IV
They fixed themselves up to the best of their abilities—Betty's hair was a little wonky from its tango with the floor and under Jughead's jacket, his shirt was on backwards—and Betty nodded to Jughead to click off the light as she turned the door knob.
The door swung open and there stood Cheryl and her underlings, trying to cover up the scandalized looks on their faces.
Jughead went for casual, leaning against the doorjamb of the closet they'd just exited, but bold, blonde, ballsy Betty stood proud and smiled at Cheryl with confidence.
"I can't believe you…in my closet…in my family's home!" Cheryl spluttered.
"Can't believe I what?" Betty asked.
Cheryl's eyes narrowed. "Oh, we all know what. We're not deaf."
Betty shrugged and looked at Jughead who also shrugged and pushed himself away from the wall. As the couple walked past Cheryl, she screeched at them. "Don't think this won't be all over social media!"
Betty turned to her, her friendly façade dropped, and gave Cheryl an icy look. Jughead's arm came around Betty's waist, showing a united front. Betty snatched the phone out of Cheryl's hand.
"We are the media." Betty hurled the phone at the wall and they heard the screen crack like broken bone. She looked at Jughead, who was grinning at her proudly.
"Forget the River Vixens. I think you should try out for baseball."
Betty smiled at him and they headed for the front door of the Blossom mansion, hand in hand.
