Betty x Jughead || Smut

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Jughead?" Betty's voice echoed through the empty, abandoned drive-in, her footfalls splashing in the puddles. She ducked beneath the cracked awning of the snack shack, wanting to get out of the rain for a brief moment. This place was so rundown and broken that it wasn't a surprise that the town had bdecided to demolish it. But the wrecking crew hadn't come yet, and that gave her a little bit of hope at least. She didn't have the same ties to the drive-in as Jughead, but she understood why he wanted to badly so save it. She would help him. They could write articles in the school paper, hopefully drum up some interest.

She shivered as the wind picked up. The misty rain had caused her sweater and buttoned up top to cling to her skin. The weight of the water had caused her blond ponytail to come loose. In her haste to get out of her house undetected, she had forgotten her jacket. Thinking of it hanging on the hook in the foyer made her pause. Perhaps it was better that she left it. It would make her mother think Betty was still tucked away in bed like the good little girl she was. But Betty was tired of being good. What had it gotten her? What had it gotten Polly? The pressure had literally made her sister crazy. It wouldn't do the same to her. Betty Copper was going to live and be happy, no matter what her overbearing mother had said about it.

In the recent weeks, only one person had made her feel alive-with wonder, with curiously, with hope, and there was one more feeling that Jughead Jones had stirred up in her, a feeling that was very new to her. Longing. Need. Lust. Growing up, she had pined for the boy next door, Archie Andrews, a boy who was always looking past her. Now she realized she had wasted so much time on him when there had been someone else, far smarter, far more caring and kinder, far more fun and quick-witted. Jughead had lived in Archie's shadow since they all became friends on the first day of kindergarten. But now she had seen Jughead in a different light. Never again could his glow be dulled by Archie. Jughead had a brightness all of his own, electric and undeniable.

But where was he now? She shielded her eyes against the glare of the street lights and rain, her gaze focusing on the projection room. He loved sitting in there, closed off from the rest of the world, lost in the fantasy of whatever movie was playing. Jughead often went quiet, even when they were together, but never unreachable for this long. Jason Blossom's murderer still hadn't been found, and someone had burned that car that she and Jughead had found last night. They had made themselves known to the killer. No one in Riverdale was safe, especially not the two of them.

That was the reason she was out in the middle of the night, concerned for his safety. At least that's what she kept telling herself. When the school year started, all anyone could talk about was how hot Archie had gotten over the summer, but Jughead had changed, too. Even though he never stopped eating, he'd always been a lean, lanky kid, but over the last few months, he'd filled out and put on a little muscle. And a few weeks ago when they started working on the paper again, she'd been mesmerized by the way his long fingers had moved across the keyboard of his laptop. She found herself wondering what those fingers could do if they touched her.

And then they had. Thirty-two hours ago he had fed those fingers through her hair, tilted her head up and had kissed her. Then she had ruined the moment-their moment-with her preoccupation of the Polly and Jason mystery. After she shouted something about the car, when she should have been kissing Jughead, they had run off to find the sheriff and the rest of the night had been whirlwind of police and questioning. In the early dawn hours, when Sheriff Keller had finally let her go home, Jughead wasn't in the waiting room of the police station like she'd hoped. But her dad was, ready to give her an earful of the reasons why she needed to leave this Polly thing alone.

When she and her dad were alone in the car on the drive home, all she could think about was that kiss and why Jughead wasn't there waiting for her. Did he regret it? Did he think she regretted it? The only thing she regretted was how she had reacted. Yes, she had been thinking about kissing him for a long time now, but she never expected Jughead to actually act on it.