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The jock and the loner| Jughead Jones

By: mrs-jughead-jones

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Half-time. That would be a good time to talk to him, right? It was in a few minutes. He couldn’t really escape. Not that you were trying to corner him or anything, you just wanted to—

“Hey! L/N! Wake up!” Reggie barked.

You snapped out of your thoughts, looking up at your teammate (and best friend.)

“It’s the championship game, L/N. Don’t flake out on me now.” he spat as the rest of your team members looked at you.

You quickly nodded.

“Understood, Mantle.” you responded.

Reggie resumed talking again, but your mind kept going back to Jughead. You were about to ask him out, yet you had never spoken to him before in your life. You had only seen him in the hallways and in English class. One of the main reasons the two of you hadn’t spoken was because of your social statuses. You were a jock, Jughead was a loner. Not that you cared, but it seemed Jughead did. Jughead had an animosity towards all jocks and you didn’t blame him. You saw the way your friends teased him and you berated yourself everyday for not speaking up about it. You never joined in with their teasing, but you didn’t do anything about it either so you felt you were just as bad as them. Jughead avoided you like he avoided the rest of the jocks and you could never find a time when he was alone to talk to him. 

You were still in the closet. The only person who knew was Archie. And Jason. You shook that thought from your head. You wouldn’t think about Jason today. You were scared about how the rest of the jocks, especially Reggie, would react. Sure, you knew that he wasn’t your true friend if he didn’t accept you for who you were, but that didn’t mean you were ready to risk that friendship and tell him.

“Break!” the team yelled and clapped once as they began to move apart.

You froze.

Wait, what was the play?


Archie quickly came over and clapped you on the back.

“Jason’s play. That’s what they’re going with.”


You sighed in relief.

“Thanks, Arch.” you said.

You got into position, looking over at the clock.

Four minutes and thirty-two seconds until the end of the first half. You could do this.

…

The whistling signaling the second quarter being over made you freeze as you looked over to where you knew Jughead was. The boy was leaning against the bleachers, looking around aimlessly.

“Go for it, man.” Archie said, coming up behind you.

You turned to the ginger.

“You sure?” you asked.

Archie smiled.

“Yeah. Go on.”

You took a deep breath as you began to jog over to where Jughead was.

“Hey!” you called, causing Jughead to look up.

Jughead immediately tensed up as you approached, looking up at you warily.

You smiled at him despite the nerves bubbling in your stomach.

“Jughead, right? I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” you said.

Jughead looked you up and down.

“”Talk to me?” What’s that code for? Calling me “Suicide Squad? Donnie Darko?”” he asked.

You frowned.

“I’m not Reggie,” you said and looked down, feeling defeated. “Or Chuck, or…”

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. He just thought you were another jock.

“I…” you sighed. “You know what, never mind. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

You turned away, beginning to walk back to the field.

“Wait,” Jughead suddenly said, grabbing your arm.

You stopped, turning back towards Jughead.

“I—” he sighed, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get snappy,” he opened his eyes again, letting go of your arm.

“What do you want to tell me? Or ask me? Or whatever.” the raven-haired teen said, leaning back on the football stands.

Your smile returned as you looked at him, feeling the hope reigniting in you.

“Well, I, uh, was wondering if you, um, maybe wanted to go on a date sometime?” you asked, looking down.

Jughead’s eyes widened.

“I-I know you like Pop’s. We could grab a burger or something?” you asked, looking up at the beanie-clad boy hopefully.

You saw that the smaller boy was blushing bright red and the nerves came back.

What if he said no? What if he was disgusted? What if—

“Okay.” Jughead mumbled softly.

“What?” you asked, not sure if you heard him correctly.

Jughead looked up at you with a small smile on his face.

“Okay.” he said again, louder this time.

You beamed.

“Awesome,” you said. “I can pick you up like an hour after the game? I gotta take a shower unless you want to go on a date with a sweaty jock.”

“Oh, yeah, that’d be great.” Jughead joked, the smile never leaving his face.

You chuckled.

“Okay, well, I guess I’ll see you later.” you said, walking back to your team.

Jughead nodded.

“See you.”

You turned around, unable to stop smiling as you walked back to the rest of the jocks. You took another deep breath and put your helmet back on as they began to talk about the upcoming plays.

You had to win now. For Jughead.