𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒 | 𝐽𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

✨Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ✨

✨Y/ɴ's ᴘ.ᴏ.ᴠ.✨

I walk to the door and knock on it, I stand there for about two minutes but no one opens it so I text Cheryl to see where she is but she doesn't reply, so I decided to go to the only place I know.

I walk into Pop's and the bell goes off. "Y/n, I knew you'd come in today," Pop says coming from behind the bar. I sit in the booth in the corner. "The usual?" He says with his notebook in hand. I nod and he walks back to behind the counter.

I pull out my phone and play my music, I turn off my phone and put it to the side. I get my notebook out my bag and start to doodling my view from the window, I then start humming to my music.

"Hey," I hear but it's probably the people behind me. I then suddenly feel my headphone being pulled out of my ear. "Hello!" Someone says from my side, I turn to see Jug.

"Hey, you ok?" I say as he sits opposite me.

"Yeah," he says taking my notebook from me.

"Hey!" I say playfully hitting him. "You know I don't like it when people look at my drawings," I say snatching it back.

"I just want to see it, you're talented," he says making me blush, I look down trying to hide it.

"a strawberry and fries," Pop says putting them in front of me. "Jughead would you like something?" he says getting out his notebook.

"No I'm alright, thanks," he says and Pop walks off.

"So where's lover girl?" I say putting my notebook back in my bag.

"She's busy," he says talking my fries.

"Oh you didn't say anything about me taking your fries," he says taking another.

"Well no matter what I say you still take them," I say lightly kicking his leg under the table.

"hey!" he says kicking me back.

"oi you can't kick a girl," I say taking a sip of my milkshake.

"Whatever you say," he says getting my notebook from my bag.

"Stop taking my notebook!" I say putting my bag on the couch next to me.

"Just let me look at one of your drawings," he says opening it. "It looks like you haven't changed your style of drawing from when we were kids," he says standing up, coming to sit next to me forgetting that my bag was there.

"Why didn't you tell me your bag was there?" he says putting it on the floor.

"Because I didn't expect you to sit there," I say giggling. I glance out the window and see Betty in the corner of my eye walk in with Tristan from English class, they sit in the booth in the other corner of the room.

"So much for being busy..." he says getting up starting to move their way. I grab his wrist.

"Don't it'll make it worse," I say, he nods in reply and sits back down opposite me.