I'm yours

Chapter 3

The party is almost over. Which means that it's time for Cheryl's usual game. When she calls everyone, Betty doesn't understand anything. She frowns, still following them though. Veronica, who is just next to her, sees her incomprehension.

"Cheryl always ends her parties with the game of the bottle. That's usually the part that most of people are looking forward." She tells her, looking forward. They settle on the couch, already full of people.

When everyone is settled, Cheryl starts. "So. Do you all remember the rules?" She asks, looking at everyone. Some people nod, others say yes and Veronica says "We have a new one. She doesn't know the rules so it would be great that you explain." She doesn't say it in a rude way.

"Alright." She sighs, a bit of an annoyed ton. "So, that's easy. I first choose someone. Then, I spin the bottle, when the finish of the bottle points at someone, this person will have to go in the closet just right there..." She turns around and points out a door with her index finger. "...with the person I chose at the beginning. Those two will have ten minutes to make out, otherwise they'll have to drink. And that's it." She says simply. Betty just nods. She hopes she won't be chosen. She's not really into making out with anyone right now and she doesn't want to get drunk.

The game starts. She first chooses someone named Archie. And the bottle chooses someone named Emily. The entire game she notices Jughead staring at her, when suddenly, Cheryl says her name. She is the chosen one. Great, she didn't want the bottle to choose her? Well it didn't, Cheryl was here to do it. Cheryl spins the bottle. It starts slowing down near Jughead. She wishes so bad that he won't be the chosen one. The bottle finally stops and, yes, he is the chosen one. "Shit" she murmurs to herself. Jughead has this smirk in his face, the one that doesn't want to desepeare when she is around.

Cheryl seems surprised, or maybe desapointed? She clearly didn't want him to be chosen, anyways. "We can spin the bottle again." She immediately says.

"No." Jughead replies. "The rules are the rules." They both head to the closet. Betty starts the anxiety rising. Her heart is panting, she tries to calm herself down. It's nothing it's just a kiss, it's not like if we were going to sleep together she tries to reassure herself. She finally calms down. They reach the door, people watching them just behind. When he opens it, he let's her in first, then he follows.

The closet is tiny. There is barely space for both of them. There is nothing inside, though, so Betty figures that this closet is used only for this game.

When Jughead closes the door, they're completely against each other, her hands on his torso. She feels unconfortable. She doesn't want to look at him. She feels his eyes on her, though. When she looks up, she sees him looking at her with what seems like a lust look. She didn't know what to do so she she just asks:

"What?" With a little voice, that Jughead smiles at a little.

"What if..." He starts "...I wanted to kiss you right now?" He asks, a seductive way. She swallows and just look at him. He suddenly wraps his arms around her waist. She doesn't notice it. She is too basy staring at his eyes. His baby blue eyes that she can't stop staring at or think8ng about. She suddenly goes back to reality when she feels his arms pressing a bit tighter around her waist.

"What are you doing?" she finally asks, looking at his arms and then, back to his face.

"I don't know, you to tell me." His gaze suddenly dropping to her mouth. Betty notices it.

There is a sudden loud knock at the door and they turn their head to face the door. "Five minutes left." They hear Cheryl sceam. When they look back at each other, Jughead is still looking at her with this look. Betty doesn't say anything, doesn't make any move, doesn't even think because two seconds later, her lips crash on his. He exhales and returns the kiss. At the beginning their lips are just touching, but soon enough, Betty feels Jughead's lips opening a little, she does the same, the kiss deepening. Her arms wrap around his neck to bring him closer and Jughead tighten his hold. Betty has never felt anything quite like this before. She feels a heat growing inside her, she shivers a little.