Riverdale

Define Serial Killer?

Summary: Set during season four, episode five. (Witness For The Prosecution) Instead of confiding in Kevin about her serial killer genes and repressed memories, she goes to her boyfriend; Jughead for comfort.

To: Juggie

From: Betts

Hi, Jug. I'm coming up to Stonewall. I need to talk to you.

To: Betts

From: Juggie

Everything okay?

To: Juggie

From: Betts

No. I really need to see you. It can't wait until the weekend.

To: Betts

From: Juggie

Okay… see you soon.

Betty's POV

It was around 5:00 by the time I got to Stonewall. There were a million thoughts running through my head as I pulled back out my phone.

To: Juggie

From: Betts

I'm here. Are you in your room?

To: Betts

From: Juggie

Heading back up from the library. I'll meet you there.

As I was walking to his room, I started thinking about how I was going to start the conversation. "There's not exactly a good way to tell your boyfriend that you are positive that you will end up becoming a serial killer," I thought as my eyes became teary again. I got to his room first, trying not to completely break down before getting a single word out. I slid to the floor, hugged my knees, and kept my head down, trying not to let any of the pompous preppies see me teary-eyed. A few minutes later I could hear Jughead's soft voice come from in front of me.

"Betty," he said while crouching down to put his hands on my arms.

He helped me up and we walked into the room.

"Forsythe," I heard his new roommate Bret say. "Aren't you usually in the library until it closes?"

"Obviously there's been a change of plans today Bret," he said referring to me. "Can you give us some privacy please?"

"Whatever. Don't be too long. I have a girl coming by soon," he said before grabbing his jacket and leaving.

I saw him roll his eyes before turning towards me.

"What's wrong Betty," he asked with concern in his blue-green eyes.

"A lot Jug. Ever since I found out about my dad and grandpappy, I feel like there is a ticking time bomb in the back of my head and after both Junior F.B.I. training classes I can hear it ticking louder and louder."

"What do you mean, Betts?"

"Jug, I could tell instantly which guy in the pictures is the serial killer, I have serial killers in my family, I have serial killer genes, and repressed memories of me killing my childhood cat. Now I can't get the thought out of my head that my dad is right. That one day my darkness is going to take over and that I'm going to do unspeakable things just like him and grandpappy. All the evidence is there Jug, I have the D.N.A., the predisposition, and same of the symptoms of becoming one."

At this point, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. He pulled me into his arms and rubbed my back, while waiting for me to calm down before speaking.

"Betty you have to stop letting people get inside your head and trust who you are," he said pulling me away enough to look into my eyes.

"But Jug, I don't even know who I am anymore. I sent Chick to my dad to get killed, I killed an innocent animal instead of getting her help, I almost drowned Chuck, and helped my mom cover up a murder. How does that make me any better than my dad, Jughead? Because I can't figure it out."

"You are nothing like your father, Betty and you never will be."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I know you. You are Betty Cooper, you're passionate, smart, caring, and have the biggest heart out of anyone that I know."

He took a second to gather his next thoughts before saying…

"You know other signs or symptoms of serial killers? They have hardly any emotions, they have a very hard time feeling love, and they feel absolutely no remorse. Betty I've seen you feel a whole range of emotions including remorse and I feel your love every day. Yes, you've done questionable things, like with Chuck but, Betty we all have. That doesn't mean you'll become a serial killer."

"I just can't seem to shake it Jug."

"Betty that night in the forest, you were looking at your father straight in the eyes. You had the gun in your hands. You had the chance to end it all right there, but you didn't, and you know why? Because of what you said yourself. You are not going to become your father. You are a good person Betty and some D.N.A. and a few questionable decisions is not going to change that."

"Thank you Jughead. You always know just the right things to say."

"Hey, I'm a writer and the boyfriend, It's my job."

And for the first time in four days, I was finally able to smile.

"And there's the famous and beautiful Betty Cooper smile," he said wiping the last of my tears off my face. "Did those nasty doubts and time bomb finally come out of your head?"

"I think so Jug, thank you. I felt like I was one more class away from losing my mind."

"We can't have that."

"No," I said giving him another smile and pulling him in for another hug.

After we pulled away, again, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me.

"I love you so much Jug."

"I love you too."

We climbed up on his bed and stayed there cuddling and catching up for a little while. At around 7:00 Bret came back and kicked us out.

"I'm sorry," Jughead expressed leaning against the wall in the hallway.

"It's okay, I need to be heading home anyway. If I accidentally break curfew again my mom's going to kill me."

"Yeah. See you Saturday."

I gave him another kiss before saying goodbye and heading out. I can feel that being in the F.Y.I. is the path I'm supposed to be on and now thanks to Jughead I'm ready to go back to training. What's the point of boyfriends If they can't confirm that you won't be a serial killer? Oh my god, I'm just (sorta) kidding, or am I?

A.N.: Riverdale is my current favorite guilty pleasure and I am so obsessed with Bughead right now it's not even funny. They are OTP to the finest. This is my first Riverdale story. If you like it please read and review. I have another Bughead one-shot in mind if you're interested.

Other than that, as Cheryl would say…

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