Jughead Jones (Jughead X Reader)

part three

You sat on your bed. Staring at the ceiling. You were thinking about your dad. He went to jail last year..for things that will forever haunt you. Yiu were shook from your trance by a tap on your window. You sat up and saw Jughead. You then immediately looked down at yourself. You were wearing a crop top and short shorts, aka your pyjamas. Oh shit you thought to yourself. You opened your window and Jughead crawled through. 'Hey there Juliet,' He said smiling. 'Yea, hey Jug,' You said still a little bummed from thinking about your dad a minute ago. He clearly was able to tell. 'What's wrong?' he asked sitting on your bed. 'Nothing,' You said painting a smile. He sighed and let it go. 'Fine,'
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You sat on your bed with Jug, just talking. Eventually your mom walked in your room. 'Hey Hun-' she stopped. 'Oh...um...Jughead..' She said clearly shocked. After all your room was on the second story. How did he get in without her realizing? 'I was just going to tell you I got some news, but since your friend is here,' She emphasized friend. 'I'll tell you later,' She smiled weakly and walked out of your room awkwardly. 'Sorry, about that,' You said smiling at Jug. 'Its fine, but I better get going,' He said standing up. 'Wait,' You said standing up and kissing him. 'See you tomorrow?' You said smiling. 'Maybe later, if we are lucky,' He said winking. 'Oh haha, Jones,' You said sarcastically walking him to the front door so he wouldn't have to crawl out your, pretty high up window. 
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You sat at the kitchen counter. 'So what is so important you couldn't say it in front of Jughead?' You asked your mom, who was sitting across from you. ' I know, you have grown to like Riverdale over these few short days, especially the people,' She said, clearly meaning Juggy. 'But, we are running low on money already, plus, your dad just got out of jail a little bit ago, I know, everything he did to you was terrible, but he has the money we need hon,' You looked at her in disbelief. 'So, your going to tear me away from Riverdale, make me live with that pedophile of a father, and make me abandon Jughead?' You were very infuriated. 'Yes...i'm sorry,' she said frowning. You left without saying anything and walked up to your room. You shut and locked your door. You layed on your bed in a little ball. You started to cry. Jughead Jones, you had fallen for him so fast, and now your being torn apart.
just peachy
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The next day you trudged into school in sweatpants and a big hoodie; very unlike you. Everyone knew it too. You got stares from everyone, as you passed people turned their heads and began to whisper. You didn't care. You could tell it was going to be a bad day. You barely made it through to your last class before lunch without crying. As soon as it ended you ran to the bathroom. Betty and Veronica saw you and followed. You sat in a stall and sobbed. 'Y/N?' Veronica called. You wiped your eyes, stood up, and walked out the stall. 'What's wrong?' Betty asked holding your hand. 'My mom doesn't have enough money for us to stay in Riverdale, I have to move back with my father...who....who,' you couldn't continue on. B and V pulled you into a tight hug.
'Thanks girlies,' You said wiping away a tear. 'I bet you could stay with me
Y/N,' Betty said smiling. 'Really?!' You said suddenly in a better mood. 'Yep!' She said nodding her head. Her signature ponytail swaying. 'Hey, um, don't tell Jughead,' You said rubbing your arm. You were about to walk out of the bathroom when Veronica pulled you back in. 'No, Sweetie, you can't go back out there like that,' 'Fine, go get in my locker, in the Adidas bag I have an outfit. Get it for me, woulda V?' You said, teasing. She quickly ran to your locker and came back. Gee was that girl fast in heels. 'Here ya' go,' She said triumphantly handing you the bag. You opened the bag and pulled out,  leather jacket, a skull tank, and distressed jeans. The perfect bad girl outfit. 'Ooo, way to make a statement,' Betty said laughing. You giggled and changed into the outfit. You stretched your arms out, it's been a while since you have worn the jacket. 'Wait! I have the perfect touches,' plural. More than one. 'Hurry V, We are gonna be late!' you said. 'Y/N. Look at your outfit. Late is gonna help your getup,' She said handing you a black velvet choker and dark red lipstick. You put it on and looked in the mirror. Your hair was a mess. 'Betty, hair me,' She trotted behind you and began to do your hair. In less than 30 seconds she had your hair in a perfect, but also messy bun somehow.
'Lets go girls!' You said walking out the bathroom...finally.
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You got a variety of whistles and headturns in the hallways after you walked out the bathroom. After all, you walked in looking like you just rolled out of bed, now you looked hot. Like really hot. You walked into the lunchroom and everyone turned around. Jughead's eyes widened as he started making his way over to you. 'Wha- I- You look-' He was at a loss for words. 'Hot!' Said a guy from across the lunch room. 'Watch it!' Jug said. You laughed and walked over to your table. When you sat down Jug sat across from you. 'So, you look, really, really, really, good,' A look behind his eyes like there was something he wanted to tell you. 'Spit it out,' You said. 'I...i want to become a Serpent, with my dad being in jail and all, I kind of want to take it over,' You stared into his eyes. A certain fire behind them, hope, and happiness. A fire you hadn't seen since before FP got arrested. 'Sure-' He cut you off, 'Yes! I love you!' He stopped. You looked at him. Did he just? He did. He said he loved you. 'I..um..uh..' he stammered, clearly flustered. 'Shut up Jones,' You said pulling him by his shirt for a kiss. Your lips locked and a plethora of ooos and aaas filled the lunch room. You smiled. 'You cut me off Jug,' He blushed. 'I was going to say, I'm joining if you do,' He looked into your E/C eyes. 'Well- uh-' He tried to think of an excuse. 'I love you Jughead Jones,' You said. Immediately making him say, 'You can join, gotta stay together right,' He said smirking.

Goddamn that smirk killed you everytime.