Varchie series

Chaptet 7 - christmas party part two

                    Archie's POV
After Betty walked away, I sat there for a second. What if she was right? Was it odd that I still loved Veronica. It's not like I was fully in love with her..  but I'd always care about her. No matter what she did, I'd always want the best for her, and even though we were done, I still admired her. Her passion, intelligence, beauty, strength, and courage.. it would take a blind man to say that Veronica was nothing special. You couldn't deny that Veronica was still pretty amazing. But we didn't work together. That doesn't mean I think she was a bad person. She made some mistakes. Haven't we all. I thought that was just what a healthy break up looked like, but maybe I shouldn't still feel that way about her. I knew it was time to decide. For real. I was about to see Veronica, and I'd decide on the spot, weather to let go of her, and tell her to leave, or to get her back. And ask her to stay. Which would be almost impossible considering that Veronica could very well be a cheating, lying, horrible person. As I walked into  the main room, I saw it. The most wonderful, horrible, beautiful, disastrous thing I had ever seen. Veronica. She was in the middle of the dance floor, with a short red dress, which more the half was just red lace, dancing. That shouldn't be so bad. Except it gave me that feeling I always got around her. Excitement and fear. Every night was an adventure with her. But the night always passes, and you wake up the next day, always regretting what you did the past night, but with Veronica, when you wake up alone. You don't regret. You crave more. She was addicting. I had finally cut her out of my life, I had finally let go of my addiction. And now I was scarred I'd fall back in love with her all over again. She looked gorgeous. She was dancing like nobody was watching. And it made me want her more. Everybody was watching her at that point. Cheering her on. And I couldn't blame them. She was mesmerizing. She was the girl everybody wanted. Her red dress was practically sparkling, her scent was alluring, her hair and eyes were shining. But the thing that got me. Her laugh. She looked so goddamn beautiful when she laughed. Everything about her tonight was like a magnet. I was drawn to her. And it reflected somethings about her personality too. She was a free spirit. A bird that wouldn't be caged. No one could lock her down. It felt almost wrong to try and take her away from the party. She was it's heart and soul.

I shook myself out of my little trance. I still had to go talk to her. No matter how I felt. I slowly walked up to her. When she spotted me, she turned around slowly, and gave me a little smirk. As if she had expected this. She only shortly glanced at me, before she shifted her eyes back to the asshole she was dancing with. Or on. "Veronica" I called finally. Starting to get irradiated by her silent treatment. How do you even make transition like that? How do you go from loving someone so much, to barley being able to look them in the eye? Veronica looked at me. "I was wondering if you'd get the guts to talk to me" Veronica smirked. I looked down. What did I come here to do again? Kick her out? Apologize? I didn't know how I should feel around her anymore. I didn't know where we stood. And even scarier. Veronica was smart, she always had a motive. And she always had strong opinions. One way or the other, she felt something for Me. Either love or hate or maybe something in between. And either way, I knew she had a plan. But it was dreadful, not knowing what she was thinking. Not knowing what to expect, and not knowing what she was plotting. It was like a game of chess. I didn't know her strategy, but I knew she was planning. I also knew that I was helpless. Veronica would win this game. She always did. But not knowing what she was planning, made me question what I should be doing.

Somehow, through all this confusion, I managed to just open my mouth, and let whatever needs to come out, come out. And even I surprised myself with what I said. "Veronica, I.. I miss you too much to be mad anymore" I heard myself say. I quickly looked up. Everybody at the party heard me. And now only quiet whispers filled the room. Along with intent full glares. And for a second.. just a short second, I saw something sparkle in Veronica's eyes. As if some deep emotion of surprise had come out. Interest, like this one tiny detail was the one thing that wasn't in her master plan. Veronica was a master of disguise and manipulation. Everything that happened, she wanted to happen. As if she controlled it. She always knew what was coming, what to expect. Except those three words. I miss you, she had not planned that. Or expected it. It was the only real thing in her plan. It was something spontaneous, something I didn't know I felt.

But as soon as the moment came, it passed. And Veronica's eyes quickly went back to their usual nature. They went back to looking like she knew something I didn't. She glared at me, and for the first time since our breakup, she looked me straight in the eyes. As if I was the only person in the room. She stepped closer to me, and kissed me. It felt to right. I missed it. The excitement her kisses brought. The need for it to never stop. How exotic they were. How perfect it all felt. Everybody watching either gasped, whispered, some even cheered, reminding me that we weren't  the only two people in the world. Veronica was the one to pull away. And as soon as she did, she turned around, to face the guy from before. "Veronica... where does this leave us" I asked one I retrieved my breath. "Nowhere" she responded. I squinted in confusion. "Then that kiss... what was it for?" I asked, still startled from the experience. "I just want you to remember what you lost. Memorize how it felt. That's the last time we kiss" Veronica said, walking away. And just like that. I was addicted.