Believer ➵ Bughead

Chapter 7

"Betty, Beeeetty." A voice called out, barely audible in Betty's sleep.

"BETTY!"

"Crap! I'm awake! I'm awake!" Betty awoke, jumping out of bed.

Her sister, Polly, was sitting in front of her. She had a glass of water and a few tablets of aspirin in her hands.

She turned to her side, noticing the empty crease on the other side of the bed. Flashbacks of the night before ran through her mind. Archie, the multiple glasses of Bacardi, and mostly, Jughead, flashed in her mind like a motion picture on acid. She groaned, running her hands through her hair and grabbing the aspirin and water.

"Thanks." She mumbled, swallowing the medication quickly.

"First hangover must suck." Polly said, chuckling.

"Yup, even worst when you just lost someone you really loved." Betty replied, sighing.

"I'm so sorry Betty. I actually saw Jughead leave yesterday."

"You did?"

"Yeah, he was in such a rush. He just went in and out of your room and left with Poppy. I overheard him talking about going to the south..?"

Betty brought her knees up to her chest. 'Of course he would go there' She thought.

"Anyways, Veronica came by a few hours ago, told me to tell you to call her. Hope you feel better, Betty Boop." Polly stood up, and headed for the door.

"Thanks, Polly." Betty said.

She wondered why Ronnie would want to talk to her.

She dialed her number, and waited for her to respond.

"Hey Betty..."

"Hey, Veronica..."

The atmosphere of the whole entire call was almost cringe-worthy, and the duo had only spoke two things so far.

"Look, before you say anything, I forgive you." Ronnie said, breaking the silence.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. It wasn't your fault at all."

"What do you mean? You practically saw me down Archie's throat!" Betty replied

"No, Betty..." Ronnie chuckled.

"I know that Archie has liked you for quite some time now. He got you drunk so you'd sleep with him. Of course, you guys didn't get THAT far-"

Betty's whole entire body shivered. Her eyes started to water ever so slightly.

"...what?"

"I'm serious. Girl, you DO know that Bacardi's alcohol content is over the roof, right?" Ronnie replied.

"Oh my god...I can't..." Betty stood up, walking back and forth in the room.

"I know. He's a douche. A horrible, disgusting, douche." Ronnie agreed with her.

"Jughead and I..." Betty's eyes became her own little waterfalls as tears fell quickly from her cheek, to the ground.

"Betty, look. I'm really worried about you. I just -sigh- could you meet me at Pickens' Park? I'd just like to talk with you more."

"Sure, thanks for everything Veronica."

"No problem, sister."

Betty smiled as she hung up.

Looking down to her vanity, she walked up to it and grabbed her bottle of pills, opening it up and grabbing a few.

"No.." She dropped them back in the bottle.