Just My Type (Fp Jones x Oc)

10.

I awoke the next morning in Jones' bed, wrapped in covers. I was completely alone in the room, so I got up and stripped down to nothing so I could shower. As I was undressing, Jughead walked in to check on me. "Hey Pandora, Dad's—oh shit!! Shit I'm so—" He panicked, while I stayed calm. "Relax, Juggie. I can't be the first naked girl you've seen~" I teased as I threw a pillow at him. He left as quickly as he could, blushing madly, and I just shook my head with an amused grin. After a minute, I got into the shower and washed myself off. I mean, after being in that damned hospital, I was obviously dirty, and smelled like the place.

Once I was done showering, I replaced the bandages that I needed to wear, but I thought that they made me look somewhat cooler. I dressed myself in just my underwear as I lacked clean clothes to wear on top, then walked out into the small living room, only to be hit with a whiff of eggs and vanilla extract.

"Whoa...wait...someone made breakfast?" I asked, surprised.
"Damn right I did. Figured you'd be hungry." Jones said, eyeing my body. Now, usually I don't eat breakfast, because honestly, no one I know can actually cook. But damn, this smelled absolutely delicious.
"Hm...I guess I'll eat." I say, shrugging, and I sat at the table and began eating. "Holy shit, Jones, this is fucking delicious!" I exclaim, taken aback by the amazing taste.
"Yeah? I'm sure Pop's is better."
"Not a chance. I don't eat breakfast but hell, if you make it for me, I sure will." He chuckles at my words as he washed his hands and sat down.
"So, Dora, what's your plan for today?" Jones asks, and I grin at him.
"I'm going to rebuild my reputation. I can't have all you South Siders thinking I'm weak, now can I?" "You're sure you're up for that?"
"Aw, don't be getting jealous now, I know the boys love me but I'm all yours~" I say with a wink, and then begin laughing. "But yes, I have a reputation to uphold." I continue, taking a bite out of the toast that sat on my plate. "Can't have these quote unquote men taking advantage of my situation, hm?"

Jones barely nodded in agreement. He seemed to be caught up in his own jealousy, knowing that I'd flirt my way back to the top; or, if I felt like it, stomp on each and every one of Jones' men.

I think he wanted it to be him.

After breakfast, I went and looked through FP's closet, raiding a plaid green button up and a belt, making a dress out of the available clothes. It was big enough that pants weren't too concerning for me. I left my cleavage a bit open; I like to think myself to be similar to Natasha Romanoff, luring men in and stabbing them in the back, and what better way to invite prey than to show them a little bit of paradise? I then threw a South Side Serpents jacket on, accompanied with crimson red Timberlands, and walked back out.

I felt like Athena, a confident warrior goddess. I looked like a badass, with my assertive strut, my dominant outfit, and my bloody body.

They say God is a woman for a damn reason, ladies.

Am I updating this about two years after I posted the last part? Perhaps.
Do I really care for Riverdale anymore? Not really.
Am I doing this because people really seem to like it and I'm a people pleaser? Yeah basically.
Anyways, sorry for the majorly delayed update, do forgive me. Uh, enjoy!