm not going to have anyone there, at the school, and the Serpents are good allies to have. It's were the powers to be want me." He said repeating what he had said after the first time they found out he was in South Side High.

"But Juggie," Betty started," when you move to Southsode things will change. Wheather you or I do anything or not, we won't see each other as much and I don't think they're the best influences for you. You'll change, Juggie. I can already feel us growing apart. We don't communicate as much as we did now..."

She went silent as Jughead leaned in and kissed her. Her hand went up to touch his face. " Betty, it will be okay." He whispered in her ear as he held her in his arms. And in that moment she believed him.

The first week nothing really noticeable happened. Betty and Jughead still communicated frequently and met up together. But by the second week Betty could tell she was losing him little by little.

"I just don't know what to do,V." She said at luch to her friend. "It's like we're slowly drifting away and there's nothing I can do to stop it."

Veronica looked at her. " Betty, knowing you, you always have a plan of action or something. I'm sure everything will be alright. He's probably just adjusting to his new foster family. Hey," V said standing up," I promised Ethel that I'd meet her at lunch, so talk later?" Betty plastered on a fake smile and nodded her head. "If you really want to do something right now, just make him food. You know Jughead will come running back into your arms then." Veronica smirked as she strutted away to her other friend.

Betty felt bad that she bothered V with it. Honestly, right now things weren't that bad. It was just, she no longer had Juggie to confine in anymore. After school, taking her friend's advice, she whipped up a plate of brownies for Jughead and his foster family.

"Hello," the mother said opening the door. She was middle-aged and seemed nice enough. I wonder what Juggie thinks of her?

"Hi, I was wondering if I could see Jughead? You're his new foster family, right?" The lady nodded and motioned her inside.

" His room is upstairs on the right."

Betty knocked softly and pushed open the door. She gasped. Jughead was hugging another girl. At her gasp they pulled apart guilty, of at least Jughead did. " I-I can leave if this is a bad time..."

He shook his head and moved his hair through his head. His signature beanie was laying on his desk. "Betts...how are you?"

The purple haired girl walked up to Betty. "Hi, I'm Toni. You're Betty, right? I've heard Jug talk about you." So Juggie has two nicknames now. He hates when people make up names for him. Betty smiled at her.

"Hi. I'm Betty. I made some brownies for Jughead. You guys can share them; that is if you can grab one without him looking. I have to go though." She head out the door.

Jughead followed her. "Betty, wait." He looked into her eyes and he could tell she was clearly processing what she had walked in on.

"Dinner at Pop's tonight? Seven o'clock? I'll meet you there." He sounded hopeful.

" Sounds great, Juggie. See you then."