young lust :: beronica [possibly discontinuing]

2 | SPICE

❝ you're worse than nicotine ❞
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the next day at school was weird for Betty. all she could think about was that kiss, the way it felt, how soft Veronica's were on hers, it was exhilarating. She got chills just from  the thought. How could Betty fucking Cooper possibly be not straight? She was always into guys, like of course, Archie Andrews. Betty was like sugar and Veronica was the spice. Man, that girl definitely was hot. Betty had thought.

"Hey." Betty's face reddens as the dark haired goddess approached her. "H-hey, uh, how are you?" Veronica giggled, that fucking giggle. "I'm great. Thank you for asking."

"Listen, uh, I think we should talk about cheerleading tryouts?" Betty's face looked redder than a tomato as she avoided any eye contact with the girl in front of her. "Sure. What about it?"

Betty bit her lip, thinking of the moment. She wants to talk about it, but the fear of rejection and that she's completely confused of what is exactly overcoming her..maybe it's just not the right time now. "You know what? Never mind. It's stupid." Betty shrugged it off like it was nothing. "Oh. Well, if you ever need to talk," Veronica paused a moment to hand Betty a piece of paper with a phone number written ever so neatly in pink pen. "Call me. Okay?"

Betty felt butterflies in her stomach at this moment as Veronica gave her a wink, walking away. Betty Cooper knew that the girl is definitely going to be the death of her. The confidence, her smile, the way her lips were so soft when they touched hers, her perfect white teeth, everything about the dark haired girl. She was the definition of perfection. Betty isn't sure about herself right now thanks to her.

Betty went home that day completely in awe. The thought of Veronica's lip upon hers grew stronger. Archie Andrews who? Betty grabbed her backpack and grabbed the paper with that cute pink pen writing on it, and smiled. With her phone in hand, she slowly dialed the number. Her hands were shaking and she felt unbelievably nervous. She had dialed the number. Now, she had to tap the green call button. Betty bit her lower lip. Should she call? What would we possibly talk about? The kiss? The thoughts piled up in her brain. Betty sighed and just cleared the number. Maybe another time.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
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yes, this is a boring filler chapter. I apologize. I have writers block and idk what I'm doing rip /:
Also, it's 5:30 am, I just finished 13 Reasons Why and I balled my eyes out. So, I wrote this chapter to get my mind off of it.