Betty lives on the south side and is a badass and apart of the Southside serpents. She's also what people call a player, but she also has a dark and mysterious secret... her hunger for blood
Jughead transfers from Greendale high to southside high wh...
Betty POV: Jughead is properly on his way over here, and I still don't know how to explain it to him. He will freak.
I hear a knock on my door and I see him standing there. "Hey. Come in" I say "Hey..." he says "So care to explain, Blondie?"
"Jughead you might need to take a seat," I say guiding over to the couch. "So why did you drink straight up blood?" "I'm a vampire," I say quietly "You what?" He stands up. "I'm a vampire," I say a little louder.
He's quiet.
"Jughead please say something" "What do you want me to say?" "That you want proof or something, just something" "It all makes sense," he says "Sorry im not following..." I say confused "Your strength, your pale skin and your fear of blood," he says
"That night did you try to feed on me?" He asks "No. No, of course not. I didn't have any blood left in my bottle so I was hungry... I tried not to feed on you, because I didn't want to hurt you or anybody else" I say.
I try to take a step closer, but he takes a step back as I do so.
"Betty, this is a lot to take in," he says looking me in the eyes. "I know..." I say in response "I think it is best for us both if we keep a distance for a while"
"I know but please don't go," I say sadly while looking deep into his blue eyes. "Betty..." he says "I know that you're maybe scared, but I would never hurt you" "Betty, why are you making this so hard?" He asks. "I don't know" "I should leave," he says and starts walking I run in front of him to grab each side of his face with my hands. "Jug... please don't tell anyone" I feel the tears but I don't cry when I'm around people. "Okay I won't," he said not looking in my eyes, removing my hands and then walks out.
Just when the door close I break down.
"Why does everything have to be so fucking hard!" I scream. I for the first time in so long felt like a monster, I might have scared the only person I wanted away from me.
Next day:
I choose to go to school but not interact with anyone. Definitely not Jughead. I choose to take something cozy on, and something that wouldn't get that much attention in. I'm not even wearing my Serpent jacket, because that itself drag too much attention.
Betty's outfit:
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Before I classes I stay outside on my bike to smoke. No one really sees it me, because the hoodie goes over my head and overs almost my whole face. I see Sweets looking at me. I can't be alone for 8 minutes without someone.
He walks over. "Not wearing you snakeskin?" He asks "Sweets, can you please piss off?" I say "Is it about your locker? " He asks referencing to my mood. My locker? "What is it about my locker?" I ask. "See yourself," he says and we walk inside. When we walk down the hall people look at me and some start to film. There's a big crowd around my locker. I push myself through all the people and sees my locker painted with some blood. Animal blood because it doesn't make me as hungry as normal human blood. The paint says "Go to hell, monster whore" I feel anger. Did he do this? But it could also be meaning like a bad person... I take my hoodie off my head and goes right in front of the locker.
"Whoever did this is a stupid idiot! Did you think this could scare me or hurt me? Cause if you did I'm impressed that you can have a walnut as a brain" I say looking out on everyone. People whispers "I didn't do it, did you?" To each other.
"Is fine, your just to much of a pussy to say anything, because I do know who did this!" I say pointing at my locker.
I push myself though not caring if someone might fall. As I walk I see Jughead at his locker talking with Ben and Ali. Shit, I just need Ali now, so I text her. She feels her phone and look at the message and then look around to find me, then she finds me she say something so the boys turn to look at me. Jugheads eyes meet mine, but I quickly look at Ali instead.
"Hey girl what's up," she says
"did you see what does stupid bitches did to my locker," I say finding a picture
"Betty. Don't take it so seriously it might just be a prank" she tries to calm me down
"No. what if anybody else knows?"
"Hey. it's just a prank. Your overthinking" she said hugging me
I calm down and see Jughead looking at us. "stop looking at us!" I scream inside my head but I don't say it out loud. I hate what he does to me, he was the one who needed space so leave me the fuck alone boy!
He is probably already fucking and dating some other girl
"I fucking hate this school," I say and break the hug and I go to the girls' bathroom to smoke. I do this a lot. I sit on the closet toilet seat and smoke what feels like hundreds of cigarettes until I hear someone knock on the bathroom door.
"Betty Cooper please come with me," a man voice said
"Im sorry, but I don't care about what you say," I say in response
I hear someone unlock the door and I flush my cigarette into the toilet.
"Oh, hello Mr. Dickhead," I say knowing his name is Mr. Pickheave.
"Come with me Ms. Cooper," he says
we walk out and no one is in the halls.
"You Ms. Cooper have detention for dishing class for the 52nd time this year"
"Sure see you" and I walk into class
"Ms. Cooper your late" my teacher says
"oh, I know," I say as I take a seat next to Ali in the back.
of course, Jughead is in this class to, why does it have to be so hard? it doesn't make it any better by him staring at me. Isn't he supposed to be like scared or something?
A paper pellet gets thrown at me and I catch it with my head in the direction of the class. I open it and sees first Jughead name at the bottom of the paper, I read it and it says "You okay. I saw your locker... BTW it was not me".
I write on a new paper
"Well, well. Thanks for the note, im fine, but you needed time and space. Plus you have probably already put your dick inside some random girl "
I crush it and throw it then the teacher is not looking. He looks at me and I give him the finger and roll my eyes.
