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Revealing Truths

A/N: Here's some stuff.

She knew it. Brett was hiding something. He had bought his way into Stonewall Prep and maybe even Yale. He could annoy her, act all high and mighty, and bully her boyfriend, but he was nothing but a pathetic rich jerk.

She burst through the door. The two boys in the room turned to look at her.

“Betty!” Jughead said excitedly eyes lighting up to see his girlfriend, “What’s up?”

She ignored him and turned to Brett,

“You think you’re just so damn untouchable,” she spat, “But I knew there was something off about you. I know about all of it. I know your rich father paid for you to get accepted into Stonewall Prep, and honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me if he bought your way into Yale too. You give Jughead a lot of crap for being from the Southside of Riverdale, but at least he deserves to be here! You act like you’re superior to everyone else, but you’re nothing but a pathetic rich kid.”

Jughead stared at her and then looked horrified in Brett’s direction. Brett simply looked amused.

“What’s so funny, Brett?”

“Why are you making me out to be the villain here, Betty? It’s not like I’m the one writing young adult fiction about the exploits of your deranged father.”

Her blood turned to ice, and she turned slowly to her boyfriend, begging him with her eyes to disagree.

“Is that what your novel is about? Tell me, right now, that he’s lying, and I’ll believe you,” she said, desperately wanting him to say something.

His expression said it all. She turned and walked out of the room.

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    Jughead had never seen her so disappointed before. He ran after her as fast as he could, not even glancing in Brett’s direction.

“Betty, wait! Betty?!”

He followed her down the hall and into the seminar room, empty and dark.

She turned to look at him and in her face, sadness was replaced with anger.

“Tell me you didn’t exploit my family tragedy for a Baxter Brother’s novel.”

“Betty, it was a Hail Mary. I had to give the Baxter Brotherhood something. I was never going to go through with it without asking you first. And I didn’t ask you because I wasn’t even going to do it.”

“If you want to use my life, if you want to write about the Black Hood, at least have the guts to ask me. Don’t lie to my face.”

“I wasn’t lying,” he argued.

“Oh right, you were just omitting the truth, which is exactly what you did about the Quill and Skull, and about getting accepted into Yale. Especially, when the only reason you got accepted to Yale is because of this stupid school.”

He took a step back, hurt beyond belief. Is that really what she thought? Hadn’t she told him that she believed in him countless times before? Had she been lying to his face this whole time? He exhaled sharply.

“Is that really what you think? That I don’t deserve to go to Yale?”

Betty didn’t know what to say. She opened her mouth to speak but then decided against it. She sighed and said nothing. It was his turn to turn and leave, heartbroken. She didn’t follow him, didn’t try and stop him.