My Hero In Leather |Jughead Jones|

Chapter 7

We finish and I watch as Braeden sits on the edge of the stage. I don't know if I should tell him, but I have to tell someone and I don't have a lot of options. I sit next to him and he turns his head quickly. "You know how you had sex with Fangs," he nod and I can see his cheeks flush. "Well I might have had sex with Jughead," he stares at me. Before he can reply I hop down and watch as Betty takes my spot. 

I walk over to the bleachers and I can see Jughead across the room staring at me. I bite my lip. He loves me. He said so, but I just don't know what to think of that whole night. It was amazing. Incredibly amazing, but he's dating Betty. I want to walk over there and talk, but I just can't. It's to much to soon. I sigh and feel my phone vibrate.

In all caps Braeden typed that Fangs had asked him out and he needs me to help him get ready. I chuckle and reply with a simple okay. 

...

I yell at Braeden as he flinches away from the eyeliner pencil. "The more you move, the longer this is going to take," he glares at me before attempting to stay still again. It takes at least four more tries.

I didn't expect him to come to my house and then ask for hair, makeup and outfit help. He isn't the kind of guy who really worries about those kind of things. Well anymore anyways. Before he joined the Serpents, we always did shit like this. I used to test my makeup products on him before myself. What can I say? It's smarter to see it on someone else first.

I see my door open and Veronica, Betty, and Cheryl all stand there. "Did you invite them," he asks me. I shake my head before they begin to attack him with makeup and clothes.

...

Braeden waves as he got on his motorcycle, which he hadn't told me he had, and drives off. The other girls leave so I am alone for the night. I lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling for awhile. I wish I could go on a date.

Well, does sex count as a date? When your drunk. With a guy who's taken. By your best friends sister. Holy fucking hell. My life is complicated.

Plus the psychopath who wants to kill me and my dad. Maybe Archie. Probably Archie.

I knew now that Jughead loved me. Did he really mean it? I think he did. Technically we were drunk, but isn't there always truth to your words no matter what?

I haven't talked to Jug to much in the last day. It is hard when he was still pretending to love Betty. I don't think he has the heart to hurt her. Jughead is too sweet. Never thought I'd think that.

I open my Snapchat out of boredom and see message after message from Jughead. Mostly asking if we can talk. I type a simple message saying to meet me at Pop's.

I grab my jacket and slide it on before I begin the walk. I scroll through stories. Braeden has posted a thousand pictures of Fangs. From drinking his soda to him winking and blowing a kiss. Then I receive a message.

Jasmin. Run. Hide. The Black Hood sent me a picture of you walking down the street. Fucking. Run.

I don't hesitate. I am close to Pop's. I know that. Well I thought I knew that. The streets were silent other than the sound of feet hitting the ground. It isn't just my feet though and from the sound of things, they were gaining on me. Fast. I look to my sides. I must have got lost turning corners. Then I see someone.

FP.

I let out a scream and his head snapped to the side. He stares confused until he sees the look of absolute fear on my face. He doesn't hesitate to run towards me.

"What happened," he asks.

"Braeden got a photo from the Black Hood. Of me," I am panting. I hear the sounds of more footsteps and see him standing across the street from us.

"Get on my bike. Now," he yells and I don't waste a second. He drives off quickly.

"I'm gonna take you home," he says but I shake my head.

"Take me to Pop's. I need to see Jughead," I plead and he lets out a sigh but heads in the direction.

...

I enter the building and see Jughead sitting in a booth. I sit across from him. "Jasmin what's wrong," he asks. I don't realize until now that I am full on balling.

"The Black Hood. He came after me," I let out between sobs and he comes over to my side of the booth and wraps his arms around me. I cry into his shoulder.

It takes awhile for me to calm down enough to breathe regularly. "What happened," he questiones.

"Braeden got a picture from the Black Hood of me walking. I started running and he began to chase me. If it weren't for your dad being there. I don't even want to imagine what would've happened," I am shaking as I hold the cup of water.

"It's not safe for you to be alone in public. I'm gonna call your dad and see if he'll let you stay with me. It'll be the last place the Black Hood would look for you," he says and grabs my hand.

"Okay. Let's talk about something else. Anything else," I whisper.

"How about the fact that we've been ignoring each other since the party," he suggest. I sigh.

"Just be honest with me. Did you mean everything you said," I asked. He bit his lip and nodded. "Do you have feelings for Betty."

He looked away. "Look Juggie. I can't just be your side chick or anything. I love you but you have to make a decision about Betty and I. I realize now that life is too short to deal with this shit so much. If you choose Betty I won't be upset, but if you choose me, I'll never hurt you," I whisper and stand.

"Where are you going," he asks.

"I need to go find Braeden. I made a decision to do something that I've wanted to do for awhile now. Maybe it's only to be closer to you. Maybe not, but I'm doing it," I smil and walk to the door.

"What is it," he asks.

"You'll see soon enough," I whisper and leave. I dial Braeden's number and he picks up immediately.

"Are you okay," he yells into the phone.

"I'm fine. I need a favor," I stare forward.

"What," he is obviously confused.

"I wanna become a Serpent. I need you to teach me that dance," I hang up after I say the words and sit on the curb and call Archie.

"I need a ride home. Then I need a ride to the Southside. Don't ask questions. Just find a way to get me. I'm at Pop's," I whisper into the phone. Truthfully he might not have heard me. Truthfully, I really don't give a fuck. All I know is things are about to change.