Reverie

"Excuse me? This has to be a mistake. I'm so busy, with the River Vixens, and prom committee. I have so much going on Principal Weatherbee, with all due respect I don't think I can handle being a tour guide and mentor for a week."

Betty felt her heart racing, in what world did people think it was ok to volunteer others for things? Weatherbee's reasoning being she was the 'perfect' student for the job, and he didn't entrust anyone as much as her. He knew she'd get the job done. She could almost pull her hair out at that. She had so much going on in her own life, so much going on at home, she didn't need to add babysitting a stubborn Serpent to her list.

Principal Weatherbee gestured for Betty to sit, and although she very much rather stand and not be side-by-side to a Serpent, she didn't take to disobeying her elders kindly so she sat. Inching as much as possible away from the smirking guy beside her. "Miss. Cooper, I can promise you that this will be a breeze. You're so talented, I'm sure you have an organizer or something of the sorts with you, Mr. Jones can shadow you and you won't even know he's there. Do it for the community, do it for the Southside, help them in their time of need. I'm sure you heard about the flash flood?"

The meek blonde just nodded her head. It was so like this man to use guilt to get what he wanted, she had seen him do it many times before when it came to board meetings. She should've known better, "Fine. I'll do it."

The balding man clapped his hands enthusiastically, "Fantastic! This will look remarkable on your transcripts, Betty. You won't regret this, that's a promise." She regretted it already.

He handed over Jughead's papers and showed her which sheet would be his timetable, "These are his classes for the next semester, if you could just show him-" Betty stopped the man from talking, "I got it, sir. You gave me the job, I'll get it done." She collected the papers before standing to her feet. She watched him gesture to the quiet male beside her to follow. She rolled her eyes, she wondered just how easily she could get out of this.

"Make me proud, my star student!" She heard the enthusiastic man yell out as she walked out with her shadow following. She could only roll her eyes.

Betty took them around a few corridors before abruptly turning around, nearly bumping into the quiet man who still hadn't lost his smirk. She nearly scowled at how smug he was about the entire situation. "Look," she started, "I know you probably don't want to be here just as much as I don't. I don't know why that man thinks he can just spring things up on people, but here's the deal. I'll show you your classes, although I doubt you'll even go to them," she remarked, "But it's the kind thing to do. Then, we'll go our separate ways. Let's don't and say we did. Deal?"

The dark-haired male's smirk only widened.

"Are you pretending you're hard of hearing or something? Because I know you aren't. I saw you react when you head-butt my boyfriend."

Jughead leaned against the row of lockers coolly, "That was your boyfriend, huh?" He questioned. Betty felt the air tickle her skin when he spoke. His voice was smooth, almost like silk and she didn't understand how someone so bad, so criminal, could possess such a demanding yet cool voice. She stood her ground, arms folded over her pastel pink sweater, "Yes. That is," she emphasized, "My boyfriend. I don't appreciate what you did, by the way."

He chuckled, and she swore she never heard such a sound before, "Well, as someone looking in from the outside, seemed to me that pretty black-haired girl was his girlfriend." Betty unfolded her arms stubbornly only to fold them again, how dare he? No one asked for his opinion. "No one asked for your opinion, you're just a stupid snake who happened to have the privilege-"

She was cut off by a swift wind before she could continue. Jughead had swiftly crossed the hall and pinned her back up against the lockers behind her, feeling the cool metal of the lockers digging into her back she bit her lower lip, turning the pink flesh white. "Don't," he growled lowly into her ear, "Don't ever speak to me like that, again." Betty felt her heart racing, what had just happened? In the span of thirty seconds she went from feeling on top to cowering.

"You don't know me," he roughly whispered in her ear, making the hairs on her neck stand. He grinded his body into hers and heard a soft like mewl escape her lips. He knew he had an effect on the vulnerable blonde, but she had one on him too. "If I remembered correctly, we had a tour to be going on?" He stated more than questioned. Betty only nodded her head subtly, afraid to speak. Jughead looked down at the girl in front of him and saw the fear in her eyes, the apprehension clouded her clear blue eyes and he could only smirk. She'd be where he wanted her, soon enough.

He placed the thumb of his hand that wasn't caging her in, on her lower lip and pulled it from between her teeth. "Don't do that," he commanded with a hungry look in his eyes. She dared to look up at him and nearly looked back down immediately when the forcefulness of his stare locked her eyes. "I have a boyfriend," she stated in vain. He chuckled, a noise that brought knots to her stomach, "And I have a motorcycle. I don't see your point, Betts?"

"He'll come after you."

The stupid smirk she despised already came back to his face, "So much confidence in the guy who took a beating to my head this morning. Would you really be such a horrible girlfriend to sentence him to another fight with me?" He taunted. Betty only looked away and closed her eyes, "When I see something I want, I go for it until it's mine, Betty Cooper. And right now, I want you." She felt the dark and dangerous serpent hiss in her ear.

She knew it was bad, she knew this was all bad. But damn, why did it make her feel so good?

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