(A/N Jason is alive in this oneshot and Cheryl is the one who dies)
To most people Jughead Jones the Third would not seem to look like a strong person with his small frame and not very muscular arms or a ripped chest for that matter. In no way was he strong in the way of appearance, but everyday when having to deal with his abusive father the bullying from the jocks at school he found a way to not show people that he was weak. He never cried in front of people. He was always calm in times when he was getting beat up. He just let them hurt him.
Until one day.....
He was in the school lounge writing in a notebook when Jason and the rest of the football team (except Archie as he had 'special business' with Miss Grundy he had to attend to) "Sup Donnie Darko!" Jason said in the un-nicest way possible. "Plotting down your next murder victim after you killed my sister!" He yelled.
"Yeah he probably killed her then did it with the body for all we know Jay, after all it is the only sex that weirdo's gonna get." Reggie laughed. "I think the term you are looking for Reggie is necrophilia. I bet you can't even spell it." Jughead said
"What you say creep?" Reggie asked.
"I'ts called necrophilia Reggie, can you spell it." Jughead said as if he was explaining something to a three year old. "Come here you little shit." Reggie yelled. Before Jug could even move he was being punched and kicked by him; slowly the whole football team that was present started to join in with the beat up of the fragile teen.
The pain continued to spread through his body until the lunch bell rang and the whole football team made a beeline for the cafeteria. Like the never did anything to Jughead. As for him, Jug managed to sit up dizzily, his head pounding and whole body sore from bruises and marks that were permanent on his body as every single day it is the same. Wake up. Abuse. Go to school. Abuse. Go home. Abuse.
The only time he felt somewhat happy was when he was hanging out with Archie and Betty. Betty. The name was beautiful to match her appearance. Her golden hair and luscious green eyes. She looked like a goddess. Jughead had always had a small crush on Betty. Whenever he sees her(which is often.) his chest becomes heavy and gets fluttering feelings in his stomach. Her looks alone was enough to get his heart racing.
Just then his phone buzzed and lit up with a text from the one and only Betty Cooper.
Betty: Hey Juggie can u meet me at the B&G to go over the new article.
Jughead: Of course meet you in 5.
Even a simple text from her made him itch with happiness and excitement.
He made his way to the Blue & Gold office gleefully but not too much. Jughead Jones was greatly known to never be happy. He arrived to the Blue & Gold office to see Betty in a pastel pink sweater and a bright smile on her face. The complete opposite to Jughead. "Hey Juggie im glad you made it." She said cheerful as ever. Just then Betty saw the terrible state Jughead was in he had bags under his eyes and a cut on his lip that looked fresh. "Jug, what happened to your lip?" Jughead felt a wave of anxiety rush over him. Not only could he not tell her what had happened to him. But also mentioning it to his lifelong crush made him feel sick. He started to stutter unable to get words to form. Usually talking to Betty was easy but talking about this subject was proven to be very difficult to talk about. So he decided to try and change the subject.
"Hey so why exactly did you bring me here?" He hoped that trick worked but Betty was not easily fooled. She gave him a stern look but it was also filled with compassion ready to comfort him about anything that was bothering him. "Jug. What's wrong? And don't say nothings wrong. I want to know. I want to help." Jughead sighed in defeat. When she gives him that sort of look with her convincing puppy dog eyes, its hard for him not to give in. "Its just The football team, minus Archie. The were beating me up. But its fine im used to it." He told her. Betty believed him at first but something else clicked in her mind. "Juggie how come on the weekend you have all these cuts and bruises all over your face that look fresh. What's happening? Please tell me Jug." She said pleading him to tell her. "Its uhh its my. Its my dad." He blurted out. "He's always drunk when i get back home from school and even when im not late or do nothing wrong he would just yell at me and. And he would." He didn't finish his sentence as tears threatened to spill down his face.
Another thing Jughead Jones was known for was that he never cried in public. But yet he found himself crying in front of his beautiful crush who had her arm wrapped around his waist in a comforting hug. "You dont need to tell me anymore Jug. God im so sorry about it. I wish i could do something to help." Jughead looked at her with teary eyes. "You could help me."
"Help you how?" She asked confused. Jughead then leaned in closer to Betty, his lips connecting with her soft glossed ones. They broke apart from the gentle kiss, him scared of her reaction to what had just happened. "Thank god you finally did that Jug, ive been waiting for that my entire life." And before he knew it another kiss, more passionate than the last.
For the first time in forever Jughead Jones felt loved.
