My first Bughead multi-chapter is finally seeing the light of day. All the chapters are already written and I'll try to post them every Monday and Thursday (so the second chapter should come tomorrow). I hope all of you will enjoy my take on an enemies to lover fanfic and leave me your thoughts.

The biggest thank yous go to birdlovesafish and ladybughead (on tumblr) my wonderful betas.

Betty rushes into the shared office of Clickfeed ten minutes after nine, pieces of hair falling from her usually slick ponytail. She has only been working there for about six months, but she has never been late. Betty Cooper is not the kind of person to be late for work. But this morning her alarm didn't go off and ever since then her day has been a mess. She didn't have time for her usual morning workout, nor a proper breakfast and since she was late, she didn't even have time to stop for coffee on her way to work like she usually does.

So now her stomach is rumbling and she feels her anxiety levels are higher than they should be at this point of the day. To be quite honest, she's not exactly late. Her boss doesn't care when she comes in or even what she does when she's working as long as she meets the deadlines. But this is Betty's first job since graduating university and while it's far from what she actually wants to do, she believes that putting in the hard work will eventually pay off. But over the course of time she has spent in this company it hasn't brought her many benefits. Instead of slowly climbing up the career ladder. She's now basically known as Clickfeed's very own girl Friday. Much like she did in high school. So now apart from her job of writing articles for the least interesting and visited corners of the website she also helps the editor when she gets overwhelmed. On top of that she's currently standing in for her boss's secretary who left for maternity leave two months ago and has yet to be replaced. She strongly suspects her boss, Mr. Weatherbee, has never even made the effort to look for someone.

But Betty is a people pleaser. She can't say no when her colleagues ask her for help. Despite everything, she still believes that one day someone will notice her hard work and she will actually get promoted to something better than writing articles like "10 things every housewife needs to know". She has always dreamed of being an investigative journalist, but even graduating top of her class at Columbia couldn't guarantee her the offer of a lifetime right off the bat. So she tries to do the best she can, hoping her hard work will be rewarded eventually.

She finally slides into her chair in the corner of the big office that she shares with ten other people, only separated from them by a half wall. The words on the big wall she's in front of are mocking her. When we all work together, we all win together. In reality, most of her co-workers have headphones on 90% of the time, buried either in their work or in whatever they're doing to avoid working. Sharing the office is more of a nuisance than help.

Deciding that the growling of her stomach and the lack of caffeine in her system would be an unwanted distraction, at least until lunchtime, Betty decides to head straight for the kitchen. That place is usually stocked with a bunch of unhealthy snacks and coffee that is nowhere near as good as the one she tends to get at Starbucks, but it will have to do.

The moment she enters the kitchen she regrets sleeping in once again. Because there he is. Jughead Jones, leaning against the kitchen counter as he sips from his huge cup of coffee and scrolls through something on his phone. Today he's wearing his usual outfit. Checkered flannel shirt over a pale grey shirt, suspenders hanging down his legs and the beanie that never leaves his head covering the mass of black waves. Betty has to admit that there is something about that dark brooding look of his that makes him incredibly attractive to her, but she quickly pushes those thoughts away. For a second she considers just walking away from there and waiting until he leaves, but she's pretty sure he has noticed her by now and she doesn't want him to think she's avoiding him. It's not like she's scared of him or embarrassed by the situation. She just hates him. More than hates him.

Jughead Jones, with a name she's sure is made up and makes her wonder how bad his real name must be for him to prefer such a stupid nickname, is a fellow journalist for Clickfeed. He seems to be about the same age as Betty, but he has been working there since before graduation and therefore acts like he owns the place and she's an unwanted bug he can't get rid of. She isn't very close with any of her co-workers, but at least they have been nice and friendly since her very first day. Jughead, on the other hand, didn't even acknowledge her for the first month, probably assuming she was just one of the many interns who came and went. According to their co-workers, Jughead is a loner who doesn't really make much effort to talk to anyone in the office. A self-proclaimed weirdo, a title nobody is fighting to take away from him, who always stumbles into the office late, looking like he hasn't slept for weeks, if the dark circles under his eyes are any indication. Sure, he has a way with words, his witty articles in which he reviews and criticizes local food places bringing a lot of traffic to their website, but that doesn't make him a good colleague. Betty always tries to see the best in people, so she could just look past all that and assume he's simply very introverted or antisocial and let him be.

However, his attitude isn't something she can get over. Ever since he realized she was not just another intern to ignore, he couldn't stop himself from sending the occasional snarky remarks her way. She was the "preppy", the "suck up" or even the "brown noser". "I see you've been promoted to secretary," he said to her once after witnessing her trying to juggle her boss's correspondence, while planning the next board meeting. Sure, he was right that she was now devoting more time to managing their boss's activities than actually writing articles for the website, but the condescending tone he used made her blood boil. Being her well behaved self, she just shot him a dirty look. She knew that the best way to deal with bullies was to ignore them and they would get bored. But this was not the kind of bullying she was used to from high school. So eventually, instead of just ignoring him, she started shooting insults back at him. They weren't always the most thought-through or creative, but it felt good to let her anger out on someone she didn't have to worry about impressing since he already made up his mind about her anyway.

After a moment of hesitation she steps further into the room, trying to avoid eye contact with Jughead. She rummages through the cabinets and the fridge for a few minutes, finding a bag of nuts, slightly stale bagel and a very brown banana. Not really close to the protein pancakes and a smoothie she's used to, but she assumes it will have to be good enough. However, when she reaches for the pot of coffee and finds it empty, she can't avoid letting out a grunt of frustration.

"Seems like someone got up on the wrong side of the bed," Jughead mutters into his mug, well aware of the fact that he poured himself last of the coffee, not bothering to make a new pot.

"Says someone whose bed doesn't seem to have the right side," Betty bites back quickly. Not the wittiest reply, she admits, but she is in no mood for games. She, like many others, became a coffee addict during college and not getting her usual dose of caffeine makes her forget all about being nice. Or in this case, about coming up with a better reply.

"Don't you know how to make your own coffee?" he asks mockingly and raises his left eyebrow. "Besides I thought you'd be more of a pumpkin spice latte kind of girl. We don't have anything that fancy here. Just plain old coffee."

Betty rolls her eyes at his response, wondering why she actually tried to befriend him for the first few weeks on the job. She read his articles, attempted to find a shared interest and start a conversation with him, she even brought some food to the office, trying to match the criteria that she discovered from his reviews. But even though the pie she left for him was gone by the end of the day, he never said a word to her about it. Neither thank you, nor criticism. Which, looking back on it now, was one of the nicer things he has done. Eventually she just decided to give up and pour her energy into something that could actually have a future. Even if it was playing a secretary for the time being.

"It's April. And I know how to make my own coffee. But I'm pretty sure your stupid face made all the milk here go sour." She scowls at him, but he doesn't seem offended. Self-deprecating jokes seem to be his thing and he never fights her back on her insults for him. If anything, her attempts to insult him make the corner of his lips turn up. Betty wishes she had such a careless attitude. But years of her mother telling her to be perfect make her not take mean remarks all that lightly. "What people think about you means everything," Alice Cooper used to say to her regularly and while Betty tries to break free of that mindset, it's not always easy. She values other people's opinions even in situations when she shouldn't.

"I'm sure your super sweet personality can fix that right up." Jughead gives her a cheeky grin and takes a big gulp of his coffee, making sure his face shows just how much he's enjoying it. "But I guess even little miss perfect can't fix everything."

Betty's hands start curling into fists, but she stops herself before her nails have the chance to cut through her skin. A habit she has been battling since her early teenager years and she isn't going to break her progress for some stupid emo's comments. "I hate you. You… jerk," Betty spats, grabs her snacks and storms out of the room before she has the chance to do something stupid.

"I hate you more," he calls after her as a smirk spreads across his face.