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By the time they got to Jughead's trailer. Betty didn't want to talk.

Jughead kissed her softly after showing her the bathroom and getting her a washcloth, "I'll be in the living room."

"Thanks Jug," she whispered closing the door.

Washing her face, Betty felt more like herself. She still couldn't believe she had spilled Archie's secret. A few silent tears escaped her eyes as she stared in the mirror. She didn't feel like herself anymore.

Grabbing one his shirts, Jughead sat on the couch. His dad's letterman's hanging from a kitchen chair. This was one high school dance he wasn't going to forget.

Betty walked into the living room and looked at Jughead. Fighting back tears, "I thought you might like to change," Jughead shrugged holding up his shirt.

Betty couldn't help but laugh. Taking off her mom's jacket she pulled his shirt over her head.

"Betty," Jughead breathed as she reached for the zipper on the front of her skirt.

"Sorry," she mumbled, "I didn't..."

Standing up he spun her around. Her back pressed against his chest. Jughead slowly lowered the zipper. Gently letting the skirt fall away.

The soft sigh that escaped Betty's lips didn't go unnoticed. Kissing her neck softly. Jughead picked her up and laid on the couch. Pulling her closer.

Closing her eyes, Betty snuggled into his embrace.

FP opened the door to the trailer and walked in. Stopping he saw his letterman's on a kitchen chair. Turning he stopped in his tracks.

Jughead and Betty were snuggled together on the couch. Betty in one of Jughead's shirts. Her mom's jacket and her skirt on the floor on the other side of the room.

Wiping a hand over his face, he took a deep breath.

He was hoping against all hope that what it looked like had happened didn't actually happen.

Walking into the kitchen, FP started to make some coffee. Hoping the smell would wake the slumbering teenagers in his living room.

Betty's phone laid on the coffee table. The buzzing sound was driving her nuts, "stop calling," she mumbled hitting ignore.

Blinking she looked around and realized she wasn't at home. And she definitely wasn't in her bed.

Jughead felt Betty stir. Tightening his arm, he pulled her back to him, "go back to sleep," he grumbled, his hand sliding up the t-shirt.

Looking over her shoulder, Betty felt her eyes grow wide, she had stayed at Jugheads, "Jug," she whispered panicked, "we fell asleep!"

Rubbing his eyes, "we were exhausted," he said, "it's not easy being us," he finished, fighting a yawn.

FP almost laughed, "oh my god," Betty breathed looking at her phone, "my mom has been calling me all night."

"And I bet she'll be arriving her any minute," FP mused walking into the living room.

"Dad," Jughead jumped off the couch, "nothing…" he was interrupted by a banging on the door.

Betty's face paled. FP grimaced. Jughead gulped. Alice Cooper had arrived, "FP JONES YOU OPEN THIS DOOR!" she screamed.

"Both of you breathe," FP commanded, "and get your story straight, I'll try to hold her off."

Jughead and Betty looked at each other. Nothing had happened.

FP opened the door and stepped outside. Forcing Alice down the steps, "where is Betty?" she demanded.

"Inside," he answered taking a drink of his coffee.

"I'm going to get her."

"Give them a minute, Alice."

"Excuse me?" she glared, "give them a minute to do what?" she asked shoving past him.

Betty stopped mid strip. Jughead blinked, hoping his girlfriend's mom wasn't seeing what she was.

Alice stood rooted to the spot, "you said you weren't sleeping together," she whispered looking at Betty.

"Mom," Betty breathed, "nothing happened…"

"Then why are you wearing his shirt?" Alice retorted, angry.

Looking at Jughead, Betty felt the tears fall. Alice looked at him as well.

"Last night was a long night," he supplied, stepping towards Betty, who had pulled his shirt back down.

FP came in and stood behind Alice, "why don't we go to Pop's for some breakfast and you two can explain."

Alice shook her head, "No, Betty and I are going home."

"Mom," Betty pleaded.

"Now!"

Squeezing her eyes shut. Betty grabbed her mom's Serpent jacket and hurried after her.

"I'm sorry," she said looking back at Jughead.

Jughead followed her out, "Betty," he called as opened the car door.

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her close, "it's going to be okay," he whispered.

Betty looked at him. Cupping her cheeks, he kissed her softly.

FP stood on the small porch and watched his son. Something had happened last night. Just not what he and Alice had jumped on.

"Betty, now," Alice commanded.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow," she whispered.

Jughead nodded and closed the car door.

"Boy," FP started.

"Nothing happened."

Arching an eyebrow, "and yet she was in one of your shirts."

"I thought it would make her more comfortable."

"Jughead…"

"We didn't sleep together!" Jughead exclaimed, shoving past his dad.

Ignoring the fact that his dad was following him, Jughead turned on the shower. Cold water.

"Another cold shower?" FP noted, looking at his son.

"Yes, is that a problem?"

"Not for me," FP smirked, "but I'm guessing it is for you."

Jughead glared at his dad, "why don't you two believe us?"

FP stopped smirking, "Jug, Alice and I have been where you and Betty are now. The honeymoon phase, everything is great."

Silent tears streamed down Betty's face as her mom drove them home. Pulling into the driveway she jumped out the car and ran inside.

Racing up to her room, she slammed the door. Sliding down it, she pulled her knees up to her chest.

Alice followed Betty upstairs, "Betty," she started calmly, trying her daughter's door.

"Open the door," she said pushing against it.

"No," Betty whispered, "you don't believe me."

Sitting down in the hallway, Alice stared at the door, "Betty, when you didn't come home last night, I was terrified," she explained, "then you weren't answering your phone, I didn't know what had happened," she continued, "and then…"

Betty unlocked her door, "then what?" she asked keeping it closed.

"Archie came by and…"

"What did he want?" Betty demanded opening the door all the way.

Alice stared at her daughter. Her usual calm, easy going demeanor gone, "he told me that you and Jughead couldn't keep your hands off each other at the dance and that you left early…"

Betty laughed, "that's rich," she snorted.

"You're wearing Jughead's shirt," Alice pointed out, "what was I supposed to think?"

"You could have trusted me!"

Looking at her daughter, Alice, "Mom, I didn't lie to you," Betty whispered, "Jughead and I aren't sleeping together."

"Then why didn't you come home?"

Wiping away errant tears, "because homecoming was awful," Betty cried, "I just wanted…"

Standing up Alice pulled her daughter close. Jughead had done what she had asked. He had been there for Betty.

"We'll discuss this later. Why don't you shower and change," Alice spoke, "I'll start making breakfast."

Betty stared after her mom. Of course. Alice Cooper couldn't comfort her daughter.

Jughead stood outside Betty's house. Looking at the ladder, he started to walk towards it. Stopping he took his beanie off and ran a hand through his hair. Turning he walked towards the front door.

Knocking, he waited, "Jughead," Alice Cooper said surprised, "what are you doing here?"

"I came to see Betty," he said shifting awkwardly.

"And you didn't just climb through her window?" Alice accused.

"Mrs. Cooper, I'm trying," he admitted, "nothing happened last night."

Alice moved out of the doorway and let him inside, "Betty is in her room."

Jughead nodded and headed upstairs.

Betty was sitting at her desk. Staring at her homework. She had been for about 20 minutes. A soft knock at her door got her attention.

"Jug," she smiled, "what?"

Walking in he sat at her feet and looked up at her, "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

Betty moved to sit beside him, "I'm fine," she supplied.

Kissing her cheek, "that never means fine."

Giving him a half smile, "she doesn't believe me," Betty whispered.

Jughead wrapped his arms around her, "it's okay. We know nothing happened."

"But what about?"

"What about what?" he asked, pulling back.

Betty took a deep breath, "Archie came over here this morning and told my mom we couldn't keep our hands off each other at the dance. And that we left early."

Jughead sucked in a breath. He was really beginning to not like red, "the whole dance ended early."

"I know."

Squeezing her hand, "we'll deal with the rumors."

Betty shifted so that she was straddling Jughead's lap, "why are you doing this for me?" she questioned, her fingers playing in the hair on his neck.

Jughead snuck a kiss, "because sometimes a girl needs someone in shining leather to help them."

Laughing, she laid her head against his shoulder, "I thought you hated that."

"It's better than hobo."

Snickering she wrapped her arms around him, "I wish you could stay."

"Me too," he whispered kissing her hair.

Walking Jughead out, Betty felt calmer than she had all day. They hadn't talked, just held each other. Like the night before.

Alice watched her daughter. She wanted to believe her that nothing had happened, but something in the way Archie had told her about the dance made her uneasy.

"Walk you to school tomorrow?" Jughead asked, holding Betty loosely.

Betty nodded, "I'd like that."

"Good night, Betty Cooper."

"Good night, Jughead Jones."

Climbing on his bike, Jughead smiled and headed home.

Archie stood on his porch and watched Betty and Jughead. She was going to have to pay. She wasn't as innocent as she wanted everyone to think she was.

Pulling out his phone, Archie smiled. Trev had come through.

Shifting from foot to foot, Jughead stared at the Cooper's front door. "Jughead," Alice said looking at the boy, "were you ever going to ring the doorbell?"

"Huh?" he asked. He hadn't been paying attention.

"You've been standing out here for 10 minutes."

"Sorry, I didn't mean."

Alice stepped outside, "Jughead," she said, "I don't know what happened at homecoming and I'm not thrilled with what I saw yesterday morning but thank you for taking care of Betty."

"I care about her."

"I can see that."

"Then why don't you believe us?"

Alice closed her eyes, "because I was once a teenage girl attracted to a Jones man."

Jughead made a face, what did that have to do with him and Betty?

Betty joined her mom and Jughead outside, "secret society meeting?" she asked hoping to break the tension.

Not able to hide his smirk, "no, just a less frosty greeting," Alice supplied, "have a good day at school you two."

Taking Jughead's hand, Betty smiled.

Archie stood by the main doors; just inside. He couldn't wait to see Betty's face. Now everyone, including the Serpent would see that she isn't miss innocent.

Kevin halted in the hallway and looked around. There were pictures of Betty everywhere. And they weren't good.

Opening the door, Jughead could tell something was wrong. The hallway was too quiet. No one was saying a word. Everyone was just staring.

Betty gasped as she looked around, "oh my god," she whispered covering her mouth, "who?"

Archie stepped forward, "you ruined me," he sneered, "now it's your turn."

"Archie," she breathed, "who? when? how?"

Jughead looked at the pictures. In almost every picture, Betty was missing an article of clothing. And it wasn't innocent. She hadn't known the pictures were being taken. Except for one.

That picture was hanging on Jughead's locker. He stood there and stared at it. Betty was in a short skirt, top off and staring at the camera, licking her lips. She had enjoyed taking that photo.

Turning he looked at her. She was staring at him, tears streaming down her face.

"Jughead," she cried, "I…"

Taking a deep breath, Jughead turned and walked out of school. He couldn't do it, not today. Today he needed space.

Betty watched Jughead walk away. Crumbling to the floor, she didn't notice when hands picked her up and carried her out of the school.

Alice had raced to the high school when Principal Weatherbee had called. All he said was that it was urgent.

Stepping into the hallway she saw her daughter, Jughead and lots of unsavory pictures, "Betty," she whispered.

Moving out of the way, Alice stared after Jughead like her daughter. He looked so confused.

FP moved out of his son's way. He knew better than to get in his way when he wanted to go somewhere.

"Alice," FP said, "Alice!"

"Huh?"

"You need to get her out of here," FP instructed. Looking at Betty who was crumpled on the floor.

"I can't…" Alice stammered, "I don't…"

FP shook his head, "she's your daughter," he reminded her as he picked Betty up.

"Wow," Archie taunted, "Betty likes older Serpents too. And here I thought she only screwed water polo players."

Alice snapped her attention to Archie, "you did this," she seethed.

"What?" he mocked, "showed the school that your 'perfect' daughter is everything but. Yeah, I did."

"Why?"

"Because she ruined my life!"

"Betty wouldn't do that."

Archie laughed, "then ask her what happened at Homecoming."

Alice stared at him. FP had already walked out of the school, holding Betty close.

Betty clung to FP. He smelled like Jughead, but she knew it wasn't him. He had walked away from her. He was disgusted. And he should be. She had been so stupid. How had she not known that Trev was taking pictures of her.

Jughead drove to the clearing. He needed somewhere to collect his thoughts. Walking to the railing he took a deep breath. Looking over his shoulder, he wasn't surprised to see his dad pull up.

"Jughead," FP started, walking towards him.

"I know. I shouldn't have left her," Jughead reprimanded himself.

FP stopped, "way to take away my job as a parent, boy."

Snorting, "yeah, cause you've been great at that."

"I'm trying, Jughead."

Shrugging, "is she okay?"

"No."

"How could she?" Jughead began then stopped.

FP watched his son, "you love her, don't you?"

Spinning to face his father, "why would you say that?" he snapped.

"Because your defensive about the question and you look ready to kill the person who took those photos," FP explained, smirking.

Jughead glared at his dad, "how come it's so easy for you to say it?" he murmured, "I get tongue tied just looking at her."

"I'm not the one dating her," FP laughed, "I'm also not the one who is taking cold showers."

"Not helping."

"She needs you right now, Jughead."

Betty laid on her bed. She wasn't crying anymore. She wasn't feeling anything. Her mom was sitting in the desk chair, glaring at her.

"I can't believe you let someone take those kinds of photos of you," Alice seethed. Betty hadn't said a word since FP had laid her on her bed.

Burying her head in her pillow, Betty ignored her mom. Hearing the doorbell and her mom finally move. She let the final tears stain her pillow.

Jughead rang the doorbell, "please be Betty," he whispered when he heard the lock tumble.

"Jughead," Alice sneered, "what are you doing here?"

Taking a deep breath, "I want to see Betty."

"Alice," FP said moving to stand beside his son, "let us in."

"No."

"Alice."

"No, FP," she stood her ground.

"Alice."

Losing some of her resolve, "she won't even look at me."

Jughead looked at his dad. He had Alice distracted. Making his way into the Cooper house, he headed upstairs.

Standing in Betty's doorway, he watched her shoulders shake. Taking off his coat, he walked over and crawled onto the bed.

Betty stiffened when her bed shifted under, "it's okay, it's me," Jughead whispered sitting so she could see him.

"I didn't know he was taking them," she cried, "he had always been…"

"Shhh…"

Laying down, Jughead smiled when Betty snuggled against his side, "I'm sorry, I left school," he whispered, "I just…"

"I'm not what you expected," she whispered, rolling away from him.

Wrapping his arm around her waist, Jughead pulled her against him, "no you're not," he agreed, "you're you, Betty Cooper."

Tucking a stray hair behind her ear, "your editor of the Blue and Gold. A River Vixen, though I don't know why. You don't back down from a fight. And…"

Betty rolled over and looked at him, "and what?" she asked, her eyes rimmed in red.

"and…"

"Jug."

"I…"

Jughead couldn't say it. Not yet. He knew he loved her. But right now, she just needed him to be there for her. He didn't need to add more pressure to her.

"Nothing," he said, "I'm just sorry."

A tear slid down her cheek, "me too."

Sliding a hand into her hair, Jughead pulled Betty into a soft kiss. Pulling away, he laid back as she rested her head on his chest. Her arm around his waist, holding herself tight against him.

Alice and FP stood in the hallway and watched their children.

"Something happened at Homecoming," Alice admitted when they were back in the kitchen, "I don't know what, but it was bad."

FP looked at Alice, "Betty would never intentionally hurt someone."

"Archie had a video of us," Jughead explained, walking into the kitchen. Betty behind him.

"What kind of video?" FP ground out. Looking at the two teenagers.

Betty swallowed hard, "we were just kissing," she admitted, "maybe exploring."

"Exploring what?" Alice demanded.

"Each other," Jughead added.

Alice gaped at her daughter. She didn't this version. She wanted her innocent daughter back. The one who would tell her everything.

"Mom, please," Betty whispered, "I'm still your daughter."

Shaking her head, "what happened at Homecoming?"

"I told Archie's biggest secret," Betty informed, "he only got into music, because he was screwing Ms. Grundy."

"The music teacher?" Alice asked.

"Yes."

"How did you find out?"

"He told me," Betty continued, "he was playing a new song for me. I asked him who helped him get it ready."

"The variety show song?" Alice nodded, "of course. They were very friendly that night."

Betty nodded, "he told me that he and Ms. Grundy had started 'seeing' each other last summer."

"Betty, why didn't you tell someone?" FP asked.

"Archie was my best friend," she said, sadly, "I couldn't hurt him. I liked him."

Jughead bristled, "liked," she reiterated.

Nodding, "after we were crowned, we went to have our dance and all sudden there was a video playing behind the dj of us in the Blue and Gold," Jughead finished explaining.

Alice was about to ask how that meant that Betty had those kinds of photos, when a knock at the door happened.

"You expecting more company?" FP asked.

"No," Alice snapped walking to the door, "Fred, Archie; what are you doing here?"

"Archie needs to apologize to Betty," Fred informed as Alice led them to the kitchen.

Fred and Archie stopped when they saw FP and Jughead there. Jughead pulled Betty tight against him. FP stood up and stepped closer to his son and Betty.

"FP," Fred said, "didn't expect to see you here."

"Yeah, a bit out of my element," FP admitted, "but Jughead here is dating Betty so."

Fred nodded, "Jughead."

"Mr. Andrews," Jughead said nodding. Still not letting go of Betty, who was gripping his arm with white knuckles.

Archie glared at Betty, "how is it that you still come out unscathed?" he demanded to know, "you're the slut."

"I'm not," she whispered.

"That's not what Trev says."

Betty stared at him, "Trev and I went on 3 dates. 2 of those were at parties held by the water polo team."

Archie smirked, "I know. Where do you think those pictures came from?"

"Trev?" Betty murmured, "he wouldn't."

"Of course, he would," Archie retorted, "you left him high, dry and hard at the last party after your little strip tease. Then this Serpent comes to school and you can't keep your hands off him."

Betty dug her nails into her palm. Jughead tighten his grip around her and forced his fingers between hers, "knock it off red," he threatened.

"What are you going to do about it, Serpent?" Archie taunted.

"That's enough!" Alice screeched, "Get out of my house!"

"Archie," Fred warned.

"We don't want his apology," Alice snapped, "get out of my house and stay away from my daughter!"


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