A/N: I knew I said this chapter was going to be a little smaller than the other ones so far, but...guess what happens while you edit?

You add more stuff LOL

So there will probably be shorter chapters later, but as for this one, I'm still on average.

Make me happy, leave a comment if you like this story. 3

Thank you & enjoy!

As Betty climbed the outdoor staircase to Kevin and Fang's apartment and knocked, she realized she hadn't been anywhere near the Whyte Wyrm in ages.

Kevin greeted her a few moments later. "Hi Betty, come in!"

The apartment wasn't big but the open space arrangement made it look airy and bright, especially thanks to the big windows and the very minimal décor.

"This is very nice, Kev! You and Fangs did a great job!"

"Thank you! Although I have to say I'm a bit offended it took you months to come and see it in person!" He brought a hand to his chest, channeling his inner drama queen.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was busy with training..."

He dismissed her poor excuse with a wave of his hand and showed her around. One of the walls of the living area was adorned with several musicals posters like Hair, Hedwig and others, all in different sizes.

When the tour was over they sat at the kitchen counter sipping a glass of wine.

Betty noticed a nice Polaroid of him and Fangs on the fridge.

"I can't believe you two are finally tying the knot" she said with a smile.

"Yeah, my ears are still ringing..." he laughed hard remembering the day he called her to give her the news ans she almost deafened him with her high pitched joyful screams.

"I was about to call you and ask you, but since you're here. B, will you be my best woman?"

The joyful screams were back again, but he was quick enough to cover his ears before she wrapped him in a tight hug, laughing and squealing.

"Is that a yes?"

"Of course! Does this mean I get to organize your bachelor's party? It's going to be so much fun!"

Kevin sighed. "Among other things, yes. But mostly I'll need you to keep me on schedule, because I can get quite carried away sometimes, and to make sure I get to the altar in time and sober."

"Will do, Keller, don't worry. I have your back! Who's Fangs best man?"

"I thought he was going to ask Sweet Pea, but then he thought it would be awesome to have two beautiful women by our sides on our special day, so he's gonna ask Toni."

"This is awesome, I'm so excited! It's gonna be the best wedding ever!"

They chatted some more about the wedding and his new job at school.

"You know, I'm surprised you decided to move to the Southside. I always thought you and Fangs would find a place somewhere else..."
"Why? I like it here. All of my friends live around here. Well, except you of course."
Kevin knew how important the FBI was for Betty, but he missed her a lot and they only got to see each other twice a year.
"At least I managed to get out of my mom's grasp."
"Kudos to that! Mama Coop is crowding you?"
"To say the least. I've been in town for a week and she's already all over me, I've been dodging her unrelenting demands for lunches, dinners or whatever gathering she can think of. I didn't even tell her that I'm staying in town. I told her I rented a small apartment in Seaside, which is a two hours drive, so she can't expect me to go back and forth everyday."
"That's a risky road, Betty. If she ever gets a sniff of your ploy, she'll make her mission to find you and give you torment."

"Maybe not. She's got a lot on her hands right now. From what I know, she's working on this massive reportage on some meat processing facility which is discharging chemical residues illegally to save money on environment-friendly upgrades."

"Riverdale's very own Erin Brockovich!"

"Yeah, just...don't tell her that, ok? I'm sure she has seen that movie enough times already to being able to identify herself with the lead role. Anyway, I'm glad she has some outlet to focus on. I love her, but don't want her to barge in like the control freak that she is. I need my space."

"You should consider renting in this neighborhood, then. Since FP left town she's been rarely seen crossing the tracks and come to the Southside."

Betty felt sad for Alice. Seeing FP leave town was hard.

"She was quite distraught after he left, I felt bad for her. I will always be grateful to FP, he made her very happy after a long time. I just wish he could have stayed. So many things went wrong that summer. I can relate. "

Apparently she and her mother suffered the very same fate with the Jones' men.

Betty sighed and looked around the room, trying to distract herself when her eyes focused on a particular image on the wall.

"Hey...That looks like an original Heathers'!" Betty noted pointing at a large framed poster.

"Because it is! There this old second-hand store a few blocks from Gershwin Theater on Broadway, and one day, after an incredibly long and tiring audition, I got in just to take a look around. That's when I found that particular poster. I couldn't believe my luck! You remember junior year? When we had our very own Riverdale High version?"
"Aside from the creepy Farm breach into the production, you mean? I think we did a great job!"

"We even got Jughead to perform. That's a milestone!"

Betty couldn't help but laugh. She remembered opening night and the fact that she and Jughead arrived at Riverdale High just a few minutes before showtime, all covered in soot after setting his dad's trailer to flames and, well, after doing other things in the car.

"Speaking of...Did you know Jughead is back? I saw him on Saturday night..." she mumbled after she finished her wine.

"You did?" Kevin managed to feign surprise, though he knew all too well Jughead was in town, in fact they were at dinner together that same night.

"Mmh, well...the first time I could only assume it was him..."

Kevin didn't let her finish "the first time? As in you saw him again? When?"

"We bumped into each other at the gas station. And I didn't even have the time to understand what was happening that he was already gone. But then, later, I was having troubles with the car, my phone had died and I was in the middle of nowhere in complete darkness when I heard a bike approaching and then pulling over. You know how it works in Riverdale, you always go with the worst-case scenario so I pulled out my gun..."

"Oh my God, Betty! Did you shoot someone?!" Kevin interrupted again, his voice raised an octave.

"No! Will you let me finish? It was Jug! I recognized him when he turned around and I kind of stood there, pointing a gun at him, unsure of what to say or do. I felt weird and on edge. And for a few moments we were both silent and awkward. I swear to you I was more than ready to crawl back in my car rather than endure his scrutiny and scorn. But Kev, he was nice to me!" Betty whimpered.

"And...?"
"And I felt like a complete unworthy wench!"
"Oh Betty, no..."

"Yes! He had no reason to be kind to me, but he offered to call triple-A and to give me a ride home. He took me back to my apartment and I can only say it was something I will probably never forget. It was like we had magically turned back to a time where there was no pain and no guilt...where we could stay so close and simply enjoy each other's company. I felt safe and...happy."

"Jughead 'the gentleman' Jones. I guess some things never change, right?"

Betty nodded. "He's always been a kind guy, you know that Kev."

"So...what happened when he dropped you off? Did you...you know, hook up?"

Betty almost jumped out of her skin. "NO! God!"

Kevin looked completely unabashed. "Why not? You're single, he's single..."

"How do you even know that?" she asked, suspicious.

"I'm just guessing" Kevin answered sounding casual "and by the way, you are two consenting adults, and you have history together. I can't see why you're so shocked."

"I'm not shocked. It's just that I can't even think about something like that. Not after what I did."

"Betty, it's been seven years."
"Doesn't matter, you don't know how badly I hurt him, Kev. He couldn't even look me in the eyes."

"You just need to sort things out. Make-up sex is incredibly hot, let me tell you."

"Yeah well, I don't think he's interested."

Kevin couldn't hold a hearty laugh. "I seriously doubt it."

Betty desperately wanted to believe his words. She'd always admired Kevin's persistent optimism and she just wished she could absorb some of it for herself.

"He hasn't forgiven me."

"How can you be sure if you don't talk to him?"

"I wanted to, when he dropped me off." Betty explained.

"But he stalled and I just couldn't do it, it didn't feel right after the 'moment' we had. But I need to let him know how sorry I am and how much I regret hurting him. Even though maybe...maybe some things can't be fixed."

"I know what I said about you and Archie being endgame back in the day but I think I was very badly mistaken. You and Jughead are the closest thing to soulmates that I've ever witnessed. You two is that you always found the way back to each other. I think you'll find it again. Even as simple friends."

Betty managed a small smile and sighed. Being friends probably wouldn't be enough.

"So?! I'm kind of waiting for the good stuff here! I'm sure you noticed how hot he is. I mean you can sulk and brood all you want but that's your ex-boyfriend Betty, I refuse to believe you didn't check him out!"

"Well I didn't!" She wasn't fooling anyone. Especially Kevin.

"That's a LIE, Elizabeth Cooper! Did he turn you on? Because that's the effect he had on me."
"Kev!"

"What?! I do have eyes and I surely enjoy using them, and you do too. The man is hot, I'm not even going to deny it."
"That's not the point!"
"Oh I think it is. You meet your highschool sweetheart, who seems to have become a sexier version of himself over the years, and you have nothing to say?"

Betty took a sip from the glass and rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure you memorized what he was wearing."

"Believe what you want."

"Maybe you even pictured yourself stripping him of one of those flannels he was wearing..."
"He didn't wear flannel! He was wearing black jeans and sweater, suspenders and a leather jacket." Betty talked without even thinking.
"Ha! So you DID check him out! Quite thoroughly I might add."
"So what if I did?"

"You're just dancing around the big issue, Betty."

"What would that be?"

"That you still..."

Kevin was abruptly interrupted by Fangs, who appeared in the kitchen carrying groceries.

"Hey you two!"

"Hi, Fangs!" Betty seemed relieved and Kevin shot an annoyed look at his fiancee.

"Hey, Betty! Nice to see you. Are you staying for dinner? We're making lasagna."

Kevin grinned at this renewed opportunity to tease his friend even more.

"I'd love to, but I already have plans. Thanks, though."

Kevin looked like someone had just stolen his favorite toy.

She didn't have any plans at all, apart from cuddling up with her cat on the couch and watch some stupid reality show.

There was no way she could tell Kevin or anyone else something she couldn't even admit to herself, the fact that she still felt something for Jughead. Something that had been slowly burning in the depths of her heart for years, even though her mind attempted to forget about it and move on.

Nonetheless, she had no right to think that her feelings could justify her past actions. First, she needed to let him know the truth about what happened, hoping he'd decide to let her back into his life.

Then, perhaps, she could start fantasizing again about that hot body of his.

It had been over a week since 'the night of the rescue', as she liked to refer to it in her head, and she hadn't seen or talked to Jughead after that. She was wondering why he hadn't asked for his jacket back, but figured he probably at least a couple of identical ones, just like he had hundreds of s-printed shirts in high school. She smiled at the memory. He used to rock the hobo look, regardless of Cheryl Blossom's dry sense of humor on other people's fashion choices.

His style had changed a bit, from what she had the chance to witness. He still liked straight-leg pants, whether it was jeans or made of a more classic fabric, and apparently his love for suspenders was neverending. At some point he had ditched the flannels for good and replaced them with hoodies, sweaters and button down shirts - maintaining the same dark palette spectrum - which did nothing but highlight his lean upper-body.

One night, as she was watching tv with her cat nestled at her feet, she found herself scrolling through her phone contacts to search for his number. Later she'd blame her action on the two beers she'd been nursing without putting any food in her system beforehand, but anyway.

She sent him a message asking him to join her at Pop's for lunch the day after. She saw the bubbles appear quite instantly but his reply came various minutes later, like he was reflecting whether to answer her or not. When he did, he wrote that he most surely will have a busy day at school and he'd have to settle with what the vending machines had to offer.

She wanted to give back his jacket and maybe hoped to talk to him, face to face in a rather neutral field, somewhere cozy and familiar. Like their favorite place in town. His message made her sad. She realized that after taking her home he could have realized he made a mistake getting closer to her and decided he needed to stay away. Nobody could blame him, especially not her.

The following day, she decided to go to Pop's anyway since she had to run some errands and maybe drop by to Riverdale High to give him the jacket.
She asked for hamburger, fries and a milkshake to go and approached the counter to retrieve her order. Her hands were quite full thanks to her bulky briefcase, a giant dry-cleaning bag that her mother begged her to drop off at the laundry and another bag with Jughead's jacket.

She put all her stuff on a table and put the jacket on to be able to use both hands until she was in the car.

The waitress behind the counter looked at her curiously.

"Hey Betty..." Pop came out of the kitchen with two paper bags.

"You met my grand-daughter Tabitha? She's the boss now!" he explained hugging the young woman with a proud smile.

Betty could see the resemblance now, they had the same kind eyes and gentle smile.

"Nice to meet you Tabitha, I'm Betty."

She extended her hand and Tabitha shook it briefly, nodding, then went to tend to a customer at a booth.

Pop handed Betty one of the paper bags. "Here you are, darling. You're all set."
"Thanks Pop" Betty took out her wallet and payed her bill.

Betty was halfway to the door when Tabitha spoke to her again.

"Nice jacket." The woman looked at the jacket and then at Betty's face.

"Oh!" Betty looked surprised. "Thanks. Not mine though. I just borrowed it."

"From your boyfriend?" the question would have been casual if Betty hadn't noticed her previous peek at her and the way Tabitha's attention was focused on the custom embroidery on the right side of the jacket.

A small crown. Jughead's trademark.

Betty was starting to feel a bit under scrutiny and her first instinct was to tighten the jacket around her. That was a very possessive, childish and stupid thing to do, but her body moved without her consent.

"No he's...he's just a friend." She let out a sigh and shrugged.

"Oh, well. It was nice of him anyway."

Just as she was about to respond, Betty felt her cell ring. It was a message from Jughead. Great timing!
- Hey, sorry I let you down yesterday. You can stop at RH in the late afternoon if you want. I have parent-teacher meetings all day, so I'll probably won't have much time but I'm sure I can take a well-deserved coffee break. J -

She felt light-headed all of a sudden and her fingers glided on the screen immediately, typing a thumbs up emoji in return and smiling to herself.

She almost forgot that she was in the middle of a conversation of sorts and when she put the cell away, Tabitha was looking at her, puzzled.

"Yeah" Betty confirmed "he is always nice." She spoke the last few words in a barely audible whisper, then seemed to remember she wasn't alone. "I have to go now, thanks again."

As she walked to her car Betty thought that Tabitha seemed rather pleased to hear that the owner of the jacket wasn't her boyfriend and she wondered why. Surely enough Jughead had been to Pop's multiple times on lunch break or for a casual dinner lately, wearing that very same jacket. Maybe he and Tabitha met, she found him attractive and was just investigating his current relationship status?

Despite her efforts to play it cool, Betty found that thought exceptionally annoying. But she remembered to her inappropriate jealous self that it was none of her business and if Jughead wanted to date someone he was free to do so and she'd have to get over it.

Later that afternoon, Betty was walking down the main aisle at Riverdale High with a couple of coffee cups, heading to the teacher's room, when she saw Jughead talking with an elderly woman. He had a warm smile and a reassuring stance and she touched his arm lightly, seeming relieved by his words. Jughead had the power to make people feel at ease and comfortable with him, he'd always been a calming presence in her life, after all. Her safe haven in the midst of various very frightening storms.

After a few moments, the woman thanked him. When he turned to show her the exit he spotted Betty and started walking towards her.

It was as if she could see the old Jughead down the corridor, with a hint of a smile.

"Hi."

"Hi yourself." She beamed.

"I'm ready to take a break!"

"It's a good thing that I brought the big guns! Thought you might need a double shot to see this day through." Betty handed him a cup of very black, very strong coffee.

"You're a life savior! This is one of the downsides of the job. Well, this and faculty meetings. Those are really boring and basically useless, because nobody ever wants to really exchange opinions, but just to impose their own. Especially on the choice of the day off."

"Sounds horrible, Jug." Betty put on her best disgusted expression, but a smile danced on her lips.

"It is, but don't let Miss Bell hear you. I'm pretty sure she hates me already, she doesn't need any more excuses to despise me. In fact, let's just go outside for a bit. At least she'll have to work hard to find me and harass me."

Jughead lead the way through the main entrance and out in the garden, pointing out at the nearest picnic table. He climbed onto the bench and sit on the table. Betty followed him and sit at the opposite end, taking a deep breath. The sun was setting down and everything around them was lightly tinged with warm orange and red hues.

"Tell me, is Miss Bell still mad at you for running Principal Honey away from Riverdale High?"

On their senior year, in the middle of The Farm frenzy, when Waldo Weatherbee was deep into Edgar Evernever's mind control cult, his replacement, Mr. Honey descended upon Riverdale High and let's say they got off on the wrong foot. So when they forced him to leave the school, Miss Bell decided to make things hard for Jughead – who was responsible for writing the infamous 'Killing Mr. Honey' short story – and treated him like trash until graduation, refusing to mail a very important reference letter to the Dean at University of Iowa.

"Mad?" Jughead snorted and. "Mad doesn't even begin to cover it. I think she's secretly planning to murder me. She purposely gets my mail delayed, puts me at the bottom of any possible list and I suspect she asked Mrs. Paroo to remove all copies of my first novel from the library."

"It's either that or she's secretly in love with you and she's desperate to get your attention."

"Very funny, Betty" he laughed sipping his coffee. The strong blend stimulating his taste buds.

"This isn't Pop's" he said inhaling deeply from the cup. He was used to the diner's coffee, but this was something different.

"No, it's from that new place on Main Street, Coffee Haven. They have the widest coffee and tea blends range from all over the world. I thought you might like to try some."

"It's delicious. And strong. I think it's gonna get me through the next two hours of parent meetings. Hell, it'll probably keep me going all night, should I need to."

Betty froze mid-sip at his last words.

He was clearly talking about his teachers obligations, but her subconscious chose that moment to make a very inappropriate connection to something else that he could be doing all night long, and she wondered with who. Betty started biting her lips, annoyed at that thought, until Jughead cleared his throat.

"You alright?"

"Sorry, you were saying?"

"I wanted to assure you that being a teacher has its own perks too. Like getting to know people like that woman you saw wen you arrived. You know, she's raising her two twin nieces all by herself." Jughead told her. "Her daughter and son-in-law died in a car accident three years ago."

"That's so sad" she commented. "So are those girls both your students?"

"Yes, one of them is my class. Brilliant kid, actually. Reminds me a lot of myself for some reason. She's a bit of a loner, reads a lot, doesn't have many friends. I hope she will be ok."

"Well, you are. You did great, to be honest, Jug. If you think about all the things that could have gone wrong when you were younger, I'm pretty sure we can say you're a winner."

"I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I'm improvising too much in this teacher thing, I don't feel qualified enough and I don't want to let Principal Weatherbee and the school board down."
"You won't, Jug! You're the living proof that being born on the wrong side of the tracks does not define who you are. You're a talented, well-respected man and a great writer and now you have the chance to pass on some of your experience and wisdom to your students. I'm sure that girl will do great too. She has a wonderful teacher by her side."

This was the most heartfelt compliment he'd received in a long while and he smiled bashfully. Betty spoke with extreme honesty, she believed in Jughead. He'd come a long way and hearing him undervalue himself was unbearable for her.

"Sometimes I think my life could have been significantly different if my grandpa never left the family, you know. Seeing him again seven years ago was almost shocking."
"Are you still in touch?"

"Yeah, he came to visit me in Iowa a few times."

Betty was happy they managed to reconnect despite everything that happened.

They finished their coffees talking about how the school hadn't chanced that much over the years and the fact that chocolate pudding was still the worst dessert to order from the cafeteria.

"What do you have there?" he asked curiously eyeing the bag she was carrying.
"I brought you your jacket back."

"Oh..."

When he reached out to take the bag, their fingers touched and they both felt a spark. It only lasted a second but it was enough to suck the breath out of her lungs, like their skin was on fire. They were both still staring at each other when a group of cheerleaders ran past them and the magic vanished.

"So, uhm, have you been to Pop's a lot since you came back?"

"At least once or twice a week, why?"

"I was wondering if you already met the new manager."

"Who, his niece Tabitha?"

"Oh, so you've met her." Betty was testing the waters, but there was so much sleuthing she could do without Jughead starting to get suspicious. Plus she couldn't hide her slight disappointment.

"I did, I think she's cool. Pop told me she left a six figures job to come to Riverdale and help him with the diner" he spoke in appreciation and Betty felt a sting of jealousy.

"Mmh, interesting."

Jughead didn't miss the irony in her voice.

"I think she did something nice for her family, don't you?"

And why, Betty thought, in God's name are you defending her?

"I think she likes you."

He wasn't surprised. He noticed Tabitha's light flirting the few times they met at the diner but he had always remained neutral. He didn't want her to think things could evolve into something else than simple courtesy.

"How can you say that?"

"Because she's not that subtle at sleuthing." Betty's eyebrow jutted upwards. "She was trying to find out if you have a girlfriend."

"Really?" Jughead was enjoying Betty's little scene and he smiled, folding his arms on his chest.

"I'm sure she recognized your jacket by the crown on the front and since I was wearing it in that moment, she assumed you and I were..."

"...together?" he finished her sentence, a smug smile on his face. Betty nodded and turned her head, all of a sudden interested in the hideous wallpaper on the walls.

Anything rather than looking at him.

"I see, and what did you tell her?"

Betty needed to dodge a very dangerous bullet. She looked back at him with a shrug.

"That we're friends and you were kind enough to let me borrow it. What else could I tell her? I don't know anything."

"Right." There was a time when they knew basically everything going down in their lives, but for the past seven years, all the information on Jughead's life came in bits and pieces from Kevin or Toni, and even then it was different. She felt like a lame snoop asking about him to his friends, not to mention Jughead's proverbial consideration for privacy.

She realized that now she was the one craving to know more about his life, and whether or not he had a girlfriend.

"So, are you...?"

"Am I what?"

"Dating someone, I mean."

Her mouth-brain filters seemed out of control, clearly.

Jughead's nostrils flared in the attempt to stifle a laughter when he noticed her uneasiness.

Way too revealing. Her green eyes were wide and she had the most adorable pout on her lips.

"No."

Just a simple syllable and yet, it caused a massive jolt of jubilation in her heart.

"Well, if she asks me again I'll know what to tell her."

"Or," he looked her in the eyes, actually pinning her on the spot "you could keep this information to yourself. I don't want people to start prying on my private life. That's one major benefit about living in New York: nobody gives a damn about who I am and what I do."

Betty couldn't decide if she was happy or sad to hear that. The fact that he wasn't dating anyone made her selfish self cheer in appreciation, but if he didn't want to date it could only mean two things: his heart was still taken or even worse, broken. And there was no way she could be pleased at that thought. She wanted him to be happy.

"Also, I'm not interested in dating right now."

"Why?" The question came out before she had the chance to close her goddamned mouth.

"Is this your idea of being subtle at sleuthing?" He was still clearly amused, but he was sitting more stiffly on the table and she immediately noticed.

What the hell was she doing? The Holy Inquisition would probably go down easier on him.

"Sorry, it's none of my business."

It really wasn't, but Jughead decided to answer anyway.

"I don't want to date anyone, because I'm pretty sure I'm still in love with my ex" his lips were tight.

"Wouldn't be fair to date when my heart belongs to someone else, don't you think?"

Her heart sunk a bit deeper in her chest. So he had someone in his life and was still recovering from a recent breakup.

"I shouldn't have asked." She felt bad for him.

"No, but you did."

Betty's shoulders shrunk and she looked even more miserable than before.

Jughead on the other hand didn't seem so upset by her questioning, just a tad uneasy.

They finished their drinks in silence, the sun had almost completely set, and the perimeter lights were starting to flicker on.

"What about you?" His voice startled her, she was lost in thought, playing with the cap of her cup. "Sorry, what?"

"I was wondering...Are you seeing someone?"

She was surprised by his question, but for some reason she was eager to let him know she was alone.

"Oh no!" she quickly replied. "I've been on my own for over 8 months now. Too busy with training and work to have the energy to go on dates and meet new people. It's just too time-consuming."

"So you're all work and no play?"

He meant it to be a joke, but it came out just a tad too much like a provocative tease.

"I guess, yes. It's just me and Toffee at the moment. We're good."

When she looked up at him, for a split second she saw something she believed she wouldn't be lucky enough to see again: his eyes glimmering with something warm and inviting. And her heart skipped a beat. She may have tried her best to disguise her satisfaction in knowing he was single, but Jughead definitely did nothing of the sort.

"Toffee?"
"My cat. She's been my anchor. I found her while I was going through a very difficult time, I was feeling lonely and struggling with my mental health. She helped. I should probably say that she rescued me and not the other way around, like she knew what I needed."

He frowned when he heard her talk about experiencing a rough time and he wanted to know more.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Betty. Maybe someday you can tell me about it, if you want."

Had somebody hurt her? Was it work-related? Personal?

"Yeah, maybe, but things are getting better. I make progress everyday. Work is great, I'm seeing a therapist and I think I'm in a good place now, finally."

He was about to say something when Miss Bell magically appeared on the walkway, her tortoiseshell glasses perked on the tip of her nose and the most aggravated expression on her face.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Jones." By the arrogant look on her face, she wasn't sorry at all. "Jordan Mills' parents are here."

Jughead resisted the impulse to snap back at her, reminding himself that he'd been taught to being respectful towards elderly people. He faked his best charming smile and waved at the old woman, then he turned to Betty.

"Sorry. Duty calls."

"Don't worry. I need to go back at the office for a briefing anyway. Don't forget this." Betty handed out the bag with his jacket.

"See ya!" Jughead took it and mumbled a thank you before leaving.

When he walked past Miss Bell, Betty could swear the old woman shot her a disapproving look from above her half moon spectacles and, in that moment, Jughead's theories seemed rather convincing. She felt like sticking her tongue out and flipping her the bird, but instead, she got down from the table, disposed of the empty coffee cup and headed in the opposite direction to her car.