I'm yours

Chapter 4

"You seem to really love him." she smiles.

"I do." Veronica replies. Suddely Betty finds herself wanting something like that. But not with anyone, obviously. The one and only guy who doesn't want to leave her thoughts. Jughead.

For the past few days, Betty tried to avoid Jughead as much as she could. She didn't want to feel what she was feeling for such a person, so avoiding him was, in her opinion, the best idea. It worked for a while. She wasn't thinking about him as much as she used to do when he was arround. But when the first week ended, the want and need to be near him became even stronger than before. She tried to not think about him but it's like if she was missing him. She couldn't help it. It was stronger than her.

Every time she'd see him, she would force herself to leave the place. Everytime he would come at her to talk to her, she would leave before he can reach her. She was trying her best to not be around him.

Until this day. She doesn't have any class, she she decides to go at this lovely coffee she saw a few days ago. She comes in and settles at a table next to the windows, waiting for a water to come. When he does, she orders a cappuccino. When the water leaves, she looks through the window. She loves the place in here. It's not very basy which makes the place more beautiful. She can see two trees on the edge of the curb. There is a row of houses in front of it. She loves cities like this, it reminds her that despite the bad moments, there are still beautiful things in the world.

She hears someone coming in the coffee but doesn't pay attention. The water comes back with her cappuccino and just before her lips touch the cup, she sees someone sitting on the opposite chair of her table, which stops her in her action. It's Jughead.

"We have to talk." He says says quickly, sitting on the chair. She puts slowly her cup down on the table, looking into his eyes.

"About what?" She asks, frowning in confusion.

"About what happened." The answer seeming evident to him. She knows exactly what he is talking about but she doesn't want to talk about it. She didn't try to avoid him for days to, at the end, talking to him about their kiss.

"I don't really wanna talk about it." Her voice is soft, as if she didn't want to hurt him. He raises his eyebrows and says:

"So what happened didn't mean anything?" He asks, kind of desapointed.

"Jughead" she sighs "it was a game. We had to go inside this closet. And we were supposed to kiss." She tried more to reassure herself than explan the situation. She doesn't want to think about the fact that she actually wanted this. She wanted this to happen.

He squint before he says "You're lying." he says, his forearm resting the the table.

"I'm not-" She quickly answers back.

"Yes, you are." He cuts her "Listen. Things like that are not really my scene but I felt something. And it wasn't only physically. And I know you felt it too." She hates the fact that he is right. She hates him, but she hates herself even more, feeling whatever she is feeling when she is around him.

She doesn't say anything for a while, she just stares at him. "Please?" He insistes, as if he needed to talk to her about that, as if he needed her to know how he feels, as if he actually liked her.

"Okey..." she sighs, moving her body slightly forward, her forearms lying on the table and her fingers intertwining. "Tell me, then."

"Can we go somewhere more..." he looks around. "private?" She looks around herself and sighs.

"Okay." She almost whispers. She waves to a water so he gives her the bill. When she paid, they head out, silent.

They walk on the street, this unconfortable silence still following them. Betty didn't want to start talking. He was the one to come at her after all. But the silence made her thoughts wandering to their moment in the closet at the party. This moment. This moment always comes back. She tries as much as she can to forget about it but can't bring herself to forget this moment. Suddenly Jughead speaks.