Calm Waters [Jughead x Archie]

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My whole thought process started malfunctioning, was this actually happening? How was I so blind to Reggie's scheme? I spun around on my heel. Archie was very tense as he stared at Reggie.

"I can explain." Archie threw his hands on top of his head practically having a melt down. He'd probably tell him that the video was photoshopped or something which made my blood boil at the thought.

"Explain." Reggie's eyes twinckled which ticked me off.

"Why did you make Archie's life a living hell?!" I interrupted. "Why did you keep doing it for so long, why can't you understand when your crossing a boundary?" I practically shouted. By then all the fan girls had fled with a hand full of people in the library. The librarian shushed us for the millionth time; this was the first time I heard it, all I could hear was my heart hammering against my chest.
My hands clenched into fists.
Reggie squinted his eyes at me; studying me.

My blood was boiling even more, he really crossed a line this time; it's one thing when you make my life a living hell, but it is unacceptable to treat Archie, who is his friend by the way, the same way he treats me.

I took a step forward challenging him to take a step forward as well. He did but it didn't seem like in the challenging way.

"What's your problem?" I took another step, dangerously close to him, glaring knives into him. "Answer me!" I shoved him backward, almost to his feet. He stumbled back, the expression on his face was unreadable.
"Why is it when I fight back you don't." I yell again.

Now I could hear the librarian's heels stomping towards us. My fury was still burning, I tried to shove at him again but his hands grabbed my wrists before I could do anything. Then she appeared.

Her short white hair looked like silk, red lip stick covered her lips, and parts of her teeth, her boney hands on her hips, her plain white sweater tucked into her baggy grey grandma pants.

Her eyes venomously scanned our faces. Then she spoke,
"What in God's name! Why are you screaming!" She sneered.

"Mrs. Hollow," Reggie began, funny, her name matches her soul. "Me and the guys got carried away, we were just practicing for our presentation about..." He trailed off for a good five seconds before lamely explaining it some more. "Medieval Times."

I don't know how Reggie does it but he can practically pull off anything. It's his good looks, he takes advantage over people. Somehow Mrs. Hollow's hard stare softened- she then gave us all a small smile; believing Reggie even though his whole story doesn't make sense. Then her face scrunched up in disgust.

"Detention!" She growled.

Finally Reggie didn't win, I thought to myself; except she sent us both to detention. Me for physically touching him, and for Reggie it was because he lied to her.

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I had never been in detention before. It was all new to me. Mr. Martin made me and Reggie sit at the last table in the far corner together which I
I wasn't pleased about, but there was a rule about no talking. No talking meant silence, silence soothed me. So I guess it was an almost win situation. Almost because I wasn't allowed to type on my computer.

I closed my eyes and thought, Archie kept over running my thoughts, until Reggie poked my side. My eyes shot open and I turned a little to glare at him. He wasn't exactly looking at me but I knew it was him, why did he always mistaken me for an idiot?

After a couple of more minutes he did it again. This time I didn't acknowledge him and I tried to erase his presence out of my thoughts.
That's technically how lunch detention went, after Mr. Martin said it was alright for us to leave I did. I practically bolted out of there because I didn't want to be with Reggie another moment.

I slid into the boys locker room; P.E. was my next class, I wasn't much of a physical person I'd rather be writing than running. I made it to my locker, opening it with ease.

I then shoved my book bag in there along with my beanie so I could discard my shirt. I could feel eyes on me, my head turned slightly to the left and I could see out of the corner of my eye a shirtless Archie staring at me. He had his original shirt in his hands, funneling around with it.

Today I slipped into P.E a little early, usually I wait til everyone is out of the locker rooms before I change. Mostly everyone had gone, a few people were left but I changed quickly and started walking behind them towards the gym.

Warning: a lil smut

But before I could even make it to the door Archie had me pinned up against the lockers. His lips immediately finding mine. His tongue pushed in between my lips until he had full access to my mouth. I couldn't fight him, I always give in too easly. His kiss wasn't tender it was more of a hunger kiss, like he wanted me.

Locker sex would be so exhilarating if we were on the clear. I wanted to grab him and pull him as close to myself as I could but my head was saying to push him away. I didn't really know what to do- until I found the strength to push him off of me; he stumbled a few feet away.

"What the hell Archie." I panted, wiping my mouth with the backside of my hand.

"I've been thinking a lot about you Jug." Archie's voice was low, as his hungry eyes watched me. I've never seen so much lust in a person's eyes before.
"Come on Jug," he stepped forward again.

"I would if it weren't for the fact that people already know about us and are on high alert to see any suspicious activity, like how ironic Jug and Archie didn't show up for gym today."

Archie took another step, so close that his shoes were pressing against mine. His hands slid underneath my shirt, grazing my skin with the right amount of pressure to give me goosebumps. His head leaned forward; Archie's lips ran softly up and down my neck until he began to kiss my tender skin; softly at first but then building into a frenzy and getting a few bites in during the process.

I couldn't help my self, or the lack of attention my hard on was getting. I finally gave in and grabbed Archie's waist to pull him closer to myself.

Archie's left hand pressed against the locker beside me, prohibiting me from being able to escape left. I grabbed his waistband, allowing my fingers to slip in enough so I had a grip. I pulled his waist into myself more so the inches apart we had were gone, our hard-ons rubbed together as our tongues still worked in each other's mouths.

Archie had to get rid of my hard-on before the boys came back to the locker room. I grabbed Archie's left hand off the locker and guided it to the waistband of my shorts. I began to rub his hand against my erection; shuttering at his touch on impact.
After a few minutes I grabbed his wrist and slid his hand into my boxer briefs. The contact made me moan against his lips softly.