Blind Love

Jerk and Brat

"I have a gun," Veronica informed, pulling out the gun she stole in the midst of chaos. "When someone comes, we can shoot and try to escape."

"What happened to your dress?"

Veronica looked down and bit her lip. Her expensive dress was ripped at the bottom in huge strips. She shrugged it off.

"Can you move?"

The question was answered with numerous tries and cries of pain. Finally, Veronica successfully helped Jughead to his feet. Jughead did not feel good. The world was spinning and he just wanted to collapse. He stumbled and stumbled until Veronica slung his arm around her shoulders to steady him.

"Shall we try baby steps?" she carefully put her hands on his waist to prevent him from falling forward.

One...
Two....
Three...

Jughead almost fell face flat on the dirty floor.

"Whoa, I got you," Veronica held tightly to him. "Ok, let's take a rest, you ain't going anywhere like that."

With that, Jughead despondently lay back on the floor, staring at the ceiling in despair.

"What about you leave first?" Jughead suggested. "You get out first and get the Serpents to come back for me."

"There's no way in hell I'm leaving you behind, Jones," Veronica snapped. "You can't even stand."

"You need professional medical attention, fast," she continued. "The quicker we get out of here together, the quicker you'll be fine."

Jughead stayed silent. He'd had his fair share of knife fights, and this knife had lodged itself deep in his abdomen. He hoped it hadn't pierced through any major organs. The boy in pain touched his wound softly, surprised to find fabric tied tightly around it. Then it hit him. Veronica had ripped her dress for his wounds.

Wow. Maybe she wasn't as spoilt and selfish as he thought she was. But then again, this was life or death, so she probably did it so that she wouldn't have to go through this alone.

"Has anyone come in?" Jughead asked curiously, playing with the loose ends of Veronica's dress-turned-bandaid on his waist.

"Not yet. We've been here for like six hours minimum. When I woke up it was 1, hopefully pm, and now it's 7," Veronica motioned to her watch.

"Who do you think they are? It's possible it's the Ghoulies, because who else would want to kidnap the children of the most powerful forces of Riverdale?" Jughead scowled.

"It's not the Ghoulies, unless they went rogue," she shook her head. "The Ghoulies work for my dad, I don't think my dad would kidnap me."

"At this point, it's hard to tell," he murmured under his breath.

Unfortunately, sharp eared Veronica shot him an icy glare. Her defense mechanism made her extremely offended by Jughead's accusations. However, deep down, she knew he was right to some extent. Who knows what her daddy would do.

"Who else would it be?" Jughead prompted.

Silence.

"Veronica?"

No response.

"This isn't the time to be immature, princess!"

The Ice Queen's eyes stayed glued on the frustrated boy in a hostile manner, and still she made no sound.

Jughead groaned. Out of all the people he could be stuck with, it was Veronica Lodge who he had to face in this dark cell. He already missed his girlfriend, Betty Cooper's calmness and annalytical approach in situations like this.

He started fake coughing to try to get her attention. It didn't work. His plan even backfired when his coughs triggered pain to flare up in his stomach.

"Crap!" he moaned as he gasped for air.

"Jones!" The ice melted into worry as she scrambled over to him and checked his wounds. "Don't move, you're gonna hurt yourself!"

The groaning slowly turned into laughing as Jughead saw how anxious Veronica was. Veronica scowled in realisation. She yanked Jughead's beanie off his head and threw it across the cell, as it was the only thing she could do that would annoy him without inflicting pain on him.

"Jerk!" she leered, crossing her arms.

"Brat!" he glared at her as he slowly crawled over to retrieve his beanie.

The door nearly crushed Jughead if he were any nearer. It had opened unexpectedly and Jughead covered his eyes at the sudden stream of light into the room.

A masked man shoved four containers of food towards them before promptly slamming the door.

Veronica wrinkled her nose at the sight. Two containers of water and two containers of disgusting who knows what.

"Can you at least give us better room service?" she demanded on the other side of the door.

"Lodge, we aren't at a hotel, we're kidnapped," Jughead exclaimed in disbelief.

"Of course this isn't a hotel, I don't see a spa anywhere!"

"The only thing close to a spa here are the spasms I'm having from your spoilt antics," Jughead rolled his eyes at her and started eating the food.