Bughead One Shots

The American Revolution

Betty's heels clicked on the floor of the hallway. She had her arms protectively folded around her lesson plan and adjusted her glasses ever so slightly.

Then she saw him again. The other English teacher. Her rival.

Mr. Jones from classroom 209 was built on a lean but muscular figure covered in a button down and plain pants. He always wore a pin on his chest with some sarcastic phrase, but never the same one. He, of course, wore a charcoal beanie with every outfit, regardless of whether it matched. However, the most prominent thing about him was his accent.

His father had moved the family to England to protect them from their Serpent history. Jughead had lived there until his parents got divorced, and his voice still showed it. Betty secretly thought it was charming and elegant, but having grown up in the Small American Town™ of Riverdale, she couldn't admit defeat.

Every time they'd pass in the halls, snickers, rude remarks, and childlike taunts were exchanged. They often imitated each other's accents, or mocked their clothing. Sometimes they would even stoop so low as to cite stereotypes with jeers like "'Merica. Land of guns and fat." or "You do your job as well as the Queen. Let me be Prime Minister and get out of my way ".

One day, the beautiful blonde teacher finally worked up the nerve to follow alongside him.

"Why won't you just try something?" she whined, "I'm sure there's something you like!"

He silently kept walking. Betty's mind raced to come up with some kind of common ground to stomp on.

She insisted, "I've got it! How bout a burger?"

Jughead, who was engrossed in his novel, looked up at her. "I'm intrigued."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll take you for one! Pop's has the best burgers in town."

He smirked his approval, and Miss Cooper could have sworn that he had looked her up and down.

That night, Jughead ate his burger silently, eyes shining.

Come the next morning, Betty found that he was wearing an american flag shirt with matching pants, had a tiny flag coming out of his knapsack, and had an armful of burgers that was spilling over.

"Good god Mr. Jones," she said in astonishment, pulling on her flyaway hairs, "you're not supposed to eat that many!"

"Making up for lost time, hon."

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Okay, I know this wasn't the best chapter ever, but I haven't updated in a while and I miss you guys!!! Here's a kind of scrap chapter for y'all!!

-LilyPopp