Hello lovelies!
I know I have been pretty terrible at posting lately and I am so sorry! I wrote this a while a go but only just got around to finishing part 3 the other day so i decided to post 3 chapters at once. You may have already part 1 and 2 on my tumblr. There will also be a part 4 coming soonish as well!
Enjoy xx
It was Monday morning and Betty Cooper was running late. Her converse squeaked slightly as she rushed down the hallway, her hands hastily pinning a stray hair back into place as the curls of her pony tail bounced with the hurried movements.
"Shit, shit, shit!" she mumbled as she noted the lack of students in the halls, checking her watch and letting out a groan with the realisation that homeroom had already begun.
Her hands clenched into fists, her nails grazing the skin of her palms she willed the pressure in her chest to dissipate. Her breathing was shallow and her stomach was in knots as her anxiety spiked.
Locker first. No home room first. But you're already late. Wait which is closer.
Her eyes darted around the hallway, when suddenly they landed on a dark figure turning the corner up ahead. She strained her gaze before her green orbs widened with realisation. She knew that dark figure. It was the beanie that gave him away, the same grey knitted cap he had worn ever since they met as children.
Suddenly the anxiety left her body, the impending panic attack halting as shock took its place. Her feet fused to the ground as her limbs seized with surprise.
Mere months ago his presence in the halls of Riverdale High wouldn't have drawn such a reaction from her. But now as she took in his brooding demeanour, hands stuffed in his pockets, the black leather jacket she had become accustomed to seeing him in as of late switched out for an old denim one; she couldn't help but stare. His brooding demeanour was the same as always, though his shoulders held a new tension.
Jughead Jones.
Why had no one told her he was coming back today? She knew it was something she would not have forgotten.
A few months ago, after his dad's arrest Jughead had moved in with a foster family on the Southside of town. His mum had already packed up and left a year before that, taking Jughead's little sister with her and leaving her son to welt. The change of living arrangements had meant he had to transfer schools to Southside High.
It was a change that had shaken their group, the dynamic of the usual threesome- Betty, Archie and Jughead- irrevocably altered. The three of them had been best friends since childhood, always together.
Until they weren't. Until Jughead was taken away and fell further into the throes of Southside life. The serpent's had taken him under their wing, offered protection in the ever growing hostility of the town and the dark haired boy had started shutting himself off.
They still caught up for milkshakes at Pop's and sometimes hung out at Archie's house but it wasn't the same. He had become more reserved, darkness shrouding his person in a way that it had always threatened to but never succeeded in until this year. He would show up in leather instead of plaid, converse gone and combat boots in their place, sometimes with errant bruises and cuts. His jaw was set in a new hard line, blue eyes taking on a harsher tint. He didn't talk about his life- his real life- anymore, and only indulged them with medial details about school and his foster parents.
Betty hated it. She hated the changes and the fact she was helpless to fix them.
But then by some miracle, Fred Andrew's after much trying had managed to get in contact with Jughead's mum- something not even Jughead had been able to achieve- and convinced her to sign custody of her son over to him. He had moved in with the Andrews on the weekend, at least that's what Archie had told her. But no one had mentioned his return to school.
Betty couldn't help the wide grin that suddenly spread itself across her face the realisation that he was really there before her eyes, and that he was back, really back; things were finally retreating back into some semblance of normalcy and her heart felt a little lighter.
Her feet were moving again, the goal of catching him giving her a clear trajectory for her movements.
His slow, lethargic movements allowed her to catch up easily and Betty rolled her eyes at his laziness. Her hand reached out tugging on his sleeve as soon as she was within a step.
"Jug- ah!" Her greeting was immediately cut off and manufactured into a gasp by his quick movements, his body spinning quickly and making her dizzy as his hands turned her around and had her pushed up against a locker within seconds. One of his hands was curled into a fist, pressing against the metal just above her shoulder, while his other one was splayed out on the delicate skin of her throat, his grip strong enough to send trickles of fear running through her blood, but not tight enough to choke her. His dark features were twisted in a snarl and his breaths were coming out in pants. His body was pressed up against hers and the space between them was non-existent.
Betty couldn't breathe for an entirely different reason now.
They had never been this close before. The air was stuck in her lungs, refusing to make it way out. With the way he was pinning her against the locker with his body she could feel the hard planes of muscle he hid so well under his layers, contrasting perfectly with the soft curves of her own and sending warmth spreading throughout her veins. In the close proximity he had forced them into she found herself looking directly into his stormy blue eyes, his gaze dark and dangerous, far off and dazed. It sent sparks she had never experienced tripping down her spine, making her swallow nervously. Her every nerve was alight and she had the sudden urge to be closer.
The hand against her throat was enticing the darkness within her; exciting and unknown. It was a feeling she keened toward, yearning to get lost in the power trip, to give up control. God how had she never noticed how strong he was? She wanted to submit. The sharp angle of his jaw was striking and the way the light hit his face let her see the perfect symmetry of his dark features. How had she never realised how handsome and well hot he was? Her thighs clenched unconscionably.
Suddenly Jughead pulled away slightly, seeming to realise himself and the intimate position they were in. His eyes widened in surprise as he removed the hand that was splayed against her pale throat and placed it on the other side of her against the locker. His head dropped for a moment, stray dark curl falling over his eyes when he looked up again; and god did it do things to her- wicked things. Betty gulped again as he let out a loud exhale, his cool breath fanning her face and making her eyelids flutter closed briefly.
"Fuck, sorry Betts," he apologised, sheepish grin on his face. Betty still couldn't quite remember how to breathe merely nodding at his words, willing her heart beat to slow down. What was happening to her? This was Jughead. Jughead who she had baths with when she was four, Jughead who used to tug her pony tail in the sand pit. Jughead who was her best friend.
Except suddenly he was Jugheadwho was invading her personal space and had effortlessly pinned her against the locker. He was Jughead who had grown up hot. He was Jughead who was a Serpent. He was Jughead who she wanted to pull her hair for a completely different reason.
The thought made her flush.
"Are you okay?" His deep voice broke her reverie as she awkwardly shuffled on the spot, trying to relieve the sudden tension she was feeling all over. How was he not fazed by this? Because Elizabeth he's clearly not having an excessive hormone trip that would make porn stars blush right now, unlike some people.
"Uh huh," she mumbled, trying to not to visibly cringe at the breathy, tinge her voice had adopted.
He eyed her suspiciously, clearly not believing her. But before she could panic, and begin to think his brilliant mind had connected the dots and realised the reason for her dazed behaviour he spoke again.
"No really, I'm sorry if I scared you it's just, being me and being here with everything going on in this town I have to watch my back," he explained and Betty's eyes widened with horror at the understanding. She felt guilt gnaw at her insides as he revealed something personal to her for what felt like the first time in forever, meanwhile all she could think about was whether she was more frustrated that people would actually try and attack him in the hallways of a high school or the fact that he thought she was scared.
Finding a confidence within her that she was totally unaware she was capable of possessing, Betty steeled her nerve. The darkening of her green eyes not missed by Jughead in their close proximity. He swallowed in anticipation as a look of determination settled on her face; the same one that had been the epitome of innocence moments ago -flushed cheeks, wide eyes.
"I'm not scared of you Jughead," she breathed, her voice low and his body became alight by her words. He would never have guessed girl next door, sweet Betty Cooper was capable of dictating such a sultry tone and the evidence made his stomach coil in excitement, his blue eyes darkening further. The meaning was not lost on him. The way she ever so slightly leaned toward him, still trapped in between the heat of his body and the cool metal of the lockers, confusing and further stimulating her sensitive skin.
Betty inhaled sharply as his gaze fell to her lips. Her breath bated in anticipation. Never in a million years had she thought she would be so desperate for someone to kiss her and especially not Jughead Jones of all people. But here she was pressed against a locker, trapped between his arms, dizzy and light headed from the faint smell of cigarettes and cologne that radiated from him, her fingers somehow ending up gripping the hem of his black t-shirt ever so slightly.
"Maybe you should be Elizabeth," His tone low and sinful as his breath tickled her lips. She didn't miss the way his eyes flashed briefly in a torturous show of self-deprecation, but not even a second later it was gone and he was back to the arousing, enigmatic picture.
She let out a whimper that would surely make her blush profusely later with the embarrassment of how wantonly, desperate she sounded; desperate for her best friend. He looked at her hard for another moment, almost searching before he seemed to find what he wanted. And then slowly, ever so slowly his lips pressed down to hers- a simple brush, light and teasing. Her heart stuttered erratically in her chest at the contact, her skin burning as if being set on fire by his touch.
Her gasp propelled him forward. His mouth pressed more deliberately and firmly against hers. Betty groaned, her hands forming tighter fists in the hem of his shirt as her body arched toward his. Jughead's tongue pried her lips open before slipping inside the warm cavern of her mouth, stroking Betty's own muscle sensually. Her breath hitched, and her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks. One of his hands came down from against the locker to settle on her hip as he stepped into her, pressing his body flush against her own as he pinned her more firmly to the structure behind them.
Their mouths opened wider, to accommodate the sinful tangling of tongues. It was hot and heavy attacking each other's mouths ferociously. Lips swelling as teeth clashed. Her thighs clenched again as he sucked on her bottom lip, eliciting a low groan from her throat. Jughead revelled in the sound, his hips rolling into hers, as his teeth nipped lightly at that same luscious bottom lip. Betty threw her head back against the locker panting, her own hips jutting forward to find friction. God he was a good kisser. She felt drunk, dizzy and disorientated and she loved it.
But all too soon the moment was broken. The shrill ring of the bell shattered the spell of sexual tension, their blissful haze fading away just as his lips had begun to trail down the column of her neck.
"Fuck," he swore right near her delicate ear at the interruption; the expletive on his lips in such a moment making her hips buck a little into his. Jughead let out a breathy chuckle as he detangled himself from her body. He stepped back and she suddenly felt cold and empty. It was disconcerting how much she craved his touch and she had only just had it, only just discovered it. He was like a drug, addictive and enlivening. She was high on him, but she wanted more.
Jughead let out a breathy chuckle at her dishevelled state. He leant down to their feet picking up her backpack. He handed it back to her, smirking at the frown set on her face in confusion; she took a few moments inspecting the bag before it clicked that it was hers, and why he had placed it in her hands.
Kids began flooding the halls and the sounds of teenagers talking and moving around in mundane routine muffled into white noise.
"To be continued," he said, looking her directly in the eye, gaze heady and full of promise before he disappeared.
Betty let out a heavy breath, her limbs feeling shaky and her entire world feeling off kilter. Her head fell back against the metal again with a thud, her eyes falling shut as she scrubbed her face with her hands.
She had just gotten herself in big trouble. Because damn that boy could do talented things with his tongue and damn did she really want to continue to see what else he could do.