One day, after the school day had ended, Jughead entered a classroom that was usually used by the Pussycats for band practice. Currently, the room was desolate, with the exception of Cheryl Blossom, who was sitting in the middle of the room on a rolling chair, scantily clad, her wavy red hair cascading all the way down to her waist.

The young man's eyes travelled to where her hair ended. He swore that the part of her legs between her skirt and her thigh-high lacquer boots made her even sexier than a bikini would have. No, scratch that, he thought, he would have loved to see her in a bikini. A bikini that was so tiny it was barely there, red and sexy, like most of the rest of her clothes…

"I am surprised you came," she remarked as he closed the door behind him.

"So am I," Jughead admitted, chuckling incredulously. Cheryl smiled complacently, inclining her head and fidgeting on the chair.

"You look so unapproachable," he continued, uncertain why he was being so frank. She was a beauty to behold while he was disgustingly unattractive. The two of them represented, he thought, the social classes they were part of perfectly. Jughead's sole regret was that he hadn't been born rich, not out of greed but because girls like Cheryl only fraternized with other rich people.

"And yet here you are," she said with a slight smirk.

He felt slightly stupid after his moment of uncalled for frankness, during which he had been incapable of thinking normally because of her beauty, he added on a slightly icy tone, "So why did you invite me then?"

Cheryl's smirk widened as she stood up. She was really quite tall, and even sexier standing up. Jughead wondered if she would finally share with what she intended to blackmail him. Because it was evident she wanted something from him, she was Cheryl Blossom, after all, she wouldn't have come here without an ulterior motive –

"I thought you could help me get rid of my clothes," she replied innocently, biting her lips, as she slipped her thumbs under the straps of her top, taking it off halfway.

Jughead didn't need to be told twice. He rushed up to her, pressing her body against his, a hand on her waist – a hand he quickly slipped downwards to fondle her arse, and, unbelievably, surprisingly, she didn't snap it away – with his other hand, he was grabbing fistfuls of her glorious red mane, messing up her lipstick, just like in his fantasies, just like he had dreamt to do for so long –

But Cheryl wasn't the type to remain passive for long. After a few moments, she pushed him away to take off her top, revealing a pair of two perfectly round breasts, adorned by an enticing lace bra –

"I would have wanted to be the one to do that," he said, smiling to hide his slight disappointment. He had dreamt of this moment for so long, he would have wished that it went down exactly as he had imagined, that's to say perfectly, in a sense…

"Then you should have been quicker," she replied, a large smile on her face, slightly impatient.

Jughead's smile widened. He decided not to commit the same error again. He took off his T-shirt with desperate speed, then leaned towards her to kiss her again, all this in half a second, running his hand down Cheryl's back, stopping at her bum, before grabbing one of Cheryl's legs and putting it around his waist – he didn't stop kissing her for even just a second –

She gave him as good as she got, her kisses perhaps even more passionate than his, her hands exploring every inch of his body, as though she too had dreamt of this moment before –

On that day, Jughead realized that reality was always superior to fantasy when it came to Cheryl Blossom, even if this wasn't the case by far concerning the other girls he knew.

That day, Jughead lost his virginity, as well as his common sense in regards to Cheryl blossom, in an abandoned classroom as the sun set outside. From this moment on, Cheryl would become his drug of choice, his first love and his eventual ruin.