Venom | A Bughead Fanfiction

Chapter Three

   I'm sorry.

   The words echoed through Betty's head like a never-ending song as Jughead was still holding on to her. She hadn't heard them for so long, especially from Jughead. They sounded sweet to her ears, the way it rolled off of his tongue. Betty wanted to hear his vibrant voice again. But the wistful longing soon turned into blunt outrage as Betty reminisced about how he abandoned her three years ago. He shut her out when she needed him. He didn't come back until now, of all times.

   Betty broke free of Jughead's grasp. He tried to hold her again, but she violently pushed him away, a tearful no escaping from her lips. She felt uncomfortable now for letting Jughead get so close to her, after what he did. Jughead slid his hands into his pockets and tried to communicate.

   "Betty--"

   "No!" Betty said, louder this time. Her face turned a bright red from anger as she gestured her hands to Jughead. "You don't get to waltz back into my life as if nothing happened to us! As if you didn't push me away and as if you actually give a shit about me!"

   Betty's face flushed. "Three years..." she whispered under her breath. "Three fucking years..."

 She hadn't realized how loud she had been. Moonlight shone through the crevice of the alleyway. Nearly all of Jughead's body was submerged in the darkness. Only the crooked smile on half his face was visible to Betty, her face flushing even more. The scattered bits of moonlight allowed her to glimpse at Jughead, who had pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket. Smoke protruded through the end of the cigarette, wandering every which way.

   Jughead tilted his head up, his pained eyes making contact with Betty. His mouth quivered, attempting to spew words out of them, but nothing came out. Betty wanted him to say something, anything. But he didn't have to, for he found himself retreating from the darkness of the alleyway and towards Betty. Her heart was beating out of her chest.

   Jughead was centimeters away from Betty. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and the fumes from of his cigarette surrounding her. His hurt eyes were staring directly at her, his pupils dilated. Betty wanted to express what she still felt to Jughead, but words simply could not do that. So she didn't use words.

   Betty found her lips shattering into Jughead's, the friction of their mouths together producing a warmth that gave Betty chills. As if her arms had a mind of their own, they found their way around Jughead's sweating neck. Their bodies pressed against each other, unlike how Betty's did with the other people on the dance floor. This feeling of intimacy was different than that, more emotional, something Betty hadn't felt in a long time. Jughead wrapped his arms around Betty, lifting her up against his waist. He collided with the wall of the alley, Betty's back against it. He kissed her neck while his fingers ran up the slit of Betty's dress and pulled down the loose strap on her shoulder. Feeling Jughead's hands on her made Betty moan in desire. Her heart was racing. She wrapped her legs around Jughead's waist, still kissing his soft lips.

   She felt Jughead's heart against her chest, pounding with every breath he took. But with every hot kiss planted on her, the bad memories that had temporarily stopped began rushing back to her. Betty whimpered at the thought of Jughead abandoning her and now pinning her against a wall while kissing her. Jughead's lips glided against Betty's neck until Betty dismounted herself from his waist and shoved him away.

   Questions were racing through Betty's head. Why would she do that? Why would she kiss Jughead and let him touch her? Did Jughead intend on having sex with her? Was this all a ruse just so he could have Betty for this one night? After three years, why now?

   Betty, her face flushed, shakily pulled the strap of her dress back over her shoulder. She could still feel the tingling sensation of Jughead's delicate fingers against her thigh.

   "Fuck..." Jughead whispered under his breath as he wiped off the red lipstick from his mouth.

   "I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have done that." Betty chanted to herself. She ran her fingers through her black wig, nearly pulling it loose.

   "Betty, you know I didn't mean--"

   But Betty didn't let him finish, for she was already straightening her dress and urgently evacuating the alley, leaving Jughead in the midst of the moonlight.