Cingulomania

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This is a work of fanfiction, no copyright infringement is intended. I own nothing pertaining to the Archie Comics/Riverdale universe.

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Chapter 11

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The week started off easy enough, new transfer students receiving schedules and tours for the first few days. Veronica managed to rope in Kevin and Archie to help with the transition, Betty said she wanted to help but couldn't do to a schedule conflict. Veronica knew better, the look on Betty's face every time she seen Jughead said enough, Betty was trying to distance herself; no one could blame her.

It wasn't until the third week after Southside high was closed that Betty really had a run in with Jughead Jones. She was sitting in the Blue and Gold office, going over one of Kevin's newest articles when the door swung open, a gray beanie bouncing into view. She wasn't expecting a visit from anyone, much less Jughead, Sweet Pea was on Serpent's business and promised to pick her up after he was done.

"Betty. How are you?" Jughead tried to place a smile on his face, things were so strained between the two of them.

"Hi Jug, I'm alright, just editing. You?" Betty sat up straighter, trying to keep a bright smile on her face. Jughead knew better.

"It's cool Betts, you don't have to act like we're friends. I figured I'd offer the olive branch, in hopes I could get back on with the paper. That is, if you are alright with me being here." She flinched at the nickname, but kept her appearances up.

"Of course you can come back. I would never keep you from writing Jug. You know the deadlines, I'll need your article for the next paper by Monday." She smiled again, then tried to get back to the article in front of her.

"Oh, okay. Well thanks Betty, it means a lot to me. I'll have the file to you before Monday. Is it cool if I stay and work on something?" Jughead was definitely out of his element, feeling like he was imposing on her life.

"Sure, I'll be leaving in a little while, once-" Betty's mouth hung open slightly, she felt guilt telling Jughead as much as she had already.

"Yeah, Sweet Pea should be done at the Wyrm soon right? I just came from there. I know how to lock up Betty, I'm no stranger to the Blue and Gold." He offered her his signature sideways grin. She eased a little at his words and his smile. It felt like old times, almost.

"Well then let's get to work." She continued to read Kevin's article, listening to the key taps of Jughead's computer across from her.

Her phone vibrated in her back jeans pocket, it was Sweet Pea, letting her know he was there for her. She closed out the computer, shutting it off then sliding into her leather jacket, backpack hanging onto to one of her shoulders. Jughead tried to pretend he wasn't watching her across the room, that he wasn't jealous of the dumb tall boy that no doubt waited for her to jump on the back of his bike like she'd been doing for weeks now.

"You're out of here then?" Jughead leaned back in his wooden chair.

"I am. I have work to do, but I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Jughead." She waved slightly, offering him a small smile then left the office. She didn't look behind her, walked swiftly to the front entrance of the school. If she looked back in the direction of her ex she might try to ask questions, might try and understand Jughead's actions. So she picked up her pace, pushing a little too hard on the door upon exiting the building, clanking loudly as it opened.

Eyes wandering over the nervous mannerisms as she came bounding down the school steps, this wasn't how Betty usually came out to great him. Sweet Pea could tell something had changed since he'd kissed her after school this afternoon. He had a feeling he knew what was going on, he'd seen Jughead leave the Whyte Wyrm early, and his bike was parked in the lot. Sweet Pea stood up, swinging his long leg over the back of the bike, meeting Betty at the bottom of the steps, his arms immediately bringing her to his body.

"What's wrong? Did he say something, do something?" Sweet Pea had been on edge, worrying about what Jughead was going to do and say when he finally asked for his position back at the paper.

It wasn't that he was scared about the proximity of Jughead to Betty, they'd been to every meeting together. It was more about the way that Jughead still looked at Betty. Sweet Pea would catch the beanied little shit looking at her from across the Whyte Wyrm, licking his lips at her new found confidence. The girl was practically radiating sex appeal now that she'd shrugged off her innocent pastel cardigans and modest skirts and blouses. She'd upgraded to lacy shirts, shorter skirts and tight jeans that showed her assets off. Jughead would meet Sweet Pea's eye, turn every shade of crimson then leave out of the back door. It wasn't like Sweet Pea hadn't noticed the string of blondes hanging on Jughead's every word either, or Jughead's obvious disappearing acts after meetings and jobs. Sweet Pea had lived that life once too, getting caught up in the drugs, drink and women.

"He didn't do anything. I want to know sometimes, what he was thinking, why he thought that I would stay away from the Serpents just because he dumped me." She skimmed his jawline with the backs of her fingers.

"He didn't do it because he doesn't want you anymore, he watches you like a hawk. I can't blame him, you're sexy as hell." Sweet Pea's hands slid down Betty's spine, coming to rest on her backside, a few fingers sliding into the pockets of her jeans.

"It doesn't matter if he wants me or not. That's why I didn't ask him anything. I'm not his anymore." On her tiptoes now, her lips are soft on Sweet Pea's, her thumbs lightly rub over his cheek bones. He revels in her touch, his heart beats heat throughout his body.

"You're definitely not his anymore. You're all mine babe." His palm is on the back of her neck, tilting her head back slightly, a smile playing on her lips. He kisses her deeply, tasting her lips is his favorite past time.

"We have work to do Sweet Pea, let's go."

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Jughead had been watched Betty out of the corner of his eye while she left. He could almost hear her thoughts, her pain filled questions on the tip of her tongue. He wanted to tell her it was a mistake, that he'd been so scared to lose her he had to make her go away on his terms. He'd seen her almost everyday at the Whyte Wyrm, at the meetings, becoming more and more involved with the club. He knew he was wrong for what he did, with Penny out of the way now, he could see that he was wrong.

Pushing the seat back from the desk he sat at, he tried not to follow her, but he couldn't help it. He was drawn to her, so he walked down the hallway after her, slowly as to not alert her to his stalker ways. She shoved the door open harshly, the banging sound echoing in the hallway. His forehead touched the cool pane of glass, he hated to see her run into Sweet Pea's arms, how he folded himself around her. Sweet Pea was so protective of her, he was always around her, always touching her or watching her when he couldn't place his massive hand on the small of her back. Witnessing their obvious affection for each other sent ripples of anger and piercing heat through his body, his hands balled in fists to stave the electric pins and needles away from his fingertips.

How could she run to him of all people? Even Fangs had entertained less hang arounds than Sweet Pea, and that was saying a lot. Sure, Jughead had his fun after he'd sent Betty careening into the tumultuous lifestyle of his own version of an arch nemesis, but it was easy to walk into the Wyrm and find some willing woman to take his sorrows out on. It wasn't a particularly healthy way to deal, but when you're depressed and there's a hot mouth waiting for you, it could be fairly difficult to deny. He only ever pictured Betty when he was in the midst of the hang arounds. He only ever really wanted Betty, the slim frames of ready and willing Serpent sluts was a way to drown his sorrows. He felt sick to his stomach, remembering the times that is was Sweet Pea disappearing in a dorm room with one of those girls instead of him.

Here Betty was wrapped around the promiscuous boy he'd hated from almost the start of all of this. If he'd known that Sweet Pea would be the rebound that Betty sought, he'd never have dumped her. And just how in the hell did she change so drastically? How did she become this bombshell of a girl in only three weeks? What did Sweet Pea have that he didn't? It literally kept him up at night, thinking of all of the things Sweet Pea was no doubt pressuring her into. He wanted to hurl, watching her black denim thighs hug tightly to Sweet Pea's on the back of the bike. White knuckles smashed into the thick glass, it didn't even crack a little. Jughead wished it had, or better yet, that it was Sweet Pea's smug face he'd slammed into.

Jughead returned to the office, packing his laptop up into his satchel, then locked up the room. His anger had him taking longer than usual strides, then two steps at a time away from the school. He'd made it to his bike in record time, smashing the heel of his boot down into the pedal of the bike to start it. It roared to life, and before it had time to idle, he was revving the engine and pushing off from the curb he'd parked next to. Speed was no issue, he didn't have a rider with him, so if he spun out or even crashed, it'd mean little to nothing to the small shit town he lived in.

He kept trying to tell himself if was just a phase that Betty was going through, that she'd return to normal, and they'd end up back together soon. He tried like hell to take the turn to go home, but he somehow couldn't bare the thought of being alone in his trailer. That's how he ended up in the Whyte Wyrm, grabbing the first slim blonde with a ponytail he could find. Locking the door behind them, he was already palming the girl's huge breast. He couldn't help it when his dick throbbed beneath his zippered fly when he pushed her to her knees before him. He felt guilty for a moment when he dipped his erection into her hot wet mouth, letting his head fall back on his shoulders.

"Betts." He whispered in the air, to himself, and to no one at all. She didn't hear him, and if she did she couldn't say otherwise. His hands were wrapped around her hair high on her head, dragging her mouth up and down his rock hard cock. Her hands were gripping his hips so she didn't lose her balance on the carpet beneath her.

"Suck harder." She obliged, daring to open her eyes to watch him.

He looked back at her, her eyes were hazel, close enough for him, to let his fantasy run wild. She let her hands dip below the waistband of his pants and boxers, tugging them down to his knees.

"What do you think you're doing?" He was rough with her, pulling her mouth away from his hard-on by her ponytail.

"I- I thought you wanted to- to-" She was a little scared now, hoping she didn't get back handed or laid into like some of the other girls did when they slept with the older Serpents.

"You thought I wanted to what?" He had her sitting on the bed now, the front of her shirt pulled down haphazardly, her full breasts spilling from the top of her bra. He was pinching her nipple with one hand, pulling on her hair with the other.

"That you wanted to fuck. I can do whatever you want. Be whatever you want. Just don't hit me, please." She was scared and turned on at the same time. She looked up at him again, glad he wasn't a drunk cracked out mess like the last guy she'd been forced to be underneath. She almost wanted to feel this one inside of her.

"Whoever I want huh?" Palming his length in his free hand now, he pulled her forward toward him. Rubbing his leaking tip over her glossy lips. Her tongue snaked out, tasting the drip of pre cum from his head.

"Whoever, you can call me anything. I'll make you feel so good Jughead." She was wet mess thinking about how he might take her.

"Take off your panties, get on your knees." His shirt was off and on the floor before he could toe his boots off. She obliged, pulling her thong off, still facing him, watching his muscled abdomen when his shirt came off.

"You're so sexy." She couldn't help but to say it, he was.

He was too busy putting a condom on to acknowledge her. Betty would have never said anything like that to him. It was easier to ignore the whore on the bed than to accept that is was her he was getting ready to lose his virginity to instead of the girl that still held his heart. He could never demand Betty to be on her knees for him, or tell her to shut her mouth, or let him face fuck her. She was too good and pure, and she deserved better than his sick fantasies of dominating her, owning her body.

He wanted nothing more than to tell his favorite blonde how he felt, instead of burying his self hatred into the used up pussy of a hang around that sort of reminded him of her. It was too late though , he was already here, already too far gone, he needed to cum, and he needed to forget.

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"FP, who's in your dorm?" Alice was a little drunk, it was still early yet, not quite six in the evening. She'd wanted to lay down before she got too dizzy to sit at the bar.

"Shouldn't be anyone in there darlin'. The only one who uses it is-" He felt his heart stutter at the thought. What was that kid doing? More and more like his old man every day. It was a hard pill to swallow.

"Who?" She let her head fall forward onto the back of her hand, she was feeling the tell tale signs of stomach upset from not eating all day then downing shots at the bar.

"Uh, I probably locked it on accident. Let me go check." He patted his pockets for his keys, kissing Alice's temple before making his way down the dark and foul smelling hallway.

He could hear the moaning of a woman before he even had the lock turned. He didn't want to see what he'd opened his door to. Jughead with his pants around his ankles buried deep in one of the Serpent girls, and Alice was pushing past him, hoping to lay down a little.

"Juggie, oh fuck!" The blonde Betty doppelganger had her face smashed into the bed, ass high in the air, being pounded into by a half dazed Jughead.

"Forsythe Jones the Second!" Alice was almost instantly sober. It came out before she could think. The sight before her was very much something she had actually lived, it made her blood run cold. Remembering a lifetime ago, when she had been tossed aside for the club. When FP had been found balls deep in a hang around that would soon be his wife, would soon bare his son, the one before her very eyes. She had for just a moment thought it was her daughter at the mercy of her boyfriend's son. For just a second, she thought she might pull the boy from her daughter, until she seen the hazel instead of bright brilliant green eyes. Alice backed up into FP, wishing she hadn't followed. She pulled her purse strap back onto her shoulder, the heels of her pumps clicking on the sticky floor of the bar to the exit. She got in her car, locking it on entry so FP couldn't stop her leaving. She damn near peeled out of the parking lot, making sure she didn't maim or injure.

Her driveway was a welcoming sight when she finally pulled into it. Grabbing her leather bag before exiting the generic station wagon, she fumbled with keys to her door. Finally finding the right key, she unlocked the large wooden door, escaping from her reality of minutes before upon entering her pristine home. Her heels were discarded in the entryway, leather jacket flung over the banister as she ran up the stairs. Her stomach was doing tricks all the way home and she had to find the toilet immediately.

Flinging the door to the bathroom open, she managed to flick the light on, illuminating the porcelain bowl before her five shots and some beer nuts were turned over to the toilet basin. She feared the worst, that's why she didn't stop at just two shots. She'd been with FP the night of her party weeks previous, she'd been feeling a little off lately, craving steak and red beers. Something she'd only ever done when she was carrying Chic all those years before.

Her heated skin was cooled by the porcelain she rested her head on. Tears were falling from her eyes faster than she could think, the contents of her stomach threatening to spill once again. She heard boots on the wooden steps down the hall. She hadn't wanted him to follow her, to discover her puke filled toilet and her on her knees before it. Scrambling to get rid of the evidence, she flushed the toilet, brushed her hands over her tear stained face, and lunged toward the sink. He came into view behind her in the mirror when she finally put toothpaste on her toothbrush.

"What the hell was that Alice?" He was out of breath, the collar of his leather folded under near his neck.

"Nothing, just go. I'm not feeling well." Wetting the toothbrush under the faucet, she looked away from him, he had the look of knowing on his face.

"Nothing huh? You yelled my name at my son. You haven't been feeling well lately at all. I took you for steak and red beer the other night. You think I'm dumb Alice?" He let her brush her teeth, knowing she was already embarrassed enough.

She said nothing, just looked at her reflection in the mirror. She didn't want to admit what she was desperately trying to deny. Spitting the minty foam into the sink, FP turned the water on to wash it down the drain. He rubbed circles on her back, moving closer to her despite the scared look on her face. Rinsing her mouth of the toothpaste, her thumb instinctually rubbed the bristles of the brush under the warm water. Replacing the plastic handle to it's home, she turned to look FP in the face.

"We have a problem FP." She was beginning to shake, another wave of nausea washing over her. He looked like he was about to jump for joy, like he was the luckiest man alive, and he felt that way too. Then she pushed him out of the way, flipping her hair back, heaving into the toilet once more.

"It's not a problem Alice, we take care of our own. I want to take to take care of my baby, with you."