Bughead oneshots 2

So much to say

TW: Mentions of blood and violence, suggestions of abuse

Requested by @lanamuffin 

"Do you ever shut up?" Jughead complained, flicking his pencil at the blonde with a frustrated glare. 

"Do you ever leave? You're like a wasp attracted to an orange juice" she grumbled back, deliberately pushing his pencil onto the floor. 

"Funny. You think I'd actually be attracted to you" he snarled in return, grabbing his pencil before throwing it back at her. It was childish, of course it was, but the two never got along. They constantly mocked each other, ridiculed even, desperate to incite a reaction out of the other. For two smart people, they came up with very basic ways to make the opposite's life tougher. Maybe it was his annoying ego, her sickening perfectionism, the way everyone 'shipped' them together as Kevin Keller called it, or it was possibly a burning desire to actually face their feelings. Whatever it was, neither of them were ready to admit it. 

If Betty sat at the front, Jughead would sit at the back. If Jughead was sat on the bleachers, Betty would walk straight to the other side of the school. It was easier that way, there being no need to interact unless they had to work together or write a blue and gold article. They had been friends once, when they were younger, until Betty found new friends and left Jughead to be the loner kid. That's all he was for a while, the weird loner who spent his lunch break under the bleachers on his laptop. Then the serpents came, turning his whole world into gang responsibilities and a new group of friends. It was fair to say they had both changed drastically and they simply didn't fit together anymore; or at least chose not to. 

"Oh you have got to be kidding me" Jughead groaned when he saw the only free seat in his English class was next to Betty. Hesitant at first, he trudged over and dropped his bag on the floor before sitting down. Betty averted her gaze to look at him, rolling her emerald eyes at the presence of the Jones boy. 

"I didn't have a choice" he grumbled, fiddling with his beanie that covered most recent bruise that scarred his forehead. She didn't respond, putting her hand up to answer a question that the teacher had proposed to the whole class- the majority not paying attention. They ignored each other the whole lesson (if you discount the quick glares and long sighs), also being the only two that contributed throughout the hour.

After class Betty watched him closely, seeing how he immediately walked to the group of students clad in their leather jackets. How his frown seemed to alter to a cheeky grin, his silence turned to laughter and he seemed to be in his element around them. Like how he use to be around her; before it had all changed. She couldn't complain, knowing that it was all down to her. It was her who had walked away from him, though sometimes when the guilt seeped back in she wished it was the other way round. Betty wished she could be mad at him, have a reason to hate him...but she simply didn't. That was the worst part. 

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Jughead stumbled out of his trailer, blood leaking from his forehead that ran down his fresh bruises. "Fuck" he cursed, trying to wipe it away with his hand but it seemed to only get worse. He coughed hoarsely, taking shallow breaths that made his eyes water from the pain. He didn't know where he was going or how long he walked, but he needed to get away from that trailer park if he wanted to make it through the night. 

The injured boy eventually fell onto a bench that sat on a patch of grass by the road, leaning back with his eyes closed. As his head began to spin out of focus, his body fell limp and all went silent. Too silent.

"Sorry mum, cheer practice ran late. I'm 5 minutes from home" Betty assured, walking in the cold through the streets of the Northside. 

"Yeah love you, bye" she sighed ending the call, wrapping her arms around herself to shelter her sore muscles from the winter air. They had a new routine to learn which only meant Cheryl gave them ten times much more hassle if they got even one step wrong. Betty didn't even enjoy cheer-leading, Veronica had dragged her along to try outs without an option to disagree. She pulled her hair out of the tight ponytail, wincing as it fell down to her shoulders to finally breath from the suffocating hair style. As she approached her house she saw a shadowed figure in the distance, sat on a bench in an odd position.