(Some dirty talk)
Summary or whatever you call it:ever since kindergarten Betty had been popular but that all changed when 9th grade hit them last year, Betty and Jughead switched places, Jughead now popular and Betty an outsider.
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Betty groaned as she picked out an outfit.
Why do I have to go to this stupid party?
I barely have A friend and generally a life so why did Cheryl invite me?
Oh yeah, we're cousins
She got ready and left the house at her planned time.
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She opened the door and the strong odor of alcohol filled the room. She took in a big sigh and walked in the house full of drunk teenagers.
"Betty, baby!" She cringed at the drunk Archie.
"Don't call me Baby." She stomped away.
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Betty tucked herself into a corner with a bottle of water and watched the party when Jughead and his pals burst through the door with more drinks. Jughead and her locked eyes. When ever this happened she felt fuzzy. Yes he was gorgeous but dangerous, bad news, but she liked him, she wanted him to like her the same way she did him.
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"Hey there, blondie." Chuck Clayton smirked as he leaned against the wall.
"Please leave." She groaned. Chuck just leaned in closer. "Go." She said sternly, feeling a gaze drill through her she turned her gaze to where the eyes were, Jughead watching over her like a guardian angel.
"Why don't we go-,"
"She said leave." Jughead crosses his arms. Chuck scoffed.
"Just because you took my spot doesn't mean I can't have fun." Jughead rolled his eyes.
"Just leave her alone." The brunette boy commanded. Chuck rose his arms in surrender as he Trudged back to his spot and with a blink Jughead was back with his friends.
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"Since some don't want to make out in a closet we have come up with two games, secrets and sins and 7 minuets in heaven, those who want to play SS go in the living room and those who want to play 7MIH come with me." The redhead sauntered off with the whole party behind her. Betty sat down cross legged in the living room. After she saw no one was coming she sighed and leaned into the couch.
"Need a buddy?" She heard from across the living room. Sighing she nodded and sat up to see who it was, Jughead, he sat across from her. "Ok, blondie," he smiled at her, "tell me a secret." Betty searched her brain for an answer.
"When I was little I would make out with my wall so that my crush wouldn't regret kissing me." She let out a small giggle, "Now I'm in 10th grade and I still haven't been kissed." She took a swig of her water. Jughead didn't laugh, all he did was stare into her. "Hit me with one Jones." He didn't say anything, "Or maybe you don't wanna share anything with me." Jughead's eyes narrowed before he crawled up to her.
"Oh, Betty." He whispered as he pinned her against the couch. "I'd share anything with you." He smirked and brought his lips to her ear. "Every single part of me." He whispered putting dramatic pauses between his words, it sent tingles down her spine, "Do you know how long I've waited to kiss you?" He asked while he leaned his lips closer to hers.
"N- no." She shook her head hesitant.
"Since 5th grade." With that said their lips met. She felt a pain in her heart as she thought,
The only way he's this good is if he kissed other girls.
They pulled away for a split second, "I know you're thinking about my quote on quote experience." He breathed, "this is my first kiss aswell." His lips lunged towards hers, connecting again. "I hope this isn't the last one we enjoy together." He smirked as he kissed her again.
That was the start of something crazy.
