Tear In My Heart [Bughead]

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❝I'm always the one to love more, that's the problem❞ - unknown ♛

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Initially, I had thought that Archie Andrews was the dream guy and to be quite frank with you - I still think he is. But after today, I realized i'm not perfect enough for him and it's about time I realized that.

I walked home from school with Veronica. Throughout the whole way home, everything she said to me sounded gibberish. I was too consumed with what had happened at Pops Diner to even pay mind to her words and by the time we were nearing my house - I think she realized that. "Okay, you've been weird the whole day. What's up?" Veronica demanded for me to explain with her arms crossed.

I could barely speak, my voice was hoarse and cracked every time I attempted to. Mostly from all those restless nights at home with everything that's been going on with Polly and now Archie. "Not now, please," I begged, not realizing my eyes are beginning to well up. "Come on, Betty. I hate seeing you like this and I think we've formed a strong enough relationship for you to tell me what's been up recently," she stated. "Valid point but I just don't feel like talking right now, Veronica. I'll send it via message, okay?" I suggested. She sighed and nodded her head in agreement.

As we kept on walking, just a few feet away from my home, I stare at the grown drowning in thoughts. My train of thoughts soon becomes lost as soon as I feel a strong body slam against mine. I find myself losing balance and collapsing against the concrete pavement along with the red-headed boy, Archie. "I'm so sorry, Betty," but I could tell that sorry wasn't just for this incident. Veronica stood there examining the both of us and I just know that she's already jumping to conclusions and formulating a theory as to why i'm sad because that's Veronica Lodge for you.

As I arrive to my room, Veronica follows closing the door shut. "What was that all about?" She asked with genuine curiosity. "Uh, what are you talking about?" I adjust my ponytail at my vanity. "Don't play dumb with me, Betty. You know damn well what i'm referring to," she replied and boy was she right.

I let out a deep sigh before I turn to make eye contact with the raven-haired girl standing there with an irritated facial expression. She's been hungrily seeking answers, and I think now's the time to feed them before she freaks out and goes on her riot mode. "At Pop's Diner the other day...I-I confessed my crush on Archie and..and...I was hoping he'd feel the same but he doesn't. Besides, who'd pick a wilting daisy in a field roses?" Tears began to pour down my face like an endless waterfall and with that being said, my vision became a complete blur. All I could count on was my other four senses because my vision was useless at the moment. I felt a warm embrace there to console me and the room was just silent. I was genuinely surprised that Veronica hadn't stormed next door to the Andrew's but i'm guessing she understands how badly I feel right now (and that it's terrible timing at the moment).

It was finally Friday morning and I was prepared to get this weekend over with. There was some undeniable tension as Archie and I crossed paths as we made our way to school. We both remained silent knowing it was the best option at the moment. As they say, some things are better left unsaid then spoken. It's so difficult to avoid Archie. We both live next door, attend the same school, and share the same group of close friends. It was practically impossible and I just knew eventually, we'd have to have a legitimate conversation.

Outside at lunch, I couldn't seem to spot Veronica or anyone i'm familiar with, so there I sat like a complete loser by myself. Cheryl eyed me from afar with a mischievous look that meant absolutely no good. "I guess your friends finally realized what a terrible person you and your family are," she stated almost proudly. "Cheryl, ple-" she interrupted me and continued, "I'm going to find evidence that proves you guys were involved in Jason's death. Don't think you could ever sweet talk me into not figuring it out. I'd watch my back if I were you." I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to just punch her. I'm not a violent person and I know for a fact Cheryl isn't as half bad as she tries to seem, but sometimes that girl just deserved someone to teach her a lesson. "Cat caught your tongue, Betty?" She asked in a fake kind voice. "Leave her alone Cheryl," I heard a deep voice say from behind me. The figure took a seat beside me. Jughead.

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- ariasdiaries
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- omwclayton

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