How to be the Perfect Outcast || Jughead Jones / Riverdale

12 || first detention. ((pt. 1))

((SNIPLET FOR THE CHAPTER. THIS CHAPTER WILL BE DIVIDED INTO THIRDS. EACH CHAPTER WILL HAVE 500 OR SO WORDS, TO ADD UP TO A BONUS CHAPTER. ENJOY.))

-eden's pov.-

I skid into my seat, barely making it as the tardy bell rings. I hear Jughead chuckle beside me, so I turn and grin as I see Ryland beside him, holding her head with her eyes closed. I bet she got drunk off her ass last night.

"Are-"

"Yes, they are here." Jug cuts me off, chuckling under his breath. I huff and cross my arms playfully, leaning back into my chair to listen as the teacher starts to talk about something along history.

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"Damon! Stefan!" I giggle, reaching out to the two of them and wrapping my arms around each of them, squeezing them in a hug.

"You smell nice." Damon compliments, making me give him a weird look and laugh.

The four of them dive into conversation and I let my eyes and ears wander, catching the glances of two girls down the hall some feet, leaning against the lockers with books in their arms and nasty looks on their faces.

They glance at me and the four of my friends, before turning to each other and whispering. It is obvious they're gossiping. Without thinking, I hand Jughead my bag and walk toward the two of them.

I hear them calling my name after me but I ignore them, glaring at the two girls who are staring at me, one looks sort of scared, and the other looks like a straight A bitch. When I am in front of them, I give them my nastiest look.

"Is there something you'd like to fucking say?" I say, not in a shout, but loud enough for people around us to look. Soon the hallway is almost dead silent, everyone either watching and whispering, or videoing.

The scared girl immediately shakes her head, cowering away from me, but the cocky one smirks and lifts her nose into the air, giving me a snake-ish look, one that tells me that she isn't up to any good.

"Is there something you want to hear?" She retorts. I hear 'ooh's' in the background, which only fuels my annoyance. I stare at her stupid bitchy face, and I can't help the urge to punch her. I don't though, I keep my hands to my side, clenched.

"The only thing I want to hear, is my fist coming in contact with your face."

Louder 'ooh's' are heard. Before she can say anything, I am pulled away. I look to the side, at who is dragging me away, and see Jughead, with a scowl resting on his face. I already know from his grip that he is angry.

I catch a glance at Damon, Stefan, and Ryland looking our way before nodding and making their way outside, toward the back of the school. Jughead pulls me down the hallways and into one that looks abandoned.

"Are you going to tell me what your problem is or are you going to stick with the classic 'they were making fun of us and I couldn't take it' phrase?"