" Then what are you waiting for? You're a Serpent now, aren't you? Take what you want. Take this moment to make it something more."
//OR//
In which, a young girl is tired of being pushed around by her family, so she grows up.
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Chapter Twelve: Lies
"Love is many things, none of them logical." -William Goldman
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After a rough night of running after Jughead, I was up at 5 AM on a Saturday to go to work at Pop's.
I walk in and see Maeve and Jughead sitting at a table. A table in my section, unfortunately.
"What can I get you guys?" I ask and take out my notepad whilst tying my hair up into a ponytail at the same time.
"Chocolate shake and fries for me, as usual." Maeve beams up at me and I smile as I write it down.
"Nothing for me, thanks." Jughead says coldly, not looking up from his stupid laptop, where he was undoubtedly writing about my brother.
"Fine." I sigh and go turn the order in.
When it comes up and I take it to the table, I decide its a good time to talk to Jughead about his dad.
"You know, he really is trying Jughead. You're not giving him a fair shot." I say to him and he finally tears his stare from his computer screen to glare at me coldly.
"Trust me Cheri, I know him better than you."
"I don't think you do anymore. FP isn't the same person he used to be." I shake my head.
"How the hell would you know what he used to be like? The first time you met him, you were eight years old." He fires and I scoff.
"Do not go there, Jug." I glare at him.
"Whatever." He scoffs and goes back to his writing.
"Your pathetic, Jughead. You only get one dad. And at least yours is a decent human and actually trying to be good for you. Not everyone gets that." I shake my head and walk off to deliver the next round of milkshakes.
"He's still married, you know?" I hear him say from behind me, making me stop dead in my tracks and turn to face him.
"What?" I ask.
"Juggie, don't." Maeve grabs his arm, but he stands up and faces me anyways.
"He and my mom are still married. But judging by the look on your face, I guess the wonderful FP forgot to mention that tiny detail?" He crosses his arms over his chest.
"You're lying. You'd say anything to get me away from him." I shake my head, not wanting to believe him.
"Ask him yourself." He shrugs.
I put my tray down on the counter slowly before running out of Pop's and to the trailer park.
I keep running until my feet hit the concrete steps that lead up to FP's and I grab the key from underneath the rock by the door, letting myself in.
