Jughead Jones could have punched himself. How stupid was he? Last night he kissed a girl. And not just any girl. He wasn't like Archie, who, despite his kind ways, could move on in less than a week. He had just left Betty, the girl that he kissed, the girl that he loved. He left her at the entrance to the school building. Why? He couldn't say. Maybe he had been wishing that last night had been a dream, perfect while it lasted, but over when they woke up. Jughead knew what happens in relationships. He saw his parents when he was a child. He has seen many a broken heart. His heart was to remain inside. Shown only to himself and his beanie. Yes, that is the way it should be. Jughead Jones would not be letting anyone in. He would not be letting down his guard. And he most definitely would not be kissing Betty Cooper.
Those were all the thoughts that accumulated in his head the way that water droplets form clouds. He went right to homeroom, not bothering to go past his locker. Slouching in his seat, Jughead pulled a book out of his bag. He glanced at the title and immediately wanted to throw it across the room. Romeo and Juliet taunted him, the couple's faces forever frozen in a happy state, thrilled to be in each others arms. What would they do if someone told them that they would both die very soon? Would they leave each other if they knew what was to happen, or would they take each other's hands and power through the good and bad? In his opinion, it was better to stay out of the fight. If he didn't put himself out there, no one would be able to hurt him.
Right?