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P is for Perfidious

Perfidious— tending to betray

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"Does your boyfriend make you feel as good as I do?" Archie asked, panting slightly.

The answer was no, but Jughead didn't have to say it. It was obvious from the way he was laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling tired, sweaty, out of breath, and out of sorts.

"We need to stop doing this," Jughead said, frowning as he ran his fingers through his jet black hair.

Archie smirked at him and chuckled slightly. "You say this every time, but then you come back for more."

"That's not my fault," Jughead objected. "If you wouldn't have made that stupid bet—"

"I was drunk a month ago and bet sex over a game of beer pong at a party. Nobody told you to get addicted and keep hooking up with me," Archie defended himself.

He made a dumb decision. It should've stopped at one, but it turned into several more.

"Sweet Pea is your best friend," Jughead groaned, slapping his hands over his face.

"And he's your boyfriend. What's your point?" Archie asked, chuckling even more. He found everything about the situation hilarious even though he knew Jughead didn't feel the same way.

"You don't feel guilty?"

"It's hard to answer that question because you're still naked and that clouds my judgement," the redhead answered cheekily, lifting an eyebrow.

Jughead scoffed at that, starting to feel self conscious, and sat up. "You're not helping me feel any better about this."

"That's my job?" Archie snorted. "You're an awful person for cheating on my best friend. You should feel guilty."

"You do realize I'm cheating on your best friend with you right?" He yelled, not seeing how Archie could just skip over that bit of information.

"Yeah but I'm usually a terrible person. You're not."

He had a point there. Archie knew he was doing the wrong thing, but he didn't really care. Jughead knew he was doing the wrong thing, but it was eating him alive. He hopped off the bed with a sigh and started looking for his clothes.

"Look, I know that I'm supposed to care about him and you blah blah blah, but you're just walking sex to me so whether you decide to end this or not doesn't really affect me in anyway," Archie added as he watched the man bend over and pick up his hoodie.

"Wow. That makes me feel so much better," Jughead said, rolling his eyes before tugging on the hoodie and searching for his boxers.

"Again sweetheart, I'm not here to make you feel better. I'm here to make you feel good," he emphasized, licking his lips when Jughead shot him an annoyed look.

"You're an asshole."

"But apparently I'm really good at sex," Archie said happily, as if those two things had any relation to each other.

"I regret sleeping with you," Jughead snapped as soon as he found the rest of his clothes and pulled those on as well.

That was a lie though. As much as he wanted to say he regretted it, he didn't.