In Your Arms | A Bughead Story

Chapter 4

Betty Cooper:

For the entire weekend, the only thing I could keep thinking about is that damn dream. Why of all people, Jughead Jones...I thought I liked Archie, I always have, it's always been Archie. 

And, now my brain is placing mind tricks on me, making me think things that I hope aren't true. I'm not ruining another friendship, I mean I haven't even told Archie about my feelings yet and it's already put a strain on our friendship. And what makes it even worse, is the fact that now since my mind has been captivated by Jughead, it seems to have changed my perspective on Archie, and how I feel or felt towards him.

Why can't things be easier.

"Betty," I hear a raspy voice from behind me, not even having to turn around straight away to know who it is. Jughead. 

When I do turn around, I see him propped up against the door frame of the Blue & Gold office. A smug expression on his face. You could barely ever read the emotion on his face, he was good at hiding his feelings. 

"Hey, I heard that you're going to be helping me out here," I finally speak, breaking the awkward tension between the two of us. But staring at him only brought back very inappropriate thoughts. So I quickly look away, trying to make it seem like I was straightening some papers on one of the old wooden desks.

"Yeah, Wetherbee said that I should, you know for college applications and all," He coughs in uncertainty walking further into the room, letting the door squeak shut behind him. Causing all of the blood to rush to my cheeks, what is happening to me right now.

"I guess that makes sense," I reply, trying to find the right words to say. But it seemed like everything I said was a question. 

"What does that mean," he asks in confusion, answering my previous thoughts about asking stupid unimportant questions.   

"...Nothing, let's just get to work shall we," I change the subject, grabbing a hold of one of the chairs and sitting down behind a desk. And, turning on one of the old computers, that have more than likely been here since my mother went to high school.

We don't say much else to each other that day, besides when either of us needed help with the right word for the article, to make it sound "professional". Other than that, I'd find myself glancing over at him ever so often. And, I needed to stop because it was like he had eyes in the back of his head. Always asking what I needed, as if he was also staring my way. 

All I knew is that I needed to get this whole being attracted to him out of my mind, and soon. Because the tension between us was unbearable. 

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"So I wanted to invite you over for a sleep over," Veronica suddenly asks out of no where, from across the small picnic table at lunch.

"Really...not to be rude but, why," I find myself asking in confusion, a soft chuckle escaping my parted lips at her kindness.

"Because like I said, I have a feeling me and you will come to be good friends, and I want to get a head start on this friendship," She smiles, that same genuine smile that she had the other day. Making it impossible for me not to think she's nice. Because I honestly think she was. 

"Yeah, I'd like that," I reply, a smile appearing on my face...I have a good feeling about this. 

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"You live here," I ask in astonishment, looking around her "small" apartment, as she likes to call it. It was marvelous, gorgeous furniture, hard wood floors, elegant decorations. Everything about it was a dream.