1 | There's a Ghost [JUGHEAD JONES]

THIRTY

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CHAPTER THIRTY:

LONGING

LUNCHTIME FINALLY CAME AROUND and Ginny peeked around the corner of the hallway to see if the coast was clear. The halls had emptied and all that was to account for were the teachers on their way to the teachers lounge.

"I think we're good." Ginny whispered softly as she stared around the hallway. Both were nervous on skipping school but they wanted to spend the day together.

"What?" The brunette girl stiffened as she felt Jughead's warm breath tickle the back of her neck.

She turned her head slightly to the side and blushed as her face came in close proximity to her best friend's. "C'mon!" She grabbed onto his large hand, tugging him from the confines of the corner before pushing the door open.

The two laughed loudly as they sprinted off campus and onto the street. It was time to celebrate Jug's birthday.

They made it to Pop's diner quickly and both plopped down in a booth, sitting across from one another. A relieved laugh escaped Jughead's pink lips as Ginny's head fell back onto the vinyl covered seat.

"That was invigorating." He commented lightly, propping his elbows behind him on the red vinyl. Both turned to the waitress who approached them with waters and a smile on her face.

"The usual, please." Jughead told the waitress and Ginny rolled her eyes. Maybe it was a bad thing that the two of them ate so often at the family diner but hey, when you live alone you gotta do what you gotta do.

The cool waters in front of the two made Ginny salivate and she quickly grabbed one, bringing the straw to her lips. The cool liquid fell down her throat smoothly and she sighed in contentment.

"Hey," Jughead muttered quietly and Ginny looked up in surprise. Her hands were on the table, awkwardly playing with the other and the young brunette blushed as Jughead's hand was placed in the middle of the table. His palm was facing upward and Ginny's eyes flitted from his own eyes to his hand, pondering if she should place hers within his.

She did, letting her hand slide onto his, as if imitating a handshake. Jughead laughed quietly and placed his other hand on top of her own, securing their hands together.

"I'm going to tell Betty," Jughead announced to his best friend, giving her hand a light squeeze.

Ginny's eyes widened in shock and she tried to peel her hand away from his but his grip was too tight. "What are you talking about, Jug?"