I know I haven't written in a while, and really, I should be updating my other fanfics. But I'm having a bit of a block with them, and I've started watching Riverdale. So instead, I've decided to work on one-shots for that instead. I will eventually go back to the others, but at the moment it would be pointless. Anyway, please let me know what you think of it. Rated M for later chapters.

Ch.1- Jealousy

Archie Andrews stood at his bedroom window. Feet rooted to the ground,he couldn't find the will power to move away from the scene unfolding in front of him. The blonde beauty entangled in Riverdale High's very own Holden Caulfield. Said boy was discarded of his shirt and beanie, with the girl next door's creamy legs wrapped around his torso, fingers knotted in his dark hair, and lips attacking his. Their hands roamed hungrily; nails dragged down his back; his hands cupping her breasts through the lacy fabric- that Archie would never have predicted she even owned. Her hand's manoeuvred down his blood brother's abdomen until she reached the waist band of his jeans, slipping her nibble fingers beneath the fabric. The boy in question tossed his head forward onto her shoulder as the momentum of her arm increased.

Grabbing the curtains, Archie turned his back on the scene. He couldn't witness the entire act. What he had perceived to be an overprotective- brotherly love had turned into something more. Why had he turned Betty away? The girl next door had been right there, waiting for him. Archie was the only one to blame; he had basically sent her running into Jughead's arms. He wanted it to be him over there in her bedroom defiling her 'good-girl' reputation. Instead, like so many other nights, he would lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, until Jughead would stumble in- early hours of the morning- flushed and clothes askew.

The hours rolled by and still no Jughead. Archie reached over to the bedside locker, squinting at the alarm clock: three o'clock in the morning. It's been five hours. Archie had, had his fair share of experience and no way could Jughead have that much stamina. Dragging himself from bed, he walked blindly towards the window, peering through the curtains only to find that they had taken it upon themselves to finally close her curtains. Too late for privacy now.

Archie didn't sleep. How could he? It had been days since he'd gotten a proper night's sleep. He affirmed that he would have to confront her today. How…when her puppy Jones follows her everywhere? He reminded himself. Archie hesitated on the front porch, watching, waiting for them to emerge from the house but finally relented.

"Why didn't you come home last night?" Archie demanded, leaning against the lockers.
"Woah, ok dad?" Jughead laughed. "I stayed over at Betty's," he shrugged dismissing it. "See you," he said crossing the hall to meet Betty, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and leaning in close to whisper something. Archie bunched his fists in his pocket.
"Okay Archikins?" Veronica asked, appearing beside him. He nodded before heading off to first class.

Drumming his fingers against the table top Archie fixed his stare on the object of his affection. Betty was listening attentively, meeting the teacher's gaze, nodding along and appearing interested but Archie noticed the way she absentmindedly dragged her pencil up and down the margin. How would he go about this? He couldn't remember the last time they'd been alone together. Lunch? No, too suspicious. After school? She'd be with Jughead, obviously. But maybe that would be ideal. Going to Pop's wouldn't cause any suspicion.
A: want to go to Pop's this evening?
He glanced up to catch her reaction. First, Betty checked to make sure the teacher wasn't looking, then opened the message.
B: sure, see you then.

The day dragged. But finally, Archie was sitting across from her as she slurped her milkshake in silence.
"Betty, listen…" he started building up the courage. She peered up at him, attentively. "I like you. Like more than a brother or a friend. I want you."
Betty didn't reply immediately. She sat there in shock. Not out of hesitation; contemplating her options. There was no doubt in her mind who she wanted to be with.
"Archie, I love you as a sister. I misinterpreted it, and maybe I just was in love with the idea of love. I'm sorry if I mislead you, but I'm with Juggie and I don't want anything to change that."

That night neither boy spoke to the other, left with their own thoughts- both centred around a certain blonde.

"Morning," Betty smiled, linking her arm through Jughead's and kissing his cheek.
"Morning," he answered coldly, shrugging out of her grasp, and disappearing down the hallway before she could protest. At lunch, he avoided her gaze and remained silent. When the bell rang, she caught him by the wrist and dragged him down the hall.
"Come on Betts I'm going to be late for class," he protested. Betty ignored him and dragged him into the janitor's closet.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Nothing-"
"Oh don't try pull that. You won't even look at me," she said, a tone of accusation, yet still resting the palm of her hand against his cheek.
"Archie likes you, you like him. Where the hell does that leave me?" Jughead snapped, stepping away from her tender touch.
"You can't be serious!" Betty scoffed.
"Don't pretend." He hissed. "I saw the two of you in Pop's yesterday evening!"
"Juggie!" she interjected. "It's you I want. Not Archie. I told him as much yesterday. I love him like a brother. You mean so much more to me." Then she cupped his face in her hands and before he could protest, she leaned in and kissed him.

Jughead's hands moved to her thighs, hoisting her against the door, as his body moulded against hers. He moved his lips to her jaw.
"You mean that?" Jughead panted, hot breath against her skin.
"You're mine. I'm yours. I don't want anyone to come between us." She whispered slowly, a promise. Jughead groaned, capturing her lips again.

Veronica Lodge never missed drama and this new revelation wasn't completely unexpected, but certainly shocking.
"Confessed his feelings?" she spat, almost sinister, for the second time.
"Out of nowhere. I explained that it didn't change things with Jughead," Betty shrugged, taking another sip from her coffee. Before she could protest, Veronica swooped out into the hallways on a mission. Betty followed, hopelessly asking her to forget about it. But to no avail. Betty followed the brunette all the way down to the boy's locker rooms.
"ARCHIE ANDREWS!" Ronnie demanded, hands on her hips in the middle of the room. Half-naked boys scurried past, glaring at the intruder. A flash of red hair appeared from behind the lockers.
"How dare you declare your feelings like that? Trying to manipulate a good relationship, just because the golden girl is no longer sitting across from your bedroom window waiting! She's not always going to be your fall back option, so be happy for her!" without waiting for a response she stormed out. Betty shot Archie an apologetic glance before rushing after her friend.

Archie stood in the middle of the steamy room, dumbfounded.

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