Jughead pov:
I walked into the office and saw Principal Weatherbee staring directly at me, the famous death stare. Holy shit, I was in deep trouble wasn't I?
"Jughead Jones, take a seat." He said, motioning toward a chair the opposite of his desk.
I awkwardly take the seat.
Oh my god, I transferred to Southside High.
Great realization, Jughead.
"Principal Weatherbee, look I understand I transferred to Southside High. Can I transfer back though," Crap what could I say to persuade him a bit more? " Uh- I believe currently I'm emotionally incapable of staying at Southside High. I need my friends right now."
"Look Jughead. I'll see what I can do about it. It may be possible. I am completely aware of all the terrible thing that have happened to several of your friends. But that is not what I called you here for."
What. The. Hell.
YOU ARE READING
we are damaged (bughead)
Fanfiction"Juggy, hard times are coming. Please stay with me." " Betty, I'm not going let this civil war tear us, I love you too much."
