[Bughead Oneshots]

Two - Notes

*This oneshot is based off of the Riverdale characters*

"Fate throws fortune, but not everyone catches." - Unknown

Betty sighs as she looks out the window of the cramped classroom, the sun is shining outside and the students of Riverdale High are still trapped in this prison they call room 1023. The young girl rests her head on her hand and glances down, noticing a small sentence written in very messy handwriting; 'This desk belongs to J.J.' Betty, being Betty, knows that this 'J.J' does not actually own this desk and is immature to damage it in this way, but she also knows that trying to find the perpetrator and bring them to justice wouldn't be a valuable use of her time, she would also seem quite snappy and rude. Making a decision in spite of her boredom, she writes back to this nameless fiend in hopes of stopping this vandalism.

Betty uncaps her pen and begins writing, she crosses out this persons note and writes her own beside it with a heart at the end; 'This desk belongs to B.C.' After she is happy with her neatly written note she smiles smartly and hopes that this 'J.J' will stop his vandalism now, maybe if he replies it will end up giving her something to do in this class. After all, she has finished all of this term's assignments and did her final early, so she has nothing to do but sit in the back of the class, looking out into the beautiful grounds of Riverdale High.

The bell rings and Betty quickly runs to her next class. In doing so she runs into a boy with dark hair and a beanie, who had his head down, not looking where he was going. Betty whips around to tell the boy off, but is stopped when she sees the most beautiful pair of blue-green eyes she has ever seen. "H- ...Sorry." she mumbles quietly after staring for a little bit too long. The boy just nodded and turned away in a hurry. Betty wished that he, the beanied boy with beautiful eyes was the mysterious person who she writing too, then she could get to know him better, but the Cooper girl never had any luck, ever.

Jughead knew the girl who he ran into at the door all too well. He had noticed her from the moment he laid eyes on the blonde beauty, but beauty wasn't all she was and everyone knew that, but Jughead knew it better than most. He really didn't have creepy intentions when he began learning all he could about this girl; she was top of the class, probably valedictorian and she defied all of those dumb blonde stereotypes. He soon found out that she wasn't just what showed on the surface. 

Jughead sits in the back of the the class as always, glaring at his computer screen. He had already finished his work and had nothing to do, so he started writing. He was swiftly typing away when he glanced down and noticed a note on his desk; 'This desk belongs to B.C.' Jughead smirks a little bit, he knows there is only one person who has those initials and has such neat writing, and she had gotten trapped in his unimpressed eyes not minutes ago.

Jughead, without thinking, crossed out the girl's note and scratched messily above it; 'I don't think so princess -J.J,' with a heart after it, imitating her note before his. He smirked silently and went to continue writing, but couldn't think of any more dark things to add to his novel. 'My mind is short circuiting,' he thought, and opened a new document in his computer. His fingers begin flying across the keyboard again, but this time, they are writing about the girl with the blonde hair.

The next morning, Betty once again sat in her desk in room 1023, the set down her books and immediately searched the desk for a new note from this mysterious pen-pal. She sees his note and subconsciously blushes, a determined look grew across her face. Instead of leaving this 'J.J' a new note, she tapes a small piece of paper on the desk facing her. 'I really hope that this person is who I think they are,' Betty thought to herself, shrugging.

The bell rang, signalling a change in classes. Betty hastily got up from her seat, books already in hand and sped towards the door. She sees the beanie-wearing boy and gives him a light smile before continuing to her next class.

Jughead was in shock. The girl whom he had been admiring for as long as he remembered, smiled at him. 'Man I need to get ahold of myself. She smiled, it's not like she asked me out or something,' Jughead reasoned. He plops down in the secluded corner of the room, in the desk that he'd been sitting in since the beginning of the term. His blue-green eyes scanned the area of the desk him and Betty had been writing on, in hopes of seeing another note. After searching for quite a lot longer than he had intended, he gave up. The girl hadn't left him a note. 

Jughead was disappointed; put-off even, almost as if she had rejected him. he began to take his computer out of his case, but his hand brushed something. On the front edge of the small desk there was a small piece of paper, only about as big as two of his fingers. It had the same neat writing Jughead would've recognized anywhere, but it wasn't words that were written on the small note, but a 10-digit number and a heart drawn neatly next to it. The boy smiled a massive smirk, maybe she did know who he was.

'Maybe luck is on my side,' they both thought.

Jughead pulled out his phone and messaged the number that he was given a question in five simple, but poetic words;

'Do you believe in fate?'

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Ok so this is my second story so far in this book. I'm very happy to see that people are reading these.

hope you enjoyed!

- Kay -