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Jughead Jones x reader [1]

"Stop it."

Flick.

"Don't-"

Flick.

"STOP!" Jughead growled, smacking my hand away with the butt of his pencil, earning himself a glare from as he re-adjusted his crown beanie that had slid down further over his dark locks.

"You know, I wouldn't have agreed to this if I'd known you were going to be such a buzzkill," I grumbled irritably, pushing a strand of brown hair over my shoulder.

"Betty was sick, remember? You were my last choice, believe me," he pointed out, muttering the last part under his breath, though I heard it anyway.

"Gee, you know just how to make a girl feel special, Jug," I shot back, rolling my eyes.

He said nothing in response to that, blue-green gaze drifting back down to the letters spread out across the floor of the trailer. We'd been trying to figure out just who this "Black Hood" guy could be for the past couple of hours and if I was being honest, it was all giving me one massive headache. I picked myself up off the floor then and headed over to the fridge to snag a juice box, kicking the door back closed with a scuffed Converse-clad foot.

But I wasn't expecting the hard chest I slammed into as I turned around. The small box in my hand squished in the middle at the contact and bright orange liquid spurted out of it...all over Jughead's signature S tee he was wearing. And if I thought he was hard to get along with be fore? Let's just say I made that ten times worse. The serious expression he always wore melted into that of a deep scowl and I shot him a sheepish smile.

"Um...you got a little-" I broke off, waving a hand to gesture at the stick orange substance he was now covered in from beanie-to-toe.

"Seriously?!" he snapped, yanking the now-soaked gray beanie off his head and flinging it down onto the kitchen counter beside me, "That's all you have to say?!"

My eyes locked on his own, narrowing at the obvious accusation in his words as I let my hands rest on my hips in defiance.

"Fine," I snapped, eyes raking over his orange-drenched figure before smirking, "Orange isn't your color,"

I could practically see the steam coming out of his ears as he let out an audible growl. In a split second, he'd snatched the crumpled juice box from my hand and proceeded to squeeze out the remaining contents onto my head. I let out a squeal of surprise, jerking away from him and the raining droplets of juice.

"JONES!" I bellowed in a fit of rage as I pushed the wet strands of hair sticking to my face out of my eyes.

Jughead was laughing loudly by now, almost in hysterics at my anger.

"Sur-surprised?" he asked between chuckles.

I scoffed quietly, nodding to myself as an idea formed in my head - a wonderful, terrible idea, "Okay. I see how it is. Alright, well, let's see how you like being surprised!"

Before he had the chance to react, laughter still lingering on his lips, I bridged the distance and crashed my mouth into his. It surprised me, I admit, that his lips were so soft but I think he was the most surprised in this situation - or rather, startled. Jughead tensed under my touch, stiff as a board as I continued to press my lips to his for a few more seconds before pulling away.

I brushed the back of my hand across my mouth breathlessly. Jughead stood stock-still though, eyes wide in shock.

"You know what? I kind of enjoyed myself today. We'll have to do this again sometime, study buddy." I tossed over my shoulder, patting him on the arm once before sashaying out of the trailer, leaving behind a shocked and very confused Jughead in my wake.