Under pressure

23: Fucking school (Part 2)

*Lunch*

Betty's POV 

"So where do you guys eat usually?" Jug asks me and Ronnie. Josie and Polly catch up with us.

"Outside on the bleachers... Today we could so under the bleachers?" I ask, makikg them laugh.

"Sure," Jug says.

Cher and Jason run to us. "Hey. Under the bleachers?" Cher asks me.

"You know me, babe," I say.

We get out of the school. Two freshmen come to us. "Can I get your autograph?" one asks me.

"What? Seriously?" I ask.

"Yes, I love surfing," one says.

I sigh and take the pen and give her my autograph/signing. They smile and go away.

"Wow," Jug smirks. I take his hand back into mine and we go towards the bleachers. The others are already under there. I smile and we climb there as well.

"Hey," we say and they say the same thing.

We sit down. I sit on my skateboard.

"Hey babe," Ronnie says to Reggie and they kiss for a second.

Archie and Josie do the same and also Polly and Jordan. I see Sweets coming with Val.

"Hey, haven't seen you for a while," I say.

"Can I sit with you guys?" she chuckles.

"Yeah sure, you two seem like a thing," Cher smirks.

"Oh shut up," he says, making us laugh.

"So how is our star?" Fangs smirks at me.

"Horrible, I hate this life. The only good this is that people are actually supporting and we can get enough food for the Serpents and everyone," I say.

They smile. "You're doing great.. Also do you happen to have saved a few Burger King cards?" Jason asks me. I hit him with my foot. They laugh.

They all start talking about different things. I pull my shoes off and now sit down onto the grass and cross my legs. I touch the bracelet my brother gave me the night he died. I feel a tear dropping from my eye. I wonder what he would say or do if he would be here. I mean, he wouldn't go to school here, but...

"Hey," Jughead whispers and touches the back of my hand with his fingers. I look at him. He sighs. I look back at the bracelet and lean onto his body.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks.

"Just.. Him. What he'd do right now."

"What would he do?" he asks.

I shrug, "Right now I'm trying to figure out what he'd look like."

"What color eyes he had?" he asks quietly. I look at him and climb onto his lap. I cross my legs again and put my head onto his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my cheek.

Our noses are touching, cause his head is turned to mine on his shoulder. "Blue," I say, "Everyone has blue in my family. I have green."

He smiles, "Can I tell you a secret?" he asks. I smirk and nod, knowing he's just being sweet. "I like green more," he whispers and kisses my nose.

I feel this pain in my chest. Like my heart would've just flipped. He's acting so sweet around me and it makes me sick from love.

"I like blue. It's like water," I say quietly.