cherry bomb ➢ riverdale

✩ bruises ✩

𝓙𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼

A loner boy sat in a diner, alone in his favorite booth, waiting. He didn't know what was waiting for but he knew it would come, though he didn't know when. He sat there; laptop in hand, coffee at his side and stoic in the face. Forsythe "Jughead" Pendelton Jones III is his name, brooding stoically and logically. He looked down at the bright screen of his laptop which casted a ghostly angelic blue light on his dark cold face. His eyes showed a tired, foreboding look covered by a blank facade. Jughead Jones, was what everyone in his school considered a weirdo, a serial fanboy freak but most of all he was called the loner who was born on the wrong side of the tracks. Jughead never really hung out with anyone anymore, now that he joined the infamous gang called the South Side Serpents. His father led the South Side Serpents and now he had finally given in to his father and joined the biker gang that was notorious for drug dealing and theft. Instead of residing at the Whyte Wyrm with the rest of the gang; he still preferred Pop's Diner over anything. Jughead moved a strand of his raven hair from his cream colored forehead. He rarely looked up from his laptop; not even to address the waiter who brings him around the clock meals but this time, Jughead looked up to see the few people still in the diner. An elderly couple in the corner of the room sipping from small teacups, a few middle aged couples speckled the diner stools and booths but in the far side of the cafe; sitting alone, was a brunette girl. Jughead cocked an eyebrow he wasn't used to seeing teenagers in the diner, especially at this time of night. He looked down to check the time in the corner of his laptop, 11:28 PM, he glanced back up at the girl to see her gaze curiously over her shoulder at him. At that moment, Jughead saw that it was Viktoryia, the daughter of a woman who's in the South Side Serpents. Her brown locks; unevenly curling and waving around her face, flowing down the back of her neck ending just below her shoulders, her paled turquoise eyes gleaming in the dim yellow lights of the diner and her ivory skin so easily tinted by the bright neon lights of the outside that shown through the window. She whipped her head around hard, looking away from the stoic character of Jughead who flashed a cheeky grin before getting up, closing his laptop, picking it and his coffee up before heading over to her booth. He set his cup and laptop down, plopping down in the seat opposite from her. She looked across at him; he gave her a half smirk, she returned it by standing and leaning over. She pulled the shoulder of his leather jacket down to reveal his tattoo that served as a brand from the South Side Serpents, she shot him a sarcastic look before sitting back down.

"So, you finally joined, hm?" She said before looking at his beaten face. "Wow, they roughed you up pretty bad, Jug."

She said; holding his cheek, running her thumb over the small gash over his cheekbone from the incision to get into the South Side Serpents. He smiled coyly for a moment before returning to his playful smirk.

"Yep, and I'm doing just fine so don't go all mother on me. Speaking of which, how is your mom?"

He chuckled as she flashed him a sarcastic glare; her glare soon broke, bringing a smile to her face. Jughead snickered before taking a sip of his coffee, Viktoryia peeked over at him from over her laptop. Jughead quickly spotted her big aqua eyes peering over her laptop before she could look away, he snickered again and rested his elbows on the table.

"Why are you looking at me, Vik? Do you have something to tell me?"

He wondered aloud flashing her a sly smirk; she slowly gazesd up at him, eyes filled with shaky admiration. Jughead had only known Viktoryia for two years or so. Jughead was no stupid boy but he was is quite ignorant in the matter of affection, admiration and fondness. Love was never Jughead's strong suit but he knew something was up with his old friend and the raven haired serpent was determined. Meanwhile, Viktoryia still admired the details of Jughead's face; his obsidian mane coiled down on the left side of his cheek while the ridiculous gray crown beanie kept the rest of his wild hair at bay, his cheekbones battered and discolored from initiation but still perfectly shaped, a beautiful set of jawbones that cascaded down to a cute chin with one birthmark off to the side, his few freckles perfectly placed on his olive skin, his cobalt blue eyes which were perfectly shaped stared into hers, his lips were perfectly shaped and flawlessly colored. Jughead cocked his head as his smirk fell a bit; he stood up, reaching over and touching her face, is eyes pierced hers like a predators' would to its prey.