He had never actually noticed you, which was saying something because Jughead was a pretty observant guy. Well, he knew you were there, just thought you were too bland to waste any thought on.
You would always just take your place in the back of the class as you avoided the rest of mankind and did your schoolwork. About a week ago, your English teacher assigned all of you to write an essay about the classic, Romeo and Juliet, that you all would be required to read to the entire class.
You spent the entire week on it, making sure it was perfect. When the day came to presenting, your teacher picked students at random to present their pieces. You picked at your sleeves as you fidgeted, not wanting to go in the front of the class. But you knew you had no choice.
When your name was read aloud to announce your turn, you froze as everyone turned to look at you. You shakily stood up and grabbed your paper, gripping it tightly as you walked to the front of the class. You passed multiple desks before finally making it to the front and lightly clearing your throat before speaking.
Jughead hadn't been paying attention at all to any of the students presentations, yawning at them all and cursing the stupid assignment in his head. That was, until you started to speak.
He had never actually heard you speak before, but found your voice soothing. As you went to explain further in your essay he watched the determination and confidence showing on your features and admired it.
You began to quote some of the famous tale and his eyes flitted from your messy h/c locks to your big e/c eyes. You read your big finish with a smile as the teacher applauded, astounded by your work. The rest of the class just smiled approvingly as they kept looking up at the classroom clock to see when the class would be over.
You noticed a dark haired boy staring at you and realized it was Jughead. You'd seen him around and were always intrigued but never were brave enough to approach him. His deep blue irises watched you as you walked back to your seat and let out a huge sigh before putting your stuff back in your bag, seeing as the bell was about to ring.
He smiled to himself, realizing he was starting to develop something he never thought he would. A crush. The bell rang signaling the class was over and you pushed yourself out of your seat, trying to avoid everyone as you left the classroom. After that day, Jughead started to notice you everywhere.
He saw that you ate lunch under the same tree out in the yard everyday as you had your nose stuck in a book. He would notice your regular appearance at Pop's where you would order your usual, a chocolate shake with whipped cream and a cherry.
After a few days of watching and becoming mesmerized with you, he finally decided to make a move the next day at Pop's. That day, after a stressful day at school, you walked over to Pop's hoping just to relax for a little bit and throw yourself into the world of books. You took a seat in your normal booth, but as soon as you sat down, a waiter came over with your usual before walking away briskly.
"But I didn't pay-." You were interrupted by someone taking a seat in front of you and stealing the cherry from your favored milkshake. "Don't worry, I already did." He said as he pulled the stem away from his lips and flicked it away. You realized it was Jughead. Not knowing what to say, you just stared at him for a few seconds.
"Uh, You're J-Jughead right?" You asked still slightly startled and surprised that someone would pay for your food.
"Yes, let me formally introduce myself. I'm Jughead Jones the Third. But Jughead is just fine." He said with a wry grin as he held a hand out. You just stared at it, not knowing what to say. "Was I too forward? Yep, probably. I'm sorry, I just, I've noticed you around school and have taken an interest in you, so I decided to meet you." He admitted.
Your eyebrows furrowed. "You wanted to meet me?" You asked confused. He nodded with a shrug, I find you very interesting Y/N L/N." He said as he leaned against the back of his chair. You ran a hand through your hair nervously. "I-I'm not interesting. I'm boring. I don't have any friends, unless you count my books, and no one has had a problem telling me so. Why would you find me interesting?"
You started to mess with the ends of your sleeves as you looked down at them, suddenly finding them very intriguing. "Well, I find you fascinating. You wrote a story with your words. You obviously pay very much attention to detail. You actually like reading books which is rare nowadays. You're very pretty might I add. What's not to like about you?" You blushed and looked away, not wanting to embarrass yourself. He straightened himself before speaking again.
"Well, this was a very fun talk. Let's do it again sometime. How about tomorrow at seven? Great. See ya around." He said before leaving, not giving you any room to talk in between. You watched walk away in shock. You couldn't believe someone was actually interested in you.
And it felt amazing. You weren't going to mess this one up, because who knows how many chances like this you'd get.
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CREDIT: riverdale-imagining
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