Assorted Riverdale Imagines

She's cheer captain and I'm on the Bleachers Jughead

    "Y/N!" the ever smiling red head calls from the other end of the hall. "Hey, are we still on for studying tonight? I have a chemistry test and I know nothing. I could really use an extra hour, would you be able to work with that?"
   "Um," you push your glasses up. "I think I can. I will just have to push a few things around. Bring your book and some of the material. I will need it to refresh my memory. Do not forget to bring your essay, as well, we need to do last minute revising before you turn it in." You try to remember anything else you need to work on. "Oh, and your SAT study book."
     "Will do," he flashes his teeth again. "I will see you at 6 then."
    "Yeah," you nod. "See you at 6." You push your hair behind your ears before walking away to the band room. "Mr Schuster, can I ask you something about the halftime piece?" He nods. "Okay, so I know it's eight steps this way... then a back March seven." He nods again. "Well, I am having trouble going from the eighths into the sixteenths. And, I think what is throwing me off is the tubas. You see I am the clarinet that goes the diagonal and back to the tubas. Maybe if instead I don't go the eight steps. I go five then back five. It would look more like this." You show him your diagram."
   "I am not going to change the march. You will have to work through the noise," he said. "You know that. And, if you want first chair next year... You will have to learn to work with obstacles." You nod. "Now go sit and get your things ready for class." You nod going to your seat. "Alright guys, we are going to start on the ballad for the winter concert. From the beginning." He set his hands beside him and rose them half way before starting. "1 2 3 4." He repeated as he swung his arms. "Louder here." You follow along trying your very best. "Solo." 
   You finish packing your things before quickly leaving the school. You keep your head down trying not to make any eye contact with anyone as you dodge the other students. You were afraid that if you did, as soon as you would get far away enough, someone would say something about you. Really, you felt like everyone was saying something about you. The cold air hit your face making you shiver so you pull your coat closer. You notice Archie with his friends standing near his jalopy. They looked to be deep in conversation, probably about prom and who was the next project. You pull your hat on and walk home.
   "How was school?" Your mom asks.
   "It was fine," you say. "I have to move around a few things with one of the kids I tutor." She nods. "Also, Archie is coming over around 6 now."
    "Okay. Do I need to put anything out? He doesn't eat as much as Jughead, but he is a growing boy," you mother ponders. "How is Jughead, have you talked to him?"
    "Sure," you lie with a nod. "He is still writing and with Betty Cooper."
    "Oh," she nods. "You know, you should stop by his new place. I'm sure he'd enjoy your company."
   "I will think about that," you say. "I really gotta get upstairs though, Moose will be here any minute and I have to prep."
    "Moose," she sighs. "What an unusual name... Why do you call him that again? Also, what is his actual name?"
    "Marmaduke," you bite your lip. "He is Mr Mason's son."
    "Ah, I think Moose is an adequate nickname then," she says. "Go get your things ready then, I will prepare dinner."
    "Alright," you say running up the steps and dropping your things on your bed. You clear off your desk and pull out your notebook, labeled Mason. All of his teachers had been giving you things that he needs help with. A knock brings you from your reading. "Come in, Moose."
    "Hey," he says awkwardly. "I have my test from Math." You nod putting down the notebook. "I got an A!"
   "Oh Moose! That is awesome, I knew you would. You have been doing so well! Let me see!" You say. "I want to copy it to put in your file. I have to turn it in at the end of the year. It will help with my college application."
   "Alright," he nods pulling out his binder. "Here." He hands you the paper and you look over it.
    "That is so great," you say. "Here."
    "So, What are we working on now?" He asks. "Since I am a master in Math."
    "Well, I guess we can go over your English assignment and you can be on your way," you say. "Now, I know that you passed the math test and you're a master. But, if you find yourself in a difficult equation, give me a call," you say. "Now, lets get this over with so I don't have to see you anymore."
   "I will, Y/N," he said. "I am so grateful and I know I would not have passed without you. You'd make a great teacher."
   "Thanks," you say. "Now, you can talk and distract me all you want. But, I will still make you do work."
    "Yeah, I know," he sighed. "Let's get this over with." You roll your eyes and pull your hair behind your shoulders as you point out the last few grammatical errors in his paper then a few misspellings. "I guess we are done."
    "Yeah," you nod. "You know, I still think you should look into Stonewall Prep. It's very prestigious, and I think you'd be perfect for it. You definitely have the brains. You should look into it."
    "I don't know," you say pulling on your sleeves. "New schools and I don't go well together. You know that. And, I am working with Riverdale High. I know that place." He nods. "Well, you are done here. Archie will be here soon."
    "Right," he said. "Can I ask you something? Now that I'm done with this, how is Kevin? How is Riverdale?"
    "It's barely changed," you say. "Same drama new people. And, Kevin hasn't really been present lately. With the farm. He was left behind and it was traumatic. He has been trying to find Kevin, but it's been rough." He nods. "Now, have a good night. I don't want to keep you from your prestigious school." He laughs. "Also, if you have trouble in anything call me. Do not be embarrassed. It took you about six months to ask me for help."
    "Well thank you for noticing my struggling," he said. "I'll see you next week with my next assignment." You laugh as he gets his things and leave. You go through tour other things getting out Archie's notebook.
    "Hey," he said. "Was that Moose, leaving?"
    "No," you lie quickly. "Just a kid from another school. Are you ready?" He nods pulling out all of the things that you told him to bring. "Okay." You show him how to do his chemistry equations and walk him through each step. You use football terminology as best as you could to help him understand. He works slowly through it as you point out his mistakes. Then you go to his essay helping him revise one last time. Soon, you finish. "Alright. Well, I will see you Monday."
    "Yeah," he said. "So, you know Archie and Jughead broke up?" You shake your head pulling your glasses off. "Well, I think you should maybe try to see him. He misses you."
    "Misses me? It was him who stopped talking to me," you say. "If he missed me, maybe he should apologize."
    "You guys were so close," Archie said. "Thick as thieves. And I always thought you'd end up together. I still do. Give him another chance."
    "Archie," you sigh. "I don't have time for drama. I have school work and band. I want to get first chair in the orchestra for the church."
    "I know," he said. "I just thought I'd try." He slings his bag over his shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow at the game." You nod and he walks out the door. You throw yourself on your bed in distress. He'd never want you. You were a nerd. Sure, he was but he has made himself popular with his dazzling eyes and the ability not to care. He had a girlfriend who was on the cheer squad and daughter of the busiest woman in Riverdale. They were a power couple, solving murder cases and what not. You were not her. You quickly do your own homework before getting into bed. You think about how close you were with Jughead, before everything happened.
The game was going poorly. The bulldogs were down by seventeen and everyone was pissed. By the time halftime came, you didn't even want to go on the field. You talk yourself through all of the anxiety, but you weren't paying attention as you run into someone. "Oh my god!" A voice gasped and you look up quickly. "Of course you would do this."
"No," you shook your head quickly. "I swear I didn't mean to, Betty. I'm sorry."
"Can you for once just not be so... You've ruined my uniform!" Betty said looking down at herself. "God, why are you still standing here? Go away!" She snaps grabbing the attention of people nearby.
"Betty," Cheryl comes up. "What happened? Did this screw get your uniform dirty. You will be paying for the dry cleaning."
"Of course," you swallow. "Erm, is there anything I can do?"
"You can leave me the hell alone," Betty said. "I don't know what I did for you to ruin my life. But, I'm not playing this anymore. I don't want to see you anywhere near me. Everyone will know."
"Okay," you say. "I'll go." You back up and see the band already on the field ready to play. You look for Mr Schuster and groan because he was on the other side. Some of the cheerleaders were laughing at you as you rush away.
"How was the game?" Your mother asks as you as you throw your things in the closet. "Not good?"
"I don't want to talk about it," you say. "I'm going to my room." You throw yourself into your bed, hating everything about yourself. I was so stupid. Why wasn't I paying attention? Why didn't I just keep going? Or go to Stonewall Prep? I ruin everything. A knock. "Mom I don't want to talk about it okay, please."
"Erm," Someone says. "Not mom, but I'll pass the message on." You rub your eyes and put your glasses on. "Hey, Y/N."
"Jughead? What are you doing here?" You ask frowning.
"Well, I seen what happened during the game," he said. "And, I talked to Archie and you are right. I should apologize for how I treated you. I am not saying that this should help me regain any type of restitution, but I was just stupid and I thought I was in love. But, I coming to the conclusion that I was far from it."
"Far from love or amending our friendship?" You ask pulling on a loose end of your sweater.
"Both," he sighed. "Do you mind if I come in?" You gesture for him to come and he shuts the door. "I am so sorry for how she treated you tonight, and these last few years."
"Thanks, but that does not change how you did," you say. "You treated just as bad and it hurt worse because we were friends. I loved you, Jones. That kind of thing doesn't just go away."
"I know," he said. "And, there are no words to express how completely, terrible I feel. If I have to, I will do everything possible to make it up to you."
"Why?"
He sat in the desk chair, "because..." A knock pulls him from his thought.
"Hi, I was just dropping off some dinner," your mom says. "I know how hungry you always are."
"Thanks," you say.
"Thank you, Mrs Y/L/N," Jug said with a smile. "I am starved." She smiles before leaving. "As I was saying... I want to make it up to you anyway I can, because I realized that I didn't want Betty. I never wanted her like I wanted you." You frown.
"Wanted?" You say.
"Well," he sighed. "It depends. Can you tell me one thing?" You nod. "Before everything. When I was just another weirdo. Was it you?" You instantly know what he was talking about. The little things you did for him, leaving things in the closet when it got cold or he needed something. Trying to help save the drive in by throwing a mystery auction. Making sure his dad got home alright after getting obliterated at the old bar.
"Yeah," you say. "It was me. I didn't want you to know because you never accepted charity. But, it wasn't charity. I just wanted you to have food and warm blankets. I cared too much to let your stupid, boy pride, get in the way."
"I knew it was," he smiled. "I love you, Y/N. I do, and Betty has told me all of these things. Lies and filth. I knew they weren't true but I believed them because she told me to. I love you though. And I will hate myself for letting all of these things happen to you. You are so kind and you always want to help. I admire you so much for not wanted what everyone else wants. For staying who you are." He stands again. "I love everything about you because you are pure and strong. You know what you want and you don't let anyone get in the way. When Archie told me how you felt, I knew then. Because finding out that I hurt you so much... it killed me."
"Jug," you say quietly.
"Yeah?"
"I don't know if I love you," you say. "I know that I miss you and that I like you more than a friend. But, I also know that you so easily hurt me and I do not want that to happen again. If Betty snaps her fingers."
"She won't," He said. "Please, let me show you." He grabbed your hands. "Please." He sat next to you. "I don't want her. Everyone knows that. She won't mess with you. No one will. They know who she is. They know how she treats people."
"We won't even be going to the same school," you say. "I've decided to go to Stonewall. I talked to the dean before I came home. It's better for me. I can thrive there and I will still be tutoring. It's what will be paying my tuition."
"Well, I am going too," he said and you frown. "I had a tour earlier and I couldn't make up my mind. But, now I have. I want to spend my senior year with someone I love."
    "I am so sorry," he said. "And I will make it up to you."
    "Okay," you nod. "I'll give you one more chance, Jughead. One more. One slip up and I'm gone. I have a plan for my life and I don't want you to blow it up." He nods. "I am not Betty. I am not cool. I do not throw myself into dangerous situations. I am just a band nerd."
    "I love all of that," he promised. "I don't care that you aren't popular. I just want you."
   "Okay," you say. "Then you need to say it." He rose a brow. "You need to say the words for us to be amended."
    "Oh god," he threw his head back. "Okay. I Forsythe Pendleton Jones the third, hereby declare that Y/N is all knowing and I am stupid. I will listen to everything she says and do whatever she wants from now until the dinosaurs come back again." He recited the vow that you made as children.
    "And?"
   "And, I am a stupid, poop head, meanie."
   "Okay," you laugh. "We are amended." He rubs his thumb over yours.
    "You know, I was speaking the truth when I said I'd do whatever you want," he smirks.
    "Then, I want you to grab me a tissue because I was crying and it's disgusting," you say and he kisses your forehead.
    "You don't need to cry over her. She's nothing compared to you," he whispered. "And, I am so happy you gave me another chance." He handed your a tissue and laid next to you. "Lay down and relax. If you want to cry more. You can, or we can just lay here." You lay with him.
   "It's funny," you say. "I was ready to leave Riverdale and not look back. I was rethinking my life."
    "You don't have to do that," he said. "You are amazing. I will remind you that every day, until you tell me to go." He kissed your hand. "I promise."