"Ah, Miss Cooper," beams principal Weatherbee, "Just the person I was hoping to run into this morning."

Betty smiles politely as she pauses to speak with Mr. Weatherbee, her friends scattering to get to class having been caught lingering after the bell.

"Step into my office if you could spare a moment at lunch," he requests kindly before walking off with his stack of documents in hand, leaving Betty to stare in confusion.

All throughout the first half of the day, Betty wonders what Principal Weatherbee could possibly need to speak with her about. His tone didn't indicate that it should be anything of concern, but she's beginning to grow impatient as to what it could be. She taps her pencil atop her desk, earning glares from her surrounding classmates as she watches the clock. Only two minutes remain until lunch and she's certain the clock hands have stopped moving entirely.

At the bell, she high tails it out of the room, eager to know what her meeting with Weatherbee is about. She rushes to stuff her chemistry books into her locker, disregarding her typical organization as she traps the mess of books and papers with a quick slam of the metal door. As she rounds the corner to the office, she slams into what she's certain to be a brick wall and falls flat on her butt. With a silent hiss toward the pain of her collision with the tile floor, she looks up at said wall, finding it not to be a wall at all, but a person. A scowling, angry looking guy to be exact. With a scoff toward her at his feet, he shrugs his backpack higher on his shoulder and steps around her.

"Why yes, I would love some help off the floor," she mutters to herself as she watches him walk away. With a roll of her eyes and a new found hatred for whoever that jerk was, she brushes herself off and heads into the office.

Sitting alone in an empty classroom, Jughead pulls a pocket knife from his jacket pocket and begins to carve a crown into his newly claimed desk. He'd nearly made it his entire morning without meeting anyone in the halls between classes, but that stupid girl ruined it. He hates this school already and all the preppy snobs in it. His stomach growls as he carves, reminding him that he hasn't eaten since yesterday's breakfast of a half-eaten bag of corn chips. He does his best to ignore the burn and works on the fine details of his desktop crown. The crinkling of a bag alerts him to the presence of another.

"I see you've already started defacing school property," Betty comments as she settles into a desk two rows over.

Jughead says nothing as he glares daggers into the terribly clumsy girl he'd run into in the hallway. He watches her out of the corner of his eye as she lays out her notebook and pencil atop her desk.

"Hey," Betty scolds as her chip bag is swiped from her desk. With a deep scowl, she watches him pour the contents of the bag into his mouth.

As he chews loudly, bits of chip falling from his chin, he drops it back down in front of her and moves back to his own desk to finish carving.

"Dick," she mumbles under her breath as she gets up to throw away the empty chip bag.

"What was that," he clips, pointing the blade of his knife in her direction with an intimidating gleam in his eye.

She turns on her heels at the waste basket and moves back to her desk.

"I said you're a dick," she scoffs with a shrug, rendering Jughead speechless.

He had expected her to ignore him. He'd expected that she would zip her lips out of fear. He hadn't expected the tiny blonde princess to boldly call him out as if it were nothing.

"Bitch," he grumbles to himself, finding her absolutely infuriating.

"Oh please," she scoffs, rolling her eyes as she turns to lean over the back of her chair in his direction, "You knocked me on my ass and didn't even have the decency to offer to help me up. Then, you help yourself to the one bag of chips I'm allowed to eat all week, and I'm the bitch? Fuck you Forsythe."

The chair he'd been sitting in crashes to the floor. "Don't ever fucking call me that," he grits through his teeth as he gets in her face, holding the tip of his blade under her chin.

Betty huffs a laugh as they stare each other down, "I'd watch your back, Forsythe."

Jughead presses the tip of his blade against her skin, but Betty's scowl is unwavering, only furthering his anger.

"You're attendance at this school depends on me, and at the moment, I believe you to be a danger to our classmates."

With the narrowing of his eyes, Jughead backs down and returns to his desk. Betty raises an expectant brow at the knife still open on his desk. His jaw clenches as he dramatically makes a point of putting it away. The smug, victorious smirk on Betty's face makes his blood boil but he knows when to back down.