Stay Away | BH

Chapter 9

"Look, I'm not trying to piss you, especially since I'm leaving. But I think you should talk to mom, I know you guys haven't gotten along, but I hate seeing you guys fight. And she's pretty miserable knowing she hurt you," Darrell shoves his luggage into the taxi.

"I know, I know, but if she's so damn miserable she'll call me. Anyways, I'm not really in the mood to talk to her," I sigh putting my rain coat's hood on.

The rain seemed to be coming down faster, soaking Darrel and I.

"I love you, try not to get into any trouble," he pulls me into a hug whispering in my ear. "I'll tell you how my proposal goes."

"I love you," I whisper hugging him tightly.

"I love you too," he pulls me away looking down at me at arms length. "I'll visit as soon as I can, okay?"

"Okay," I smile letting him hop in the taxi, watching it drive down the street.

I rush back inside sliding off my soaked rain coat hanging it up. I race up stairs sliding on a new hoodie and a pair of dry pants. I sigh grabbing a towel rubbing it all over my wet hair.

It's been a few day's since I left Jughead's, we haven't talked since which is giving me major anxiety. Maybe Darrell was right, I need to move on. He can't hurt me now.

I glance up looking through my window hoping to find him staring back at me, but his curtains are drawn. A sudden light fills the whole room, then a few seconds later the crack of thunder makes me jump.

I hate storms. Please don't be a storm. I hate storms. Please don't be a storm.

I walk downstairs into my living room turning on the tv, instantly putting on the news.

"The weather seems to have picked up, we might be looking at a storm, which would be the first in a few years," the news reporter continues about the storm.

Suddenly the lights, and tv turn off leaving me on the dark. A flash of light fills the room again, a few seconds before the thunder fumbles. I wrap myself in my blanket wishing it would the storm would be over already. Suddenly someone's banging on the door, I quickly stand up racing to open the door to see who it is. I open the door feeling someone push past me and slam the door.

"I wanted to see if your okay," Jughead shivers running his hands through his wet hair. Oh boy.

"Jesus! Your soaked," I pull him to my room, my cheeks turning pink when I see the old pair of panties I changed out of earlier on the floor. Another flash of lightening warns me about the thunder, I chew my lip trying to keep my mind off of it. "I might have an old sweater that you can wear," I mumble digging in my closet.

I turn around holding the old, beat up sweater. Holy shit. He gives me a soft smile, which I've come to see is pretty damn rare. There he stood, in only a pair of boxers. I gulp throwing the sweater at him, I dig through my closet again hoping to find a pair of Darrels old shorts that I love to wear.

"Here," I toss him the shorts trying my advert my eyes from his body. But he's just too fucking hot to not stare.

"Thanks," he mumbles throwing the dry clothes on.

"So... um, why are you here?" I look up at him tilting my head slightly.

"I told you, the power went out, and I wanted to see if you were okay," he moves closer, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Y-you were worried about me?" I widen my eyes staring at him.

"Yes, why is that so surprising?" He sits next to me.

"Well, Darrell was the only one who really cared for me, not to mention he wasn't really there. Always somewhere off with the love of his life, or somewhere getting wasted with his friends. But me? I sat home all day listening to my mom tell me I needed to get out more, get a boyfriend, or make friends. I was Berber enough for her, no matter how hard I tried," I shrug looking at the floor.

We sat there in silence for a while, the only sound was the raining that was pouring. It was starting to get darker and darker, almost pitch black.

"Look at me," he grabbed my chin softly. "I will, always try to be here for you, okay?"

"Okay," I mumble.

Suddenly I felt the urge to kiss him, but before I could even lean in he pulled away.

"Come on, do you have any candles?" He stands up.

"Um, yeah," I stand up leading him into a hallway. "I have a few in a closet."

*

I held the couch pillow close to me as thunder roared through the house. I was only nine when it happened, not even the headlights of the car did anything, it was still unbelievably hard to see. I remember the flash of lighting that streaked the sky, and the feeling of the seatbelt straining me as I jerked foreword.

Thinking about it leads to nightmares Betty, stop thinking about it.

I opened my eyes to see Jughead fast asleep next to me, I could be barely hear his quiet little snores. I could already here the calls of nightmares as I slowly dozed off. I tried anything to stay up. Yet nothing worked, my eyelids feeling heavier then ever.

"What are you still doing awake?" He mumbles, his eyes never opening.

"Uh, I couldn't sleep?" I look at the floor lying to him.

"Don't lie, come here," he pulls me resting his head on my stomach. "Close your eyes."

I put my hand in his hair running my fingers through his locks. He leans against my hand releasing a sigh.

"Relax Betty, your still tense," he whispers.

I close my eyes falling into a deep sleep.

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