South Side // Jughead Jones

Chapter 5

The next few weeks were okay, I told my mom she was off the hook with the serpents and she had many questions but I just lied my way through them, it was for her own good. My days were mostly spent at pops or in the woods, drawing. I would see the boy with the peculiar hat almost every time I went to the shoppe, his outfits were definitely school-shooter chic but hey, I'm not ms. Popular myself.
Things were a lot better than when we first moved in, but of course this wouldn't last long, if only I had gone to pops instead of the river on July 4th.

[ time skip brought to you by somebody who can't write for shit]

School was starting tomorrow and I was so unprepared, I knew nobody except for that one gloomy kid who I never talked to, I was the new girl, and a kid drowned in the river over the summer. Things were just dandy.
I spent basically the whole day flipping my shit. When the dreaded day came I almost skipped, but my mom made me go, she said things would go "great" but the last time she said that it didn't go so well. My tour guide was Betty Cooper, a pretty blonde girl who wore pastels. We were not really alike, at all, but I liked her. I was ecstatic when I found out I wasn't the only new girl, Veronica Lodge was with us and she too was beautiful "jeez am I the only ugly one here?" I mumbled to myself as Betty began the tour. The anxiety filled day went by relatively quickly, I learned about the dance, which I had absolutely no intention on going to. So of course while almost everyone else was dancing away at that stupid event, I decided to go to Pop's. every booth was taken, mostly by parents waiting for the dance to end. I sighed, it seemed that the only seat was across from the boy who I had seen all over. I made my way over "may I sit?" I asked and he grumbled something that resembled a "sure" I ordered a vanilla milkshake, took out my pen, and started to draw on a nearby napkin since I couldn't find my damn sketchbook. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke up "you're an artist?" He asked. I lifted my head and blinked a few times "no, actually I'm just planning for world domination" I smirked, the corner of his mouth lifted. "You're a writer?" I asked "no, I'm just plotting a murder" he responded and I smiled, I liked this guy. "Well" I started off "My name is Rachel Greyson" Pop Tate set my milkshake down and Jugheads burger. "Jughead Jones" he said and took the cherry from me "the third" he added. I fake gasped and took one fry from his plate, 'maybe this won't be a repeat of last year, maybe things are starting to get better' I thought to myself.