jealous - a jeronica fanfic

Chapter Thirteen

(Back to Veronica's POV)

I inhaled deeply, before letting out all the air I had just sucked in in one big. Betty has just texted me that she had something to talk to me about, and she seemed angry from the tone I got from the text.

I dialed her number and pressed my iPhone to my ear, hearing the familiar ringing. She answered her phone quickly, more quickly than usual.

"Hey B! What's u-"

"I KNOW what you did, Veronica," Betty shrieks, cutting me off abruptly, much to my surprise.

"What do you mean, Betty? I have no idea what you're talking about," I insist, although I have a pretty good idea of who this call may be over.

"You slept with MY boyfriend! MY boyfriend! Jughead Jones! Did you forget, or did he just blend in with all the other guys you've slept with?!" Betty snaps, firing insults at me like two seconds ago we weren't still best friends.

"Betty, look, I can explain-" I begin, but she cuts me off again.

"Look "V"," she says sarcastically. "I always knew you were a whore- I should have seen this coming. We were supposed to be best friends, but you clearly don't care about that."

"Betty, of course I care about you! You're my best friend! I never ever meant to hurt you! We were just so drunk and-"

"What do you mean you were drunk?" Betty asks suddenly, suspicion invading her tone.

"I mean we both drank a lot, especially him after you left-"

"What do you mean after I left? I wasn't there on Friday, Veronica," Betty states, still sounding very uncertain.

"Cheryl's party? When you stormed off after hearing Jughead talk about me?" I remind her, and I hear the other end of the line go silent. Silence is usually in a peaceful atmosphere, but this phone call was anything but peaceful. I fiddled with my pearls nervously, knowing Betty was about to explode.

"YOU SLEPT TOGETHER AT CHERYL'S PARTY?! THAT WAS LIKE- A WEEK AGO! AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME? AND YOU HUNG OUT AT HIS HOUSE- AGAIN?! I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU VERONICA LODGE!" Betty screams, and I have to hold the phone five inches away from ear to prevent her from permanently damaging my eardrum.

"Betty, please calm down-" I begin, knowing that she is going to cut me off once again.

"NO! I'M NOT GOING TO CALM DOWN, VERONICA. THIS FRIENDSHIP IS OVER- AND ME AND JUGHEAD ARE NOT. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING BETWEEN A TEN YARD RADIUS OF JUGHEAD AND I, UNLESS YOU WANT TO FIND OUT WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF," Betty screams again, and I wince as her voice explodes into my ear.

I open my mouth to speak but hear the familiar hang up sound, and my mouth stays open in shock as I look to find Betty has hung up.

"Bitch!" I mutter under my breath, stomping my foot in frustration.

Suddenly my phone rings again, and I pick it up instantly, ready to give Betty a piece of my mind. Instead, I'm met with a much more fragile voice.

"Hey Veronica."

"Jughead? Hey, what's up?" I ask, and I hear him groan in pain, and feel my muscles tense up in concern.

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine.. I just had a little bit of a... fight? My dad doesn't know how to clean up the wounds and I figured-" he says but I immediately interrupt him.

"Wounds? As in more than one? I'm on my way," I state, and I hear F.P. laugh in the background before hanging up the phone.

I grab my purse and walk into my father's room, where he's laying on the bed, doing our taxes.

"Hi daddy, can you give me a ride to Jughead's?" I ask sweetly, leaning on the doorframe of my parents' bedroom.

"Again? Weren't you just there a few days ago?" my father asks, and I shrug.

"Yeah. And?"

"No reason, you've just never hung out with the Jones boy before this week, and now you can't seem to get enough," my dad says lightheartedly, visibly trying to get under my skin.

I roll my eyes, "He's just a friend, dad, if that's what you're implying. And we've just gotten closer I guess."

My dad clearly doesn't buy what I'm saying.

"A 'friend'. Sure. You and that boy seem just as 'friendly' as your mother and I. Why did Betty and him breakup?" he asks, standing up and straightening out his tie.

"They didn't break up," I say, and see him freeze.

"Really? Wow, I mean, do all the boys at your school just invite their girlfriend's best friend over multiple times in a week?" my father asks humorously, and I laugh nervously.

"No, I guess not, but I wouldn't say Betty and I are best friends anymore."

"What? Why?" my father asks, instantly concerned. "You guys are such good friends, what happened?"

"Take a guess."

It takes him a moment, but eventually realization washes over him, and he nods understandingly.

"Jughead."

"Yeah," I sigh, rubbing my arm meekly.

"Well, Veronica, do you like this boy? Don't lie to me- you know I know when you're lying," he says, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I look down at my feet, "I mean... yes. I guess I do have feelings for Jughead."

"Then you need to go after him, darling. When a Lodge wants something, they always get it. It's the family motto, remember? And you are very much a member of this family," my father says, patting my shoulder as if to try and excite me.

"Come on! Look alive. You're going to see your crush, and you look like you're going to a funeral!" he says, and I can't help but laugh. Despite my dad being an intelligent businessman, he is also the goofiest person I know.

He's right, I think as we walk to the car. If I want something, I should go for it. Betty was the only thing holding me back from going after Jughead, and now that our friendship is over, the gloves are off.

I'm going to be with Jughead, like I know we're supposed to be.