My Hero In Leather |Jughead Jones|

Chapter 5

Note: Any song that I fully type out, will serve an actual purpose, whether it be about a character's personality, a future point, or I really want to add it. MWAHAHAHAHA. You'll never fucking know. It'll mostly be about a plot point though.

I was shaking. We had taken a short break before going to Dead Girl Walking. Braeden had a cocky smirk on his face and I hit him slightly.

"I'm just happy we aren't doing the actions yet. I might actually die then," I complained and buried my head in my hands.

He rolled his eyes at me. "You'll be fine," he reassured but I just groaned.

"So how has your cuddle session with Fangs been going," I asked and his cheeks lit up.

"I'm just helping him learn the part Jaz," he hit me lightly.

"I just realized something. I don't think I've ever seen your Serpent tattoo," I said.

"Well you must not be looking very hard. Not exactly like I hide it that well," he said and turned away from me and adjusted his hair and I could see the top half. The second half of the snake was hidden under his shirt.

"Why there," I asked and he simply shrugged.

"I didn't want my mom to know I was a Serpent so I put it somewhere that was easy enough to hide, at least if you aren't staring directly at that spot," he explained.

"If I wanted to become a Serpent, how would I," I asked slowly. He stared at me for a moment.

"You'd have to do this extremely sexist dance. Why would you wanna be a Serpent though? You have such a good life," he questioned me.

"So do you. You are litteraly my neighbor," I was confused. It's not like he lives in extreme poverty.

"Just because I live in a nice house, doesn't mean I have a good life. The only reason I was adopted is because Alice had to give up her first son. At least you were adopted for love and it's not like it's easy being gay where we live. While Kevin has it pretty easy I guess, you've seen how others treat me. I still remember getting beat the first day of Freshman year. The Serpents helped me. Then when I told my parents what happened, Alice cared but Hal said I just needed to toughen up," he looked down. "So I did. Just not in a way that they would approve of, but I don't care for their approval anymore."

I stared at him. I don't think I'd ever seen him as vulnerable. It was probably because he always kept his walls up. He didn't ever want to risk getting hurt again. I couldn't blame him though. I remember him crying in front of me with a bloody lip and cuts across his face. He'd never been the same after that. I didn't usually question why.

"Come one. Let's go get you ready for Dead Girl Walking," he whispered and stood, hastily walking away.

I followed him as he sat at my computer and loaded up the instrumental. "Jughead and Jasmin to the the stage," he yelled and we both jumped on, well Jughead jumped. Archie had to lift me up again.

...

Dead Girl Waling went... okay. It was definitely awkward. Especially when I saw a certain part of him, tense. I stuttered out a lot of lines after that.

Everyone had shown up except for Cheryl and I was really fucking annoyed. Didn't she know that this was going to be really fucking difficult to put together in a two week period with everyone showing up? Now we are running out of time and haven't done like half the fucking songs. "What are we going to do? We need to practice, Candy Store, Beautiful, Me Inside Of Me, and Yo Girl. That's just off the top of my mind too, so there is probably more," I rubbed my head. I didn't think this would be so stressful. Then I got an idea. "Braeden."