A/N: A thought occurred to me and I had to write it. Kind of a what could have happened. This moment was in the garage during episode 10, not at Pop's, and it starts with canon dialogue. Kind of fits into the episode, maybe. It's also super short but I felt like publishing anyways because it's been in my queue for a few days now.
"Doesn't it ever occur to you just how different we are? Like on a cellular DNA kind of level? You're a straight-A student, you're a cheerleader, for God's sakes you're the perfect girl next door."
"I hate that word."
"I'm the damaged loner outsider from the wrong side of the tracks. Betty come on, who are we kidding? We're on borrowed time."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Betty, I'm not one of your projects, okay? Like solving Jason's murder."
"No, you're not a project, you're my boyfriend."
"Until you're sick of slumming it with me or until Archie changes his mind and says he wants to be with you?"
"You know, Jug, I've always strived for the best but more often than not I come in second. I come second to Polly, I come second to Veronica, and I wouldn't have even made the cheer team without her interference. But for once, I thought I met this guy. I didn't put him second, but he put me first. He kissed me. He said we were the kind of people to walk each other home. So it's all well and good for you to throw this in my face, but if you truly believed that then why did you choose this, Jughead? Why would you choose me when you're not better than anyone else, no better than Archie. You all judge me just the same. You see this stereotype and that's all I am. It doesn't matter that we both have messed up home lives and parents we don't completely trust. It doesn't matter that we're both going through some hard times and that I thought we were really there for each other. I thought you were my rock and that maybe I could be yours. So you know what, Jughead? Fine. If you think that's who I am then go ahead and break up with me, because I don't want to be with someone who thinks I'm a caricature anyways and I sure as hell am not perfect. I don't even know how I could screw up this bad and still have you throw that word in my face. Good bye Forsythe Jones, I'm leaving."