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- it was a really really late night
- you were home alone finishing up last minute homework
- jughead was planning to come over for a movie night around seven
- it was eight and there was still no sign of him
- eventually it started to get later
- you sighed in disappointment getting ready to turn off the the before hearing pounding on the door
- you stood up looking through the peep hole to see the back of his gray crown beanie
- you unlocked the door smiling warmly at him
"hi."
- you weren't mad, you understood that he was going through a rough time with fp being in prison and his novel
- you were just glad to see him
- his eyes narrowed at you
"we need to talk."
- he walked past you, you felt his denim brush roughly against your arm
- the atmosphere dropped to a cool, cold vibe
- you hated it
- you followed jughead into the living room
- he paced in front of the tv, you noticed it was already turned off
- you looked at him crossing your arms
"is everything okay....?"
- he removed his arms from his face and placed them on his hips
"you deleted it, didn't you."
- you raised an eyebrow confused
"deleted what?"
- he glared
"on the flash drive, you deleted the footage of jason being shot in the head by clifford."
- your eyes widened
"why the hell would i do that?"
- he scoffed mimicking your position
"you're unbelievable y/n/n."
- your eyes hardened
"jughead i would never delete the footage."
- he rolled his eyes
"really? you were the last one to have the hard drive, once betty got it and plugged it in it didn't work. so, what could be the explainstion?"
- you eyes softened
- he didn't believe you
"there's other plausiable explanations jug, clifford could've screwed with the drive before leaving it in his coat pocket."
- jughead didn't budge, he stepped closer to you, his face inches away from yours
"are you fucking insane? that could've been the only evidence that could get my father out of prison! you don't think of anyone but yourself y/n, it's sickening. you don't understand how important that drive was to me, to cheryl, to everyone!"
- you ran your hand through your hair dismayed at what he was accusing you of
"...i can't believe you."
- his nostrils flared
"you can't believe me? listen to yourself talking! you sound like a fucking idiot!"
- you but your lip, your heart started to crack, was he serious?
"i really thought that i could trust you, you know that?"
- you gripped the inside of your pajama pants pockets
- he didn't trust you
- your stomach started to twist and tears started to brim your eyes
"oh you think crying is going to make me pity you? pity you for the mistake you made? grow up y/n."
- you redirected your eyes to his stone cold expression
- his chest heaved in and out with anger
- you opened your mouth but nothing came out
- you heard it before it even hit you
- jughead's pale, boney hand slammed into your cheek leaving a bruising impact on it
- your hand gently tapped your soft, burning cheek
- the tears that brimmed your eyes, spilt out sliding down your face and off your chin
- jughead looked at his hand in regret before looking back at you
"y/n-y/n i'm sorry i.."
- you cut him off
"get the fuck out."
- he opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off again
"get the fuck out of here jones."
- and so he did
- and you made sure he never looked back
