Nobody Gets Me (Like You)

Chapter 4

"You kissed? Finally?" Cheryl exclaimed and Betty nodded. "Oh my god!"

Betty giggled, ducking her head slightly before she confessed, "I am not used to this-this dating thing."

"You'll get used to it soon," Cheryl explained. "Just give it time. Dating someone new is always a little... shocking so to speak, you know? Not being used to it is normal." Betty sighed, looking down at her coffee. "So, like, how serious was it?" Betty laughed and shrugged. "Tell me!"

"It was... serious," she giggled. "I don't really... it wasn't going anywhere, if that's what you're asking. I'm not ready for something like that yet."

"Why?" Cheryl asked, turning her cup of coffee in her hands.

Betty sighed, shrugging as she traced the rim of her own cup. "I don't know," she breathed. "I'm not like you, I don't see sex as another thing people do. It's emotional and... I have to be mentally prepared for something like that. I can't just jump into it. I've tried to, but it never works out well. Just look at my exes."

"That makes sense. Still totally think you should jump his bones though," Cheryl muttered into her cup.

Betty laughed, shaking her head. "You are relentless," she whispered. "Are you sure they're done with practice? We're not interrupting? Do you know how many times I've pulled him out of practice in the past, like, two months?"

"Oh, trust me," Cheryl sighed. "I know. Toni told me all about it."

"So they're done?"

"They are done-done. You can jump his bones," she said with a wiggle of her brows.

"I am not going to jump his bones!" Betty huffed with a smack to her friend's arm. "God, you're a pain!"

"You love me," Cheryl said in a sing-song. "You'd be lost without me." Betty rolled her eyes, pushing open the door to the apartment building. "So, have you two hung out or anything since your kiss?"

"No," she sighed. "We've texted and talked on the phone, but we haven't seen each other. We've been busy with our own stuff—me with work, him with the band and work. I guess they're working on new stuff?"

"That's what Toni said," Cheryl murmured, following Betty down the hall. "I haven't heard it yet, she's only talked about it."

"Jug says he really likes it," Betty responded, stopping in front of the door. "I feel like they're not done."

"If they're not done," Cheryl said, knocking on the door. "Then we sit and listen."

Betty sighed, straightening when Fangs opened the door. "You know, I really don't think it's fair that you two are dating them," he started and they both rolled their eyes. "Like, do you see Jughead? I am so much better looking!"

Jughead gave Betty a smile over Fangs shoulder and she bit her lip.

"It's because I'm short, isn't it?" Fangs continued and Betty raised her brows. "That's mean. You cannot not date someone because they're short."

"Fangs," Betty sighed. "I'm sure you're a great guy and I would be lucky to have you, but I don't want you. I want Jughead and you're kinda blocking him so move... please."

He huffed, stepping aside. Jughead gave her a grin and she skipped over to him. "Cute dress," he commented when she was close to him. "Tiny." She narrowed her eyes at him and he chuckled. "Do I have to ask-"

"Just kiss me," she giggled with a smile. He smirked, leaning down and kissing her quickly. "I can get used to that," she breathed and he laughed. "This is for you," she said after a moment, holding out the other cup of coffee she had. "It has two sugars and one cream because that's what you drank when I was drunk and fell asleep on your couch-"