I squeezed my hands together tightly, watching as the blood trickled down the gaps in my fists. Everyone looked at me like I was a monster, someone who they needed to be away from, their faces filled with disgust or fear. Some were just interested to see what would drive me over the edge, telling me information about different kids or particular ones that always made me mad.

"I heard your sister Polly was stalking one of her fellow classmates, Jason Blossom was it? He's pretty popular with the girls, but does she like him, or is she just a creep who enjoys watching him everywhere he goes?" One of my classmates snickered, pushing me against the wall, forcing my hands to come undone. The kids gasped as they saw the slits of blood where my fingernails dug into to. Most of them dispersed but the more ruder ones stayed.

"Tell me, does she stare at his picture all day like the rumors say? Even if she did, Jason should've already heard the rumor, so he's probably scared of her and never wants to talk to her again, or ever." Another girl said, grabbing my wrist and holding it up. "A freak, just like your sister. Guess it runs in the family."

For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why they even cared about picking on me, or even researching on Polly. It made me a tad mad that they ratted her out and made rumors up. Polly had a huge crush on Jason, but it wasn't as creepy as everyone says it is. She stares at his yearbook photo like any other girl, and loves the idea of just seeing him. What's so wrong with being a normal girl?

These were primary school girls. I don't even know why they were so educated in bullying and blackmail in the first place. "I guess it's your fault though, huh? Jason would at least look at her if it wasn't for her freak show little sister ruining her life by being a complete psycho!" The girl raised my wrist and proceeded to squeeze it. Pain flared.

"So why don't you go home and explain to your parents how you suddenly got a broken wrist?" The girl squeezed harder and raised her other hand onto my wrist, overlapping her other hand. I could scream but there was probably no one left, not even the faculty. As she twisted my wrist, the other girls dug threw my backpack, throwing out everything I had, including the pills I took everyday to stop me from thrashing out at everyone.

More pain flared through my wrist. I screamed as loud as I could knowing no one would come, but I screamed. Snapping sounds were emitting from my wrist, eventually leading to her smirking as she realized the final snaps would come. Tears streamed down my face.

"Please..someone help me!" I yelled, receiving snickers from the girls. They felt no remorse for me. I closed my eyes and waited for the end of my misery.

The next seconds were filled with screams, but not mine. The girl let go of my wrist and started screaming hysterically as the sounds of punching and hitting filled the classroom. I kept my eyes closed for a few more seconds until a gentle voice said, "It's okay, you can open your eyes."

I opened my eyes and saw a red-headed boy crouching in front of me. He carefully placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, putting a shocking receiver through my arm to my hand. I yelled out in pain, and I grabbed my wrist. More pain shocked through me. The boy calmed me down and offered to help drive me to a safer place. I nodded while tiny droplets of water formed in my eyes, and he led me towards his dad's car. I was skeptical at first, but I didn't care as long as I was treated.

I arrived at his house and realized that it was across from mine. They asked me if I wanted to go home and I refused to. A lot of it was a blur, mostly because I was ready to pass out, but the ginger boy helped me through and through.

"My name's Archie Andrews, what's yours?"

I smiled as I sat on his bed, wrapping a cloth carefully around my wrist until I got medical treatment. "Elizabeth Cooper, but please call me Betty." He smiled back and my heart started pounding. I had only just met him, but I felt we had a connection. I was always hesitating on everything, so I leaned forward and kissed him. Not on the cheek, not on the forehead, but right on his lips.

Both of us had our first kiss.

"Sorry I took so long Juggie!" I smiled, tilting my head while his beanie landed in my hand. As much as my face was stained with tears, my cheeks were a bright red. It made me contemplate, did I want Archie to kiss me? Did I want for him to pine after me?

No. I love Jughead. I might be hesitating with Archie but I'll never hesitate with Jughead. Archie was definitely my first love, my first kiss, my first stolen heart, but that has to end. I'm with Jughead and nothing, nothing will ever change that!

"Don't worry about it, I'm just glad you're back" His smile radiated the room making me forget everything that had worried me. I sighed and skipped over to his location, which was him just sitting on our main desk just typing away. I expected to see his writings or even some random videos from our school's website, but he immediately smacked his computer down, closing the screen. He grinned awkwardly and said, "Oh you know, just the usual newspaper for tomorrow! It's gonna be great!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Juggie, you do know that it was cancelled, right?" I asked him. His eyes widened as he scrambled to grab his computer, while I carefully snatched it away from him. "Trade ya!" I retorted, throwing his beanie over my head while I opened up the computer screen to find two cropped photos of him and me separated by a boundary line. Underneath both of us was two children, one girl one boy. The girl had light black hair and the boy had striking dirty blond hair. Jughead groaned and made his way over to me.

"What's this?" I asked him, pointing at the screen to both of the children. He covered his face in his hands and mumbled, "I wanted to see what our children would look like." His face flushed bright red and I could sense the heat radiating from his face. Or maybe I was feeling my own embarrassment. I stuttered to find the right words.

"Of course in the future, definitely not now while we're still in high school! Maybe when we're married.. not that I'm saying we'll stay together forever, except that'll be nice if we did.." He sighed and gave up on his sentence. "I shouldn't be saying anything, you might fall in love with Archie or someth-"

"No!"

He looked at me.

" W-Why would you even suggest, or even t-think about something like that!? I wouldn't want to be with anyone besides you! I would never leave you!" I ranted, slamming my fist down on the desk. Jughead jumped and walked slowly over to me, grabbing my shoulders. I jolted from his touch and I shut my eyes. Similar, yet unrecognizable.

"It's okay Betts. You can open your eyes now."

"It's okay, you can open your eyes."

"It's just me, Jughead."

"My name's Archie Andrews, what's yours?"

I felt like shaking but I nodded and snapped out of my blurry visions. I opened my eyes and saw Jughead standing in front of me, holding my shoulders. He grinned and squeezed my shoulders, lifting me up onto the desk nearby. He blushed a little while looking at the ground, but turned back and smiled like a nerd. Sometimes I wonder if he really is such a tough Serpent kid.

I shook my head again. "So, what would their names be?" I pointed back to the two drawn out children smiling back at us. Jughead joined me on the desk and stared at them. "That's what I was mainly thinking of when you were outside. I was thinking maybe Forsythe Pendleton Jones IV, and for a girl: Forsythia II, for Jellybean."

I glared at him. "Juggie, we're not naming our kids after you or Jellybean. No offense but your family didn't exactly get the best names." I thought for a moment. "Maybe something like Parker for a boy, and Emily for a girl. They may be generic but that doesn't mean they don't fit!"

"Emily Jones. I like the sound of that. I'm not agreeing with Parker though. Maybe something along the lines of Hudson?" He suggested. "Our child is not going to be initiated into a gang, and that's what it sounds like. Maybe something like Wyatt or Cole? Cole. Cole Jones."

I stared off into space while talking. "Obviously he'll have your tough exterior but cute interior personality, and maybe a little studiousness from me, but he'll hopefully be popular enough that he has friends, but not shallow enough to be the most popular. As for Emily, she'll be an artiste, and maybe have an arts career. She'll have a smiley personality, like me, but a outsider vibe like you. Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's one of the reasons I love you."

Jughead's eyes widened. I covered my mouth and started blushing like crazy. "I Love You" is a very foreign term for both of us, especially to use on each other, so it's very embarrassing whenever we slip up. "I-I'm so sorry Juggie! I-I didn't mean to s-say th-"

"I love you too." He said, boldly, grabbing my hand and pulling me into a hug. We both awkwardly hugged each other, our red faces digging into our shoulders, but it was a moment nonetheless. I wanted to stay that way forever.

But then again, forever is a long time.