Veronica and Jughead are siblings in this story.
Betty's POV
"I can't believe you!" I yelled at my now ex-boyfriend.
"Look, I'm sorry-"
"Sure, you're sorry!" I said sarcastically. "You know I'm not ever surprised honestly. From the people, you hang out with."
"What does that supposed to mean?"
"Archie, Reggie, Chuck. It doesn't surprise me. I'm not gonna act upset because that's all you want." He scoffed.
"Wow, I'm leaving."
"Please do!"
I quickly ran to my room and slammed my door shut. I laid down on my bed and sighed.
I know I said I couldn't be surprised but it still kind of hurt. I mean, I cared about him and loved him but he was only using me for my body. Well, at least I know I look good.
Apart from me wants to get back at him for using me but the other doesn't really care. Although I really want to piss him off. As I kept thinking my phone buzzed. It was Veronica Jughead's sister. She and I have always been best friends. I was dating Jughead before I even met her. I like her.
I got up since she asked for me to come over. I just hope Jughead isn't there. I don't want to see him anymore.
As I got to their house she was sitting outside waiting for me. I smiled a little as she stood up when I walked up the stairs on the porch.
"Finally you're here," she said.
"Why did you want me over here so fast?"
"Well, nobody is home and I'm bored. I didn't want to be alone."
"So, Jughead isn't here?"
"No, why?"
"Well, I just kicked him out of my house after he broke up with me."
"He broke up with you?" I nodded. "Oh, my God! Are you okay? What did he say?"
"Oh yeah, I'm fine. He said he was only with me for my body. It didn't really surprise me all that much."
"He's a dick. Come on let's go inside." She opened the door. "When he gets home later I'm going to kill him."
"It's fine, V. I already told him he didn't hurt me."
"Fine. But I'm still gonna kill him."
If I'm being honest I like Veronica more than anything. Like, more than friends. I don't know why I just do. That's why when Jughead broke up with me I wasn't so upset about it.
We were sitting in her room and I was just listening to her talk. I wasn't really listening I was paying attention to how passionate she looked while talking about whatever it was.
Then, my mind wandered even more. I do really find her attractive. I always wonder what it'd be like to sleep with her. Just how soft her skin would be, listening to her moan in my ear, her fingers tracing my body, feeling her lips against mine, holding her close, and whispering sweet nothings.
"Hey, are you even listening to me?" She asked. That's when I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Huh? What? Oh, yeah,"
"Okay, then what did I just say?" I just sat there and looked at her.
"I wasn't listening," I said in a hushed voice.
"I know," she said doing the same thing.
"Sorry, I was busy thinking,"
"What about? Was it my brother?"
