Eleven

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Jughead's POV

"I've taken my time, okay?!" I heard from outside the classroom. I knew that voice as Veronica. I sighed and went out to see what was happening.

"What's going on out here?" I asked and looked at Veronica who just looked down.

"Nothing." A boy said. 

"Are you sure everything is fine?" I asked and looked at her. She looked at me and nodded.

"Yeah, everything's fine." She said. I sighed and looked at the three then her.

"Come to my classroom, now." I said and she followed me back to my classroom. I shut my door and asked her what was happening. She said her friends were asking about her ex boyfriend. I had to ask her how long they'd been together.

"Two years. We've actually been kind of on and off." She told me.

"You've been together for two years! I think they'd understand if you snapped at them because you are upset." I said. She smiled which made me feel good.

"You're annoying, you know that?" She said. I chuckled.

"I know. Plus, I'm a teacher." I said. We just stared into each others eyes and we both were slowly leaning in. I started to think about how we almost kissed this morning, but the bell interrupted. I could only guess it would decide to interrupt again. But it didn't. We were kissing. And I felt something in it. It felt like the right thing right at this moment. We only pulled apart for a few seconds before we were kissing again. Then, the bell went off. We quickly pulled away and I let out a small sigh. She smiled and bit her lip a little.

"Thank you, Jughead. Thanks for the help." She said and was slowly leaving. I just watched her. When she had finally left the room, I was dissapointed. I wanted her to stay with me. I can't believe that just happened. I want her to come back here.

As the day went on, I would see her in the hallway and she would just smile at me then go back to talking with her friends. Although it kind of seems like She thought this morning never happened. Like she wants to forget all about it. At first she seemed happy about it. Maybe she realized it wasn't right. Or she's not over her ex. Something. Something's wrong and I wanna know what it is. Maybe it's me. Maybe it was the kiss. I don't want to continue thinking about this.

Once school was over, and I got back to my trailer, I remembered I had a Serpent meeting. I quickly got my Serpent jacket on and left.

The Serpents in the Southside gang I'm apart of. I kind of have to hide the fact that I'm apart of a gang since I work at a school on the Northside. In fact, I'm the leader, the king on the Serpents. I have been since I was sixteen. After my father.

It was almost nine o'clock when I finally left. I left because its Tuesday and, well, we have school tomorrow.

When I got back to the my trailer I got around fir the night and I was asleep by ten. But, just laying there in bed all I could think about was the kiss and how much I want it to happen again. I fell asleep just thinking about Veronica. I don't understand any of this.

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When I got to school the next morning, she didn't come to my classroom, but I did see her walking down the halls. She was by herself. I'm not gonna make a big deal about this. She's got friends She would want to hangout with. It just kind of threw me off since she's came everyday for two weeks. I guess I just got used to starting off the day with seeing her smile. Especially when I was reason. I'm making this s oi und like we're together. We're not. And we can never be, but I really want her to be mine.

When third class came and she got to my class she didn't even glace at me. She just walked over to her friend. I sighed and then class started. She never looked up at me. Well, at least when I was looking around the room. I think I messed up by kissing her. I knew she wouldn't feel the same. Either way, whether she did or didn't, it couldn't happen. Someone please tell me why I decided to be a teacher! I don't even know the answer. Well, I never thought something like this would happening. I just don't think it's a bad thing. Part of me is saying it's the right way to feel, but I know it's not. But, I dont care. When she left the classroom, she left with her friend. I sighed and agian. This is so messed up!

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