artificial poisoning || J.J., C.S imagines

2 || jughead jones - pt.2

(this is the second part to the images inspired by Seventeen by Peach Pit)

(Side note: I love his dance moves)

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On the high school lot
You'd kiss me so long

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A weight on your stomach. That's the first thing you noticed when you woke up. You looked down to inspect, only to realize that an arm was thrown across your waist. You sigh in content, shifting in your bed, only to make eye contact with your boyfriend of three months.

"how long have you been awake" you speak with no question and a little surprise. "mmm, I'm not sure," he said while stretching out, tensing his muscles. Eyes feeling heavy, you rub them in hopes to wake yourself up. As that doesn't work, you slowly climb out of bed, being hit by the cold morning air that was waiting for you to leave your warm cocoon.

"hey n/n... what time is it?" Jughead asks. you turn around pulling a fresh shirt over your y/h/c hair. 

"uhh, why?"

"because i think it might be 8:00 A.M." He says, still a little woozy. Your head snaps, quickly grabbing your phone. it read 8:02 A.M. "Oh god" you mutter under your breath. 

"jug, get up," you throw him his shirt, he flinches. You're already running to your bathroom.

"Yeah, yeah," he says trailing off. He slowly stumbles around your room, grabbing the rest of his belongings. You glare at his speed, wishing to anything and everything that he would speed up.

You hate being late, you really do. so, you're having a mini panic attack, taking a couple of deep breaths you grab Jug's arm and pull him out of your room and soon out of your house. grabbing your backpack on the way out.

"Okay! i'm here, i'm here!" You burst through the door of your English class, soon noticing all of the eyes on you. You shrink, under the glares from the class. briskly, you make your way to your seat, waving a small goodbye to jughead through the window. 

you sit meekly, with your legs crossed and hunched over, until you feel a tap on your shoulder. you look to your side and see Veronica, one of your best friends.  You perk up, and she leans over. 

"so, what were you and Jughead doing that made you so late?" she says with a mischievous smirk. You roll your eyes turning back to your notebook, trying to hide the blush you had gained. 

Nobody knew about you and Jughead Jones; the boy from the wrong side of the tracks' relationship. You assumed that your close friends also known as -the sad breakfast club-  knew about the newfound love, but you opted to not tell them, worried to ruin the dynamic of the group. 

Because of this predicament, you two would share many longing glances and stolen kisses. It was as if it was from a bad romance that the two of you would never choose to watch. 

Anytime one of your friends would imply something was happening between you two, your heart would race and your cheeks would flush. Even though you're usually a great liar, something about this was different. Harder. 

Ring!

You're brought from the project you're working on hearing the bell ring, signaling that this horrendous day was over. You pack away all of your school supplies, when you look up you note that you are the last one in the room. You have a light bulb go off. 

A couple of minutes later you hear on knock on the door. you sit up from the lounging position you were in and run to the door. you open it eager. You see jughead leaning on the door frame. 

"so, what is it that you want?" He questions, you simply pull him in and into your lips. He tenses but soon relaxes grabbing you by the waist pushing you back to lean on a desk. You have been dying to kiss him all day, for no reason at all. Your mind soon going hazy, you pull him closer. Your attention than going to his hand tracing circles on your waist. You sigh in content not wanting to pull away until you hear a loud shriek of some sort. 

"Oh. My. God." You turn seeing Veronica with her hands covering her mouth. You push yourself from jughead, hoping you can salvage this ongoing secret. well, it was ongoing. Now, not so much.

Jughead lightly shakes his head at your actions. "how much did you see?" He mutters to Ronnie.   "enough to know you two are a thing," she says moving her hand to her channel bag (that she prides herself on) and pulling out her phone. 

"Ronnie... what are you doing," You ask taking a step forward, just acknowledging the sweatiness of your palms. "Oh just informing the world of this new information," She says looking up and putting her phone away. You gulp, feeling the dryness in your throat, you slowly     turn your head to look at jughead. He's... grinning?   

"well, i guess they know," he says shrugging, as he removes your stunned form from the room.

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But lessons don't last
When I'm playing you so fast

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He did it, He actually did it. He broke up with you.

you sat alone in your bed, letting tears roll down your face, not being strong enough to wipe them. 

The thing that bothered you the most was that it seemed like a split-second decision. Spontaneous even. 

This break-up felt like a fight.  As if it would go away, and you would just make up. But of course, it didn't. And it won't. One second you two were just a fighting couple, then the next you were a broken girl and a guilty boy. It all fell apart, in a matter of seconds. The fight you were having was so... so dumb. for a lack of better words. It was about your jealousy. 

You were jealous of how much time Jughead and Betty were spending together. And to makes matters worse the two of you barely spent any time together. Plus they are exes.

Because of all of these insecurities you got... clingy. It started off as texting him where he was, then got to going to his house when he wouldn't answer. And then of course barely leaving his side. 

He got tired of this, to no surprise. But said nothing. up until one day where you didn't know where he was so you started blowing up his phone. when you finally found him at Pop's he looked distressed. He said that he was stressed because of all of the blue and gold work. You knew he was holding something back, and now you know that what he was holding back was that it was you, who was pushing him over the edge. with your constant need to be around him. 

The conversation got heated after you voiced your jealousy. Soon enough it turned dark, with those six words "I think we should break up." 

At the time he said it in a barely audible tone. You rushed out of the dinner, the moment you heard those words leave his lips. 

And now here you are, sitting in a depressing silence. Wallowing in the depraved atmosphere. 

Once again you blamed yourself. You blamed yourself for always needing him and always bombarding him with texts and calls. You just simply blamed yourself.