Jughead Jones (Jughead X Reader)

part five

You twiddled your fingers as you sat in ths principles office, Principle Weatherbee and Mayor Macoy jumping down you and Jughead's throats. 'You CANNOT! I repeat CANNOT walk through these Northside halls, wearing a Southside jacket affiliated with a gang! It is bad enough you two are in the gang and in this school! You know what. Riverdale High doesn't need this right now. As of tomorrow you are officially enrolled in Southside High,' You looked at Jug. 'Y/N, i'm sorry,' He whispered grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze. 'Jug, its fine,' You raised your voice for the next part. 'At least South Side High knows how to care for one another, knows how to build a bond between one another,' Mayor Macoy's eyes widened. 'Out! Now!' She said through gritted teeth pushing you too, leather jacket-clad-lovers out of the office.

'Well, we are officially expelled so, wanna go to Pop's? I gotta swing by the house first though,' Jughead said walking outside with you.

You sat in a booth at Pop's with Archie and his dad, Jughead was running late. 'Great to see you again Y/N!' Fred said giving you a little hug. 'You too,' as you finished your sentence the door-bell rang. You turned around and saw a man in a black hood, he had a gun. 'Oh my God,' you said trying to not break down. Archie was in the bathroom. Fred stood up. 'Hey!' The man yelled. He aimed the gun at Fred; before he could shoot you got in front of him. 'No!' You screamed as he shot the gun. The bullet pierced your side. The pain was unlike anything you've ever felt before. It burnt like hell rained down on your side. The shooting sensation felt like 20000 needles got stabbed in your side. It hurt like hell.

'Hey, Its Nurse Wilkes, Listen Sweetheart, I know your in a semi-coma, but I know you can hear me. You just had an entire room full of grown men, bikers, might I add, weeping over you. The little one, with black curly hair and the weird name took the short end of the stick. He barely leaves your side. Just fight okay. I know it seems hard right now. But stick it out. The raw emotion that boy put out for you, is enough to make people crazy. So Honey, I need you to fight,'

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You sat in your room, watching TV, it was your eleventh birthday. 'Hey Darling, come downstairs,' said your father. You trudged into the living room. 'What?' You asked, eager to go back and watch your favorite show, CatDog, 'Your mom is at work, and I have been thinking. Your old now. Your mature now' You looked at him. 'Dad what are you saying?' 'You owe me, for being such a brat all these years. For breaking me and your mother's relationship,' He pulled you by your hair over to him. He ripped at your shirt. 'Daddy no!' you screamed fighting against him. He was too strong.

The day played over and over again in your head. You were in an endless pit of misery. Until, you heart the voice, of your favorite, leather clad- lover.
'Y/N M/N L/N, I love you so much. Please wake up. Princess please. I'm begging you. I need you. Please. I don't know how I would live without you. Y/N,' Jughead sobbed squeezing your hand.

With all your might, you squeezed back, and opened your eyes.