The Theory Of Chaotic Perfection |BUGHEAD|

Chapter XXVII -A New Girl

"I didn't know you smoked, Jughead Jones,"

It was a new era in both of their lives. The cold country road took them into the unknown of the rest of the world. Leaving a small hometown like Riverdale was hard for Betty, but Jughead was enjoying every second of being on the run. While Betty looked back, he looked ahead. They stopped in cheap motels. Betty would never sleep, staring outside the window searching for something familiar. Nothing was familiar, strange cars, strange people, beer bottles at the window, and Jughead on the floor with one pillow under his head.

Throwing the covers off herself, Betty stood up. It was 4:56 am on the wall clock. Carefully walking over Jughead, to not wake him, she slipped out of the motel room. Letting the cold wind hit her face, Betty made her way to the pool area. She never knew that the rest of the world had so many motels, she had never been anywhere aside from Riverdale.

It attracted her, the bright blue light coming from the water. Taking her shoes off, she dipped her feet into the water of the pool and started at the rings she made from the contact with the water. Somewhere in the distance a group of teenagers were dancing with their loud music and beer bottles. Betty did not want to be bothered by them, but their noise did not give here peace. She felt someone sit down next to her and saw a pair of feet dip into the water next to her.

"Beautiful night isn't it?" The boy who sat beside her said looking up at the stars.

Betty didn't care much for him, he was drunk, she could tell from the strong smell of alcohol that came from him. Politely, she moved away. No one ever payed attention to her in Riverdale, she always chased after Archie, and he chased after other girls.

"I said, it's a beautiful night isn't it? And you're a beautiful girl," he said again.

Clearly understanding his advances, Betty turned to him, "look, I am not interested in whatever you're trying to offer okay?" She said.

The boy was shocked, laughing off her rejection, "then why are you here in the middle of the night, huh?" As if ignoring her clear disinterest in him, he moved closer to her.

Betty didn't blame him partially, she blamed the alcohol. Standing up, she started to walk away, but the boy grabbed her hand. Shoving him into the pool Betty stormed off.

"Come on, I just wanted to have a little fun," she heard him scream after her and fastened her pace. She heard the boy climb out of the pool and dashed for her motel room. Pulling out the key fast from her pocket. Her life felt like a never ending pursuit. She was an animal and the people around her were hunters.

Slamming the door shut, she heard the boy bang on it from the other side. Tears started to form in her eyes as she pushed against the door. Jughead woke up startled. He saw Betty pushed up against the door and heard some stranger bang on the other side. Getting up and pulling her into his chest protectively, Jughead guided her away from the door.

"What happened?" He whispered as she sobbed, her tears staining his shirt. Betty didn't answer, just held onto him tighter. The world was much scarier than she figured, at least she had the dangerous Jughead Jones to protect her.

Betty wiped her tears away, "remember you promised you'd make a bad girl out of me?" she asked through newly forming tears.

Jughead nodded, although he never could wish to get rid of her good girl personality. To him she was already bad enough.

"Well, make me one," Betty bit her lip, almost letting her teeth go through the flesh to the blood. If she were to survive the real world, she'd have to be as ruthless as the serpents.

That night Betty fell asleep in Jughead's arms. He was no longer a stranger to her, especially after all they've been through. She couldn't fall asleep for the longest time, thinking of how she would change herself.

When they were ready to leave the motel and were getting into the car, the guy from last night whistled at Betty. She could see Jughead's fists clench, but brushed it off and gave him a look. Instead of getting into the car, she pulled out his Serpents jacket from the backseat and put it on. Walking up to the guy who bothered her last night, Betty smiled sweetly.

"Back for more, barbie?" He said, smirking at her.

Betty tilted her head to the side, "who me?" she looked around and kneed the guy in his sensitive area. Jughead smirked at her as the guy fell and she walked away from him.

The young man she kneed noticed the serpents jacket and stayed down, "are you a serpent?"

Jughead snaked his arm around her waist and laughed, "she isn't, but I am." He gave the guy a dark stare.

They both climbed into the car, and Jughead turned on the radio as they sped away from the motel. She lowered the front seat window and stuck her head outside, letting the air blow through her pony tail. Then, Betty took out her hairband and let her hair free. Jughead smiled as he sped up a little bit.

"Where are we going now?" Betty asked, peeking out from the window.

Jughead sighed, "wherever you want to go."

"I want to see New York!" Betty screamed with a smile on her face. The road was in front of them and her life was at the end of it. She felt more free driving through the highway than she felt anywhere else. Zipping up Jughead's Serpent jacket, she put her hands into the pockets and fiddled through them. Finding a lighter, she pulled it out.

"I didn't know you smoked, Jughead Jones," she smiled, showing the lighter to him.

Jughead shook his head, "I don't, that's my fathers. In fact, that's the only thing that is a connection between who he is and who he was."

Noticing that the lighter meant a lot to him, Betty put it back into the pocket and looked outside the window. She didn't have anything to remember her father or mother. Although, it would have been nice to have something to remember them by, she realized she didn't want anything. Her father gave her security, her mother submission, the things she was running away from. Her parents would rather have her dead than following her dreams.