Alphabet ≫ Jarchie

D is for Diatribe

Diatribe— thunderous verbal attack

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"You're an edgy scene kid with a god complex," Archie spit.

"At least I don't look like the Raggedy Ann doll that my sister used to play with. No one takes you seriously because you look like fucking Strawberry Shortcake!" Jughead spit back.

"Are you really talking? You look like the emo who from Whoville."

"Why the hell do you know that there's an emo who?" Jughead asked, clearly amused.

"Why do you not know?" Archie huffed. He knew that was an awful comeback.

"Get out of my way Andrews," Jughead said with a roll of his eyes and shoved passed him roughly like he always did.

Jughead: One — Archie: Zero

***

"Every time you open your mouth I get the urge to vomit," Archie snapped.

"The feeling's mutual," Jughead growled, glaring as if he were staring into the eyes of the devil. In some ways, Jughead thought he was.

"Then maybe if you stopped purposely pissing me off, we wouldn't have to argue all the time!"

The fiery redhead had a point, but Jughead thought that there was just something oh so satisfying about getting the boy all riled up.

"Where's the fun in that?" Jughead asked with a smirk.

"I'm starting to get the feeling that you like this stupid game that we play," Archie suggested, raising an eyebrow.

"Get out of my way, Andrews," Jughead concluded, pushing passed the boy as always.

Jughead: One — Archie: One

***

"That was way over the line!" Archie fumed. His hair was practically ignited, those wavy strands curling into unruly wisps of fire, and fumes were practically shooting out of his ears.

Jughead had to admit that the boy put a whole new meaning to the word hot. He really did it this time.

"Stop being sensitive," he shrugged. He couldn't let Archie know how intimidated he actually felt. In fact, he didn't think this encounter would end without violence and he was fully aware that the redhead could easily beat him into a pulp. It was why he had been casually avoiding him all day. Now it was after school and the angry, scarlet mess was stood in front of his locker, waiting for him.

There were no witnesses around and Jughead fully accepted that this was where it ended, this was where he was going to die.

"Stop being sensitive?" He repeated incredulously. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He roughly shoved the raven haired boy into the locker.

There it was, the start of the end of Jughead's very short life.

"What are you going to do about it?" Jughead asked with the same cockiness and nonchalance as usual. Internally, he was trying to keep himself together. Archie was close, too close. His face was only a couple of inches away and Jughead knew that Archie must have been able to feel how fast his heart was beating in his chest. He didn't know if that was fear or something else.

It felt like something else.

"I hate you so much. You walk around like you're all big and tough when you're really just a little bitch," Archie sneered.