Jealousy

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     Not only was Y/N in deep shit now, but Archies ass was on the line as well too, and at any moment the poor boy was going to walk right into a trap. She wanted to warn him, she wanted to tell him to avoid Jugheads trailer so he wouldn't get mad, but Jughead had taken the phone and made her sit in the kitchen where he could see her. He was pissed, and honestly she didn't blame him one bit. She was planning something incredibly stupid, and there was a huge chance that this plan would get her killed, and he would have no idea that he could have stopped it. 

     "Are you okay?" Y/N asked, her grip on her coffee cup tightening as she realized that she might have just asked the dumbest question imaginable at that time. Jugheads face twisted into an angry mix of confusion and disbelief, and he leaned back on the counter behind him, glaring pins and needles at her.

     "Am I okay? Are you for real asking me that right now?" he seethed, and she shrunk under his fiery gaze, his tone making her slightly scared. 

     "I-uh, I just meant..." she trailed off, her gaze going from her raven haired boyfriend down to the coffee in her cup. She watched as the brown liquid sloshed around in the mug, a result of her shaking hands as she waited for the talking to she was sure to receive at any moment. 

     "You just meant what?" he snapped, and she slowly shook her head, now afraid to say anything else. "What, nothing to say?" he yelled, and again she gave no verbal answer. "Come on Y/N, it seems like we have a ton to talk about. Should we start with the phone you were hiding from me, maybe? Or how about the secret communication with Archie, someone who I told you not to talk to! Or, if we reeaally  want to get into it, we can talk about your stupid mission that you were planning on going through with without telling me." he yelled, and Y/N just stood by the coffee maker, her eyes trained to the ground and her mouth sealed shut. 

     Jughead saw how timid she looked, and a slight feeling of guilt built up in his stomach. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her, make her feel like she couldn't speak to him, but he was angry, and rightfully so. Even though his frustration was valid, he decided he needed to cool it down maybe, take her off the edge a little bit. She would never want him on her side if she felt like she couldn't talk to him, or trust him. He took a deep breath, his eyes closing as he rubbed his temples, trying to calm the raging adrenaline and anger coursing through him. 

     "I don't mean to be mean to you, okay? I really don't. That's the last thing I want to do, and I hope you know that. I am just frustrated, the only thing I ask of you is to be honest with me, let me help you, and especially of lately, it feels like you've been doing the exact opposite, and it hurts my feelings. I've been on your ass about a lot of stuff, I get it, and I'm sorry, but that's just the only way I know how to protect you. I can't protect you if you're roaming the streets on your own, but I can protect you if you're in my trailer." he started to explain, and Y/N sighed, her gaze finally meeting his. 

     "I'm not trying to not let you help me, okay, it's just that I can't do anything to help myself being cooped up in this place. I have to leave, I have to get out at some point, I can't hide for the rest of my life." she pointed out, and Jughead let out a frustrated sigh. 

     "You never said anything to me. I would have been happy to take you to Pops, or for a walk, or for any of that, but all you ever do is sit around, moping in the living room, internally resenting me for just trying to make sure I don't lose my girlfriend." he argued, and Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes. 

     "I've tried to bring it up a few times but you always shoot me down! All I wanted to do was to sit on the front steps of your trailer for five minutes, five minutes! And the second I brought it up, you told me I couldn't, and that I had to stay inside." she retorted, placing the coffee cup on the counter behind her. She was getting angry, and she was worried if she gripped it any tighter, it would crack.