You Don't Know Me Til You Know Me.

Stop knocking on my window.

The pitter patter of Archie Andrews knock on my bedroom window was consistent enough to give me a headache.

"Archie, I swear to god I will push you off that ladder if you continue to knock", I yelled.

I put a pillow over my face and ears and tried yet again, to sleep.

"Betts! Betts! Please let me in, I just want to talk", he pleaded.

"That's it", I replied. I got up and opened the window and splashed an entire cup of hot tea on him.

"Fuck, that's hot! What the fuck! Ahhhhh shit", he yelled. As he made his way down the ladder hitting his head on the ground.

"I warned you", I said as I slammed the window shut. Finally I could get some sleep.

But then I couldn't. That beautiful
Raven Haired boy was on my mind. And Archie Andrews would do as a distraction.

"Archie, Why don't you come back up here baby?" I said. In a sweet luring tone.

"You sure Betts?" He said as his eyes lit up. He immediately put the ladder back in its place and started to climb.

My stomach got tight. Even tighter as I heard his footsteps grow closer. What is this feeling? Betrayal. That's it. But I have nobody to betray. So I suck it up. Take a swig of the mini Hennessy bottle I had in my pocket and greeted him at the window with a kiss.

Pulled him through as I took off his shirt stumbling to the bed. One whiff of his cheap cologne and I felt sick.

"Fuck", I said.
"I think I'm gonna be sick", I ran to the bathroom and gagged.
"Fuck fuck fuck", I said wiping my mouth and grabbing my toothbrush to brush his taste out of my mouth.

"Betts, you ok", he said with slight taps on my bathroom door.

I didn't respond. Instead I finished brushing my teeth and walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but my baby pink bathrobe.
Let's try this again.
I walked out and there he was all up and exposed on my bed.
Gross.

He walked up and started kissing me, I felt nothing. Not a single thing. And I've slept with Archie before, his boy next door self has always secretly been in love with me but, this time was different. This time it felt wrong.

"Leave", I yelled.

"What?" He replied an entranced look on his face.

"I said you need to climb your ass out that damn window right now Archibald", I said in a soul cutting tone.

"But wait Betts, I, Betts, Please", He pleaded trying to regain hold of the situation kissing my neck.

"Fucking Archie- I swear. Archie fucking Stop", And with that I took my right hand and punched him straight in the face.

"Fuck, fine I'll go. When did you become such a bitch", he retorted.

"Always have and always will be Andrews. Now why don't you go sing Veronica one of those twisted love songs you made for that pedophile teacher if yours", I said back. Meaning every cold word.

"Fuck you Betty", he replied. He was angry, very angry but him against Betty Cooper. He knew not to test his strength against her. Especially when she was upset.

Furious. That's the word- I was furious. My blood was boiling. I took my bedside candle- lit and all. Pressed my lips together and blew it out. I then proceeded to let all of the hot wax spill onto his bare body. I slammed the window shut and went to bed. I needed some rest. Desperately.  But not before drinking the last of the Hennessy. I needed to forget everything.