In Your Arms | A Bughead Story

Chapter 5

Jughead Jones:

Bright and early Monday morning, was when I made it to the blue and gold office. Walking in through the door, and noticing that I wasn't the only one that decided to come early.

"Betty, why are you here so early," I ask on instinct seeing her sitting at her desk, her laptop open. Her eyes snap up to mine shocked, me drawling her out of her imagination. 

"Oh Jug, I didn't know you were here already," she exclaims, running her hands through her blonde locks that weren't in a ponytail, but rather resting on her shoulders. 

"How long have you been here," I question, letting the door shut behind me as I entered the room. Dropping my bag down beside the desk that I work at, and waiting for her answer. 

"..What time is it," she suddenly rubs her eyes. Picking up her phone from the desk, as her eyes widen in surprise. 

"It's already 7:00 in the morning," she quickly asks, rummaging through papers on her desk in search for something.

"Yeah, and again how long have you been here. It looks like you haven't gotten any sleep," I let my mind speak, trying to get an explanation out of her. Worried as to why she had been up so long. 

"It's because I haven't...I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately," she exclaims pushing what seems like her homework into her bag, while I see her cheeks flush in embarrassment. But about what. 

"How come," I keep asking nosy questions, even though I honestly have no right to know. 

This seems to finally get her attention, as I see her slowly let go of her bag, as she looks  up to meet my eyes. Her cheeks still a darker shade of pink, than what they usually are. 

It seems like she can't tell me, or she doesn't want to tell me. 

"It's nothing, but I have to go to the bathroom to change. I'm still wearing my clothes from yesterday and school starts in like half an hour," she quickly changes the subject. Gathering her stuff and pushing past me. Leaving behind a spark that ran up the side of my arm that she had touched. God Jughead, get a grip. My head turns just in time to see her leaving the Blue & Gold office. Her blonde hair flying up in the air, as the air from the air conditioner moves it above her shoulders. 

That was weird. 

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Betty Cooper:

Of course I couldn't tell him the truth. The truth that he was the reason I hadn't been getting any sleep. Because for some reason, he kept invading my mind every time my eyes closed. How I would imagine things that completely scared me. Or my mind would get flashes of images. like his lips or his eyes or his wavy black hair. 

How even in my dreams, his body against mine felt so real. How it was like a drug that I never wanted to stop taking. But it needed to stop. Me and Jughead barely talk now, and if this were to get out in the open. I'm sure he'd never talk to me again. He'd be disturbed or something. 

I quickly try and discard the thoughts from my head as I pull a clean shirt over my head. This one not looking like my normal attire at all. Leaving me in some jeans, converse, and a gray hoodie. As I tried my best to put my hair into a ponytail. That didn't seem to rest as high on my head as the others had. some of the blonde strands falling out to frame my face. 

My face, makeup free. But I did apply some chap stick. Trying to look a little decent. 

Right on time the bell rings, signally the start of a brand new day. 

I push my way past the crowded halls. Muttering quick excuse me's or sorry's. As I feel more and more eyes on me. Probably shocked that I'm not dressed in pink or baby blue. I try and pretend like I don't notice them. But it gets kind of hard when I see Archie and Veronica, looking at me like somethings wrong. 

"Hey guys," I fake a smile, glancing up to meet their eyes. That held uncertainty. 

"Hey B, are you feeling alright today," she ask, concerned. I nod my head frantically. 

"Yeah, I'm fine,". She doesn't seem convinced but leaves the topic alone. As she grabs a hold of my hand and drags me to first period. Leaving behind a confused Archie. 

"So how was your weekend," she smiles my way. Once we reach our seats. 

"It was fine I guess," I lie, trying to change the subject. 

"Just fine...no weird dreams or anything," she smirks this time, causing my eyes to widen as I quickly send a glare her way. When Jughead enters the room. Keeping his head down as he always does. But I don't miss the small side eye he gives me when he takes his seat. Two rolls in front of us.. 

Veronica must've caught on to what had gotten my attention. As I hear her mutter, "Lover-boy," under her breath. Causing me to glare at her once again. I've grown to love Veronica, but she can still be pushy when she wants to be. 

"Okay class, we are going to be finishing up our assignment from last week. They are to be sitting on my desk by the end of the period. So no talking, get your work done," Our teacher explains while shutting the door behind him. Not once looking up from his chemistry book. 

I find my eyes drifting back to Jughead once more. My eyes widen as I see him already looking at me. I almost gasp if it weren't for being surrounded by so many people. But I do jump slightly startled, causing Veronica to look up from her book. Following my eyes that were currently looking at an also surprised Jughead. Who quickly looked away, when he noticed I had caught him staring. 

"Looks like he's interested," I can practically hear the smirk in her voice. I shake my head, disagreeing to her statement as I finally focus on my assignment. Gosh another week until my moms back, and it already feels like it's been a year.