Nobody Gets Me (Like You)

Chapter 2

"You know, this is rude of you." Betty whispered into the phone and Cheryl laughed.

"I invited you, but you weren't interested in sleeping with two very hot, very attractive, very flexible women. Really," Cheryl said, setting the lighter she had on her dresser. "You're totally missing out."

"Cher," she huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Are they done?"

"Oh, no," Cheryl said and Betty groaned. "They haven't even started yet. That whole threesome thing was a joke, Toni isn't here. They're all there getting ready like they're supposed to be."

Betty huffed, rolling her eyes. "You're mean," Betty commented, turning up the steps to the bar. "Like, really mean."

"Ha, ha," Cheryl said and Betty chuckled. "Funny, funny. Go say hi to your boyfriend."

"He is not my boyfriend," she whispered under her breath. "He's... I'm not sure what he is."

"Your boyfriend," Cheryl responded. "He's this guy who you text 24/7 and who you go out of your way to see. You two plan these little dates and you flush like tomatoes when the other smiles or laughs. He's your boyfriend, you just won't admit it. I don't get why you won't admit it either. He's cute, he's nice, he pays on dates. He's literally, like, the perfect boyfriend. If I liked guys, I'd date him."

"You say that about every guy I date then change your mind as soon as they're gone," Betty chuckled as she walked into the bar.

"That's what you're supposed to do!" Cheryl laughed. "I have to say I really like them in the beginning so you won't regret dating them. Then in the end I'm supposed to hate them and want to rip them to shreds for hurting you."

Betty grinned, taking her drink from the bartender. "Thanks, Cher," she laughed and Cheryl did the same. "I have to go back there now all alone because you wouldn't come."

"You'll be fine," Cheryl groaned. "Goodluck, love you."

"Love you too," Betty muttered. She ended the call and tucked her phone into her bag. She chewed her cheek as she stared at the door, her thumb tracing over the rim of her glass.

With a deep inhale she knocked on the door, stepping back with squinted eyes. She really didn't want him to answer the door.

The tallest guy, the lead singer, opened the door. "Jones," he shouted without moving his eyes away from her. "You're girlfriends here."

Betty scoffed, rolling her eyes. "She's not my girlfriend," Jughead whispered as he took the guy's place. "Sorry about Pea. I know you don't-"

"I don't, not yet, but he's fine. Cheryl does the same thing," she giggled, tucking hair behind her ear.

"So, uh, you came to watch the show?" he asked, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind himself.

She nodded, her thumb rubbing over the rim of her glass quicker. "And to, uh, see-see you... I keep doing that. I swear, I'm not a stalker, I just have nothing better to do."

He laughed, placing his hand on the small of her back and pointing out towards the bar. "Do you want to go somewhere to sit?" he asked as they walked out of the hall.

"We don't have to stay in your dressing room thing?" she asked with furrowed brows when she looked at him.

He glanced down at her thumb, noting that it had calmed. He looked back at her with a smile, shaking his head. "As long as I'm there in 20 minutes," he said, pulling out a chair for her to sit in. "I'll be okay."

He sat down next to her and she sighed. "I don't want to pull you away from your friends, Jug," she whispered and he shrugged.

"They may be my friends," he muttered, folding his hands on the table and giving her a grin. "But I'm not interested in them like I am in you."