Bughead Oneshots // Compilation

"You can call me Betty."

Song: "Bette Davis Eyes" by Rogue Wave (Original by Kim Carnes)

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|| J. JONES ||

I can't believe he's forced me to do something like this.

To come to an event such as the one I will be attending will ruin my angsty, brooding and emo reputation—I am the Jughead Jones of Riverdale, this just isn't my thing.

"Now remember, Jughead, be polite to these people."My father reminded as he kept his eyes on the road ahead, alert for anything that could possibly pop out in the middle of nowhere and bring us any harm. He had both hands on the wheel, relaxed as he took the necessary turns. I rolled my eyes at what he said—how can he expect me to be polite to these people? This is why I hated coming here to Riverdale. I don't know anyone in this damn town except for Archie, his dad, and of course, my dad. Staying in Toledo is so much easier: no one expects much from you. Once you've showed people how you want them to see you, that's it. You can't change who you are in front of people anymore—one wrong move can suddenly ruin your whole life. Setting people's expectations of you at a low level actually helps, at least no one will be disappointed if you suddenly land yourself in a difficult situation wherein the only choices are jail time or suicide.

Which, of course, has happened to me. But hey, if you're rich, then you don't really have much problems. You can simply buy your way out of anything.

"Jughead, these people are old friends of mine, okay? I'd appreciate it if you smile more and greet them a simple 'good evening' or shake their hands when they stretch theirs out to you. Besides, it won't be boring for you there—I brought you with me because I know that the others will be bringing their kids too, and they about your age."He said, and I opened my mouth in protest. "I don't fit in, and I don't wanna fit in."I simply replied, shrugging my shoulders lightly as I sunk into my seat. Back in Toledo, I didn't have much friends—which was how I liked it. Everyone there was frustrating at some point—it's the same with expectations: better none than to disappoint indefinitely.

My parents are divorced, and my mom thought that sending me here to Riverdale to live with my dad for a few months will be helpful for me. She thought that sending me here would get my life back on track, make me a better person, a better student...but it just won't work. I am who I am, and I don't plan on changing myself to please others.

Especiallynot my parents.

Back in Toledo, I was a rebel. Not exactly the bad boy type of guy, but I did a lot of bad things. Many stayed away from me because I have been going in and out of delinquent centres and troubled youth seminars and anger management sessions with the counselor a lot. The divorce was too much for me to handle, but eventually I realized that it was for the greater good. It's too late when I realized it though—I've already been turned into a rebellious outsider.

"The kids here are nice. Especially those your age. You remember Archie, right? He can give you a welcome back tour if you like."He replied, a slight smile forming in his face. In those very few years that I spent here in Riverdale, Archie has been my best friend. Moving to Toledo caused us to lose communication though, and right now, I don't have any idea what type of person he is or how he even looks like. It's been eleven years since I last saw him, after all. "You know, you promised your mother you'd try to change—"

"I didn't promise anyone anything!"I snapped, slamming my fist against the car door by my side. My father just kept on driving, keeping himself silent for the rest of the drive. I sunk back into my seat, glaring as I stared out of the window, a building filled with bright lights suddenly coming into the view. Plenty of cars were parked in the lot beside it, lots of people standing outside. Most of them were my dad's age, but I could see plenty of teenagers as well, hanging out in groups, all dressed in formal attires. I glanced down at my black tuxedo, paired with a midnight blue long-sleeved blouse and necktie—dark, just the way I like it. My signature crown beanie is on my head, covering most of my wavy, voluminous jet black hair.