Love Hurts

Why?

I wanted to scream.
I wanted to cry.
My hands curled up into fists, puncturing the fresh wounds I had so wanted Jughead to heal with his touch. To look after me and tell me i'd be ok.
But now I was worse than I was before.

B: Juggie, I've been here for an hour, where are you!!

I pressed send and heard a faint ping across the car park as he took his phone out and looked over at the diner. A confirmation it was him. He rushed his fingers across the brightly lit screen to write a reply.

J: Sorry B! I was given an assignment in English than the rest of the class received weeks ago and is due in 2 days!!

What a lame excuse.

B: Really? What a shame! Look behind you.

Jughead examined the message and turned around to face me from a distance. He was shocked, you could tell that no matter how far away you were.
I had tried to remain strong about this. About his betrayal. I had been thinking that I can't blame him until I hear him out. But he lied about it anyway so there was no point in listening to more lies. Some of the people in the circle around Jughead had begun to stare at me too, but the only eyes I could see were Jughead's, locked with mine.

I felt a hot tear trickle over my face and drop to the ground. I was so furious with him. But all I could think was why?
He was still looking at me. A guilty and embarrassed expression you could see even in his posture. I shoved my phone in my purse and held my hands out to him. Palms facing out. Blood trickling along my arms and dripping onto the ground from the moon shaped cuts inside my flesh. I held them out for only a few seconds. So he could see what I had done and no longer than that. So he could see the crimson colours coming from the soon-to-be scars. So he could see why I needed him so badly.
I retracted my palms and crossed my arms over. I could see Jughead take a small step towards me and extend a hand out. He wouldn't be able to touch me though. I was roughly twenty meters away. His actions angered me more than they should've. Right at that moment, I didn't want to face him. I didn't want to talk to him or be intimate with him again. Or be near him at all. Ever.
I stormed off.

• • •

I wish I had headphones
I thought to myself. I had attempted to drown the sound of my sorrows out my playing CD's on the stereo in my room, but no such luck. I could still hear myself clearly, and just heard sad songs on repeat in the background. My head was buried in a soft, baby pink pillow and had been like this since I'd gotten home.

I heard yet another buzz from my phone and finally decided to check it. Dozens of messages and calls notifications had gone off over the last few hours but I had been reluctant to check anything, fearing the likelihood of it being Jughead and I didn't want to talk to him right now. I was too weak now. Too vulnerable. Too raw. I didn't want to say anything I'd regret.

I dug through my bag to pull out my phone. The majority of new massages and missed calls were from Ronnie. A few more of the notifications from Archie, and a single message from Jughead.

J: I'm sorry Betty. I'm so, so sorry.

"If you were sorry it wouldn't have happened in the first place." I said blankly to myself.
I threw the now makeup-covered pillow against the wall and looked out my window, sighing heavily to see Archie playing his guitar, a look of content plastering his face as he stroked each of the strings. The sound produced from his gift was beautiful, his voice and the guitar's. I could kind of make out his voice belting out the lyrics and his hands strumming the chords, both perfectly in time with each other. I watched him from my window for ages. He eventually put his guitar down and looked up at me. He smiled. It was somehow sympathetic. But I don't want sympathy. I don't need it. Nothing bad truly happened. Right? I remained stone cold until I realised his smile had faded. I stood up and hurriedly moved out of sight from the window. I didn't try to look so hurt and emotionless but the result of letting all the tears go and having none left created my fixed, unresponsive being.

I lay on my bed and almost instantly heard my phone go off.

V: open the door B it's cold outside. I brought food from Pop's btw 🙃

I gave a pained smile to the screen and stood up. I smoothed out my outfit; a white collared shirt underneath a rosie pink sweater and denim jeans. I tightened my ponytail. I bounced down the stairs and to the door. As I got there I took a deep breath to suppress any tears that wanted show themselves. I curled my fingers over the door knob and turned it to let Ronnie in.

She stood at the door, handing me a sympathetic smile and I returned one. Then, throwing all sadness aside she began to shake the bag of food and tray of milkshakes slightly to divert my attention from the happenings earlier today with Jughead. I gave a short chuckle and she smiled.
"That's the Betty I prefer!" She exclaimed and walked in,
automatically heading upstairs. I closed the door behind her and followed.

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