Distractions
"Liars never prosper, Juggie, you know that." She was dead serious, the look on her face was priceless, her eyebrows knitted together, her eyes wide and glaring.
I smirk and lay back on the floor of her bedroom, flicking through the pages of a discarded book. "Clearly you've never been part of an all-female-bitch session, it's the only way to prosper."
" I don't like getting caught up in the gossip..." She turns back to look in her mirror scantily clad in her trademark lace and high pony tail, her legs were right in my view and I could almost follow her long legs up and to... she kicks me. Hard. "Can you concentrate? V wants us there in 45 minutes and you're busy here staring at me like I have some sort of problem. I think you've been hanging out with V and Kev for too long," she says looking down at me. "They always seem to think I have a problem," she adds, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Everyone has a problem. I have a problem. Ronnie, well, what isn't a problem to her?" I pull at her foot and throw the book on the floor, she knew how to stir me and as much as I would appreciate my inner self ignoring her digs, she knew just how to set me off. "You got guts, Bets," I say, kneeling next to her vanity chair. "And not much clothing on..." She giggles and shoves me away with her elbow, causing me to move back but I put my hands together as if in prayer. "You're a Goddess, you know that Cooper?"
She laughs again and rolls her eyes, shoving her homework to the side, why one would study in relative nakedness is beyond me but I refuse to bring it up. I am nothing if not a person who is welcoming to Betty Cooper's extreme comfort. "And what does that make you, huh?" she says raising her eyebrows. " A God?"
I snicker, me? A God? In comparison to her, I'm nothing. "It makes me a very religious man preaching about your beauty," I whisper, "Either that or I would be a crazed man accusing you of witch craft," I add with a shrug.
"You sure know how to brighten things don't you," she replies rolling her eyes. I look down at her lap but her hand reaches for my jaw and she pulls my head up. "Jug," she says, lifting me higher to brush my lips with hers. "You and your crazy quips will be the death of me," she adds softly.
Her tongue edges in slowly. Painfully slow. Like a slow drag of a cigarette. The vanilla that is her mouth edging in just as slow. And then I was rudely pulled out of my trance when she pushes me away as my hands move up her calves.
"Elizabeth!" I whine jokingly but she doesn't meet my eyes.
"Gotta get ready, Juggie. V is going to kill us and we still have to go get Archie!" she begins concentrating on her lips and lipgloss as though not to get a smudge out of line, but her and I both know she is perfect and that was a sin she would never commit. "And if you keep distracting me then we will never end up going."
"Doesn't sound that bad to me, tell me how I can distract." I say but she glares at me.
I get up and try and shake my need for Betty off me. Sometimes it was too much. Sometimes I just needed her near me or I need her touching me or sometimes I just needed my lips on her neck and the swell of her breasts and... Shit, I needed a cigarette.
I open the window and swing my legs over the ledge but a whoosh through the air and a smack to the head tells me that Bets just threw something at me or something more sinister as in, she may be trying to kill me. "What, Bets?" I say turning to look over my shoulder at her.
"Are you going?" she asks me, the look on her face makes my heart swell a little. Even though we're not official, well, I have become an avid liar, trying to convince my inner self that I am not reliant on the blonde in front of me.
"I'm not going, just gonna have a smoke," I tell her. "I'll stay on the ladder, I'll lean over here."
She gives me a lopsided grin. "Ok, be quick."
"Why? Scared we'll be late to the dinner party?"
She just shrugs and turns back to the mirror. "Maybe, it depends on how quick we'll be..."
I raise an eyebrow. She was testing me, either that or she knew how to control me and fuck, it was working. I stayed cool though, one must keep their head during temptation and I congratulate myself on my success.
"I will just finish this," I call through the window, flicking my cigarette.
Betty comes up to the window and knocks, waving me to come in and I wanted to leap in the air, dive through that damn window, take her on the floor. But I didn't. I remained cool and calm.
Just.
I stride through the window and back into her room, her pink spray bottle being thrown around, trying to remove the smell of my cigarette in the air. "I was out there for six minutes, Bets," I mutter as I pull her closer to me. "And you still don't have any more clothes on."
She giggles next to me and she spins, knocking her hips against mine. Making things a hell of a lot uncomfortable for me. We move on and the awkward battle ensues. Too much tongue, not enough hands, too much grinding on her behalf and a hell of a pair of increasingly tightening jeans. My mouth finds the crook of her neck and I hear her gasp, making me smile against her skin. I smudge the vanilla tasting lipgloss along her mouth, a slick trail of shimmer across her neck as well but she keeps grinding closer. And closer. And closer. And...
"Jug! Oh shit man, ahh!" The voice of Archie Andrews fills the air and a hiss in my ear tells me that Betty was not a happy person.
"Get out Arch!" she almost yells at him. "We're studying!"
"Studying?" Both my best friend and I say in unison. Betty shakes her head at me and bends down carefully to pick up my flannel from the ground.
"You're weak, Juggie," she says, sitting back down on her bed and picking up her gloss to reapply. Somehow I feel that she does not like to be interrupted...
"Jug?" Arch says, "Uh, want to go sit outside?"
I just shake my head, there was no way I could turn to face him in this condition.
Author's Note: I'm having so much fun with this. Please review! I'd love to know if I should carry on, fellow Bugheads.
Love, Cara.