I felt someone grab my shoulder.
"Betty!"
Chic was standing over me.
"Oh my gosh, Chic," I said, sitting up.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Your alarm didn't go off. Your gonna be late if you don't get up. "He said.
"Alright, thank you chic," I said.
He left my room.
I sighed and rubbed my face.
I got ready to go. I ran down the stairs.
"Goodmorning, Elizabeth." My mom said.
"Morning," I said.
"You want some eggs?" My mom said.
"No, thanks. I'm gonna be late if I don't leave." I said.
"Alright, have a good day." She said.
"You too," I said.
I felt arms wrap around me.
I looked over. It was Chic.
"Goodbye, Betty." He said.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine," He said.
"Alright, goodbye," I said, pulling myself out of his arms.
I walked out the door.
I heard a door shut near me. I looked over and Archie was shutting his door.
"Hey, Archie," I said.
He waved.
We started walking down the road.
It had now Been a week with silent Archie.
"How have you been?" I asked.
He sighed.
"Okay, I guess," He said.
"How have you been?" He asked.
"I'm good. Really good." I said.
Archie nodded.
"Aside from the fact that my best friend doesn't wanna be my friend anymore," I said.
"Betty. We've been through this. And when Peter hurts you I don't wanna see it." He said.
"So you decide you'll just hurt me instead," I said.
He looked towards the ground.
"Peter's not gonna hurt me," I said.
"We'll see." He said.
I sighed.
We didn't talk the rest of the way.
AFTER SCHOOL
I walked out of my last class. I made my way to my locker.
Peter was putting his stuff in his locker next to me.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey, how are you doing?" He asked.
"Um, good. I'm kinda starving, but good." I said.
"Same." He said.
"You wanna go to pops? We can get something to eat." He said.
"Yeah."
"Cool." He said.
He shut his locker.
we got to pop's we found a table and sat down. We soon after ordered something to eat.
"So how's your aunt been doing?" I asked.
"She's good. She's been really happy since I brought you over." He said.
I bit my lip and smiled.
"Did she like me?" I asked.
"Yeah. And how could she not? You're really nice." He said.
"I'm not that nice," I said.
"We come from New York. You're really nice." He said.
I laughed.
"I really liked meeting her,"I said.
He nodded.
"How's your family doing?"He said.
"They're doing good," I said.
"Good."
"So Peter, why'd you move to Riverdale in the first place?" I asked.
"Well, my Aunt got a job offer right outside of Riverdale and this was the closest house that was in her budget. Plus she liked the area."
"Peter, I'm really glad you came to Riverdale."
I grabbed his hand.
"Me too," Peter said.
Our food came.
I heard the sweet ring of the door opening. Veronica walked in.
She smiled when she saw us and walked over.
"Hey, Betty," She said.
"Hi, Veronica," I said.
"Who's this?" She said, pointing to Peter.
"I'm Peter." He said.
"Veronica. Veronica Lodge." She said, shaking his hand.
She sat down beside me in the booth. I sighed.
"It's really nice to meet you," she said.
"It's nice to meet you too." He said.
Peter looked over at me. My face showing clear signs of anger.
"I'm one of Betty's friends."She said.
I sighed.
"that's, cool," Peter said.
She laughed.
"Wow, you're cute," Veronica said.
I looked over at her.
"Are you from New York? You seem to have that, charm." Veronica said.
I couldn't believe Veronica. I made a fist but Peter grabbed my hand. He started to softly rub the top of it.
I took a deep breath.
"Yeah, I'm from New York," Peter said.
"That's lovely! Well, I'm just here to get some food so I have to go. I hope to talk with you guys soon. Oh and Peter us New Yorkers have to stick together." Veronica said, winking at Peter.
She walked away. I sighed.
"She's unbelievable," I said.
"She said you guys were friends?" He said.
"Yeah, until she started kissing my boyfriend Jughead," I said.
"Oh."
"Betty, I'm sorry about that," Peter said.
"I'm okay now," I said.
"You are?"
I nodded.
"I'm better than okay," I said.
He smiled.
"Good," Peter said.
Our food came and we ate. I couldn't help but think about Veronica. She got Archie and Jughead. She could get any guy she wanted. I guess I was a just second choice. If Veronica really wanted Peter it would happen soon. I looked at the clock.
"I better start heading home," I said.
"Yeah, can I walk you home?"
"Sure," I said.
We started walking.
"So, you and Veronica have a lot in common I guess," I said.
"Like what?" He asked.
"You both moved from New York to Riverdale," I said.
"Yeah."
"She seemed to really like you," I said.
"I'm sure she acts like that around everyone, " Peter said.
"No, she was definitely flirting with you," I said.
He looked over at me.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I said.
He grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face him.
"Betty, I don't like Veronica. I really don't like Veronica."
"How? She's like perfect."
"Because she hurt you," Peter said.
"And I really don't like anyone who would ever hurt you, because I really like you, Peter said.
I nodded.
I pulled him into a hug.
"Thank you, Peter."
When we pulled out of the hug our faces were still close. Before I knew it his lips were on mine. I pressed my lips against his. I didn't care about anything at that moment except for Peter. His lips so softly touched mine.
I felt his hand in mine.
We pulled apart. He laughed quietly.
"I've gotta get you home," Peter said.
"Yeah," I said.
We walked home I held his hand in mine.
