Home Coming. [Jarchie]

×Chapter Four×

My heartbeat picked up, as I felt like I was going to start having a panic attack. It wouldn't be my first one.

I need to get way from here.

So I did. I got my ass out of that classroom, that school, and only wishing to get out of this town. The worse part was that, I could feel someone chasing after me. Their heavy foot steps following close behind me. It was ringing in my ears to get away from them, throw them off my track some how. Do something other then let them follow after me!? But what could I do? I wasn't an athletic, not one bit! For crying out loud, I fill myself with junk whenever I can!

"Juggy!" Their voice filled my ears like a heavy puff of air, sending shivers down my spine. I hated the way they said my name, I wasn't a toy for them anymore. Not for anyone no more!

"Fuck off-" I was about to cuss the living shit out of them, but I went flying. More like tripping, but next thing I new, was that my nose was bleeding.

"Aw, fuck! Are you okay?" He was breathing heavily as he bent down, helping me up. But I pulled myself from his grip, only causing me to tumble over again. Feeling sick.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I yelled at him as I whipped away the blood with my sleeve, for sure earning the looks from noisy walk byers. I didn't dare look at his expression, or his face for that matter. Because I knew I'd end up crying for letting our friendship end they way it did, all those years ago. It was my fault after all, I was the one to push him over the edge....

"Juggy." His voice was full of hurt when it made it to my ear. Making my eyes began to burn ever so slightly from me hold back hot tears. "Please just talk to me." He sat down next to me. I scooted father away, holding my sleeve to my nose. My head shook, trying to tell him to fuck the right off. "Juggy?"

"Don't call me that..." My voice was small, and it pain me to think of how I look in that moment. In front of someone I once thought I was close with. "My name is Jughead, not Juggy." This time it was louder, feeling more confidence in my worlds. My eyes wandered over to his, and all I saw was pain. It hurt me. Just too see him like that, but at the same time, I was amazed on how he change over the years. He was becoming a good looking man? Nope.

An awkward silence started to form between us. Making my stomach want to come flying out of me. Then, that's what happened, well not exactly; more like my last meal came flying. All over me, and almost hitting him. If it had hit him, I probably would have crawled under something and let myself die slowly under it.

"Oh, shit!? Are you alright?!" He asked frantically patting my back a little harder then necessary. I was out of it; I was latterly like a sack of potatoes as he pulled me to my feet. Then helped me walk as I held my nose.

Walking where? I'm not exactly sure yet?....

[This ones really short, sorry. Next one will be longer promise!]