The Theory Of Chaotic Perfection |BUGHEAD|

Chapter IV- Sleepless In Riverdale

"Why the hell did you kiss me then?" 

She couldn't sleep again. Not only did her mother give her an hour speech on how horrible her behavior has been, Jughead would not leave her mind. It used to be Archie she'd stay up thinking of. She didn't like Jughead in a romantic way, she was just guilty for probably making him think that she did. Even Betty didn't understand why she'd kissed him. It was a spur of the moment sort of thing.

Seeing a little light in her window Betty looked out. Her neighbor and longest crush Archie Andrews was up as well. He was playing his guitar. She admired him for a while, feeling the butterflies in her stomach rise as he strummed each string. Betty knew it was always Archie Andrews she liked and not the boy she wanted to teach her how to be different. Looking at his concentrated face, however, reminded her of her perfection. Feeling a bit brave Betty picked up her phone and texted Archie. 

Almost instantly he looked at his phone and then out his window to see Betty. He smirked and started to type away on his screen. 

"Betty, what are you doing up so late?" She read his message. 

Betty smiled, she never thought talking to Archie would return the same fluttering to her heart. She couldn't tell him why she was staying up late, the truth that she kissed Jughead Jones and couldn't stop thinking about it. Coming up with some excuse Betty typed it out and sent it to him. Archie was much nicer early in the morning than he was in the day time. Even if he was paying her more attention for some reason, Betty planned on cherishing every second of it. 

Just when she was about to ask him how his day went and start a new conversation, he ended it and told her that he was going to bed and that she should do the same. Betty didn't want to obey him, she wasn't his wife like her mother taught her to be. Wishing him a good night she lied back down on her bed. Her eyes felt heavy and she closed them. It was 5 am and Betty had to get up in two hours anyway.

The alarm woke her up and her head was pounding. Betty quickly got up and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked pathetic like always. She didn't want to wear something light and pink, she wanted to wear something darker. Figuring that her plaid dress-shirt was the only thing close to dark, she put it on. Quietly, Betty ate her breakfast. Quietly, she waited for the bus next to Archie Andrews, dying to talk to him, but not being brave enough to start a conversation. 

Archie was on his phone, probably talking to some other girl. The bus finally came and they both climbed in. Archie didn't sit next to her, instead he chose some of the guys from the football team who called him over. Betty wished she had some sort of device to distract herself with. Her parents chose her music, and she didn't feel like listening to Bach and Mozart on her way to school. 

Leaning on the glass as the bus started to go, stopping ever so often at other kids houses, Betty wished she was anywhere but here. Her life seemed unexciting, and she needed more of that rush she felt with Jughead. If her mother found out she'd kill her. She wouldn't let Betty hang out with Jughead again, or even stay out past 4 o'clock. It was insane, her parents rules. In all her 18 years, Betty had not tried a single alcoholic drink that usually teenagers do by 15 at some high school party. 

"Today is gonna be special," Betty overheard one of the girls say, "cheerleader tryouts!" 

Betty never wanted to be a cheerleader, and she hated how they acted, but her mom told her that she needed more participation. Betty would stand there with Veronica and Cheryl while they judge the girls trying out, pretending that they like them. At least she could see Jughead today, even if she was a bit intimidated by him, especially after kissing him. 

The bus stopped in front of the school and they all got out. The second her eyes were blinded by the sun, Betty looked down at her perfectly pink shoes. She hated them. They were too proper. As much as she wanted to take them off and smash them, Betty knew that was an irrational idea.