Rainy Days ▸ BUGHEAD

chapter fifteen

I stood and glares at Cheryl. I could not believe she'd given Betty vodka. How sallow can this girl get? But I knew her ways, and I had a pretty good idea of her plan.

As I'm much aware, she is not dumb. Never has be and there's a good chance she'll never be dumb. But nor am I. I knew she could tell Betty was hiding something. Many people have that sensing ability.

But Cheryl isn't one to simply do an innocent act to get information, why have you met her? Something risqué is more up her alley. Alcohol fits right in there.

I'll give her this, she does have a sneaky way of doing it. I mean if I haven't had seen Cheryl pour in the vodka, I wouldn't have caught it either. But to a normal person, not thinking to hard about it, it would just be a glass of water.

They won't know that the outcome of this wasn't going to be pretty. I mean vodka drains that filter in your mind that protects all your secrets. There might as well just not be one at all.

There was no telling what Betty was about to tell the world.

But it wasn't all agony, I had a plan. If I could get around Cheryl, maybe there was a way I could keep Polly's pregnancy a secret. It should only be about three hours until that vodka just knocks Betty into a deep slumber. Until then I had to distract her.

But distracting Betty wouldn't be too hard. Or at least as hard as it could be. Once she passes out I'll find a way to get her home. I just have to keep her drunk mind running around, so she doesn't even think of it first hand.

But this plan was simply a cookie cutter. Or in other words, far from a realistic. If there's one thing many have learned is perfect is never a reality, especially not in a town such as Riverdale. Was something to go wrong? It was beyond the likely point.

But you can't always think of the bad, you have to stay as possible as need be. If I was gonna put myself through this, positivity is key. And it would need to be done now.

I snap back into the dull reality and walk over to Betty. From the time I was thinking, it seemed as though the vodka had started leaning at that full fledge stage. I braced myself, this would be strange.

"Betty?" I asked quietly. "Is everything alright?"

Betty's now dilated eyes looked up at me. "Me? I'm great. Super. Dandy. Swell. That water was grea-"

As she spoke, she began to lose her balance. I held her up with my left arm. I could tell the vodka was now getting to her, on a more personal level.

"Betty, are you sure it was water?" I asked, hoping for a truthful answer.

Betty than turns from her witty self to a suborn stranger. "Are you questioning my ability to define liquids?"

"No." I simply and sweetly answer.

"Oh so now you're calling me stupid!" Betty shouted.

"No, Betty jus-"

"Lemme guess, I look fat in this dress. Next you're gonna tell me my hair looks bad, and I can't twirl baton! You know I FEEL VIOLATED! I DONT DESERVE THIS JUGGIE!"

I wanted to slap her, but only the drunk Betty. I mean Betty has never acted this way. She's never been that girl, it's usually Cheryl.

Then as the level of Betty's drunk attitude got higher, the hawk came swooping in. Cheryl was surprisingly earlier than expected. Must be part of her new little game.

She really is the Regina George in sheepish clothing.

"Hello, Betty." She says before turning her head towards me. "Jughead."

"Hello. Cheryl." I answer in the same snobbish tone she had. "We were just leaving."

"Leaving?" Cheryl said, pretending to be sad. "What's the rush? Oh can't you stay a little while longer?"

"No." I growled back. "Now c'mon Betty."I grab onto her small arms and began to led her out of the room.

Betty pulls my arm away and starts to bawl, as most drunk people do. "I WANT TO STAY!!!"

"You don't have a choice." I told her.

"No, no, no." Cheryl said pulling Betty towards her. "Please do stay. Since the whole baby shower thing has sort of died out, we were about to play truth or dare, full fledged. I would hate to see you go before the fun actually begins.

Okay, Cheryl is good. The whole truth or dare thing was subtle, but still interesting. It's such a classic thing to do, but it's so underrated, lots people take it for granted. Expect of course me in this moment.

I catch on to her little game quick. I know what's in store for the night. And I wasn't in the mood to quit now. I wanted to prove that me, Jughead Jones, can have a good idea.

"Truth or dare?" I said in fake shock. "Well how we can we pass up on an opportunity like that?"

Cheryl flashes me her fake smile. "Great! The gangs over her, it should be quite an interesting game don't you think?"

Oh yes indeed Cheryl, oh yes indeed.