💕 Bughead Smut & One-shots 💕

The Interview

A/N: This is probably implied but just keep in mind that all of these stories are totally separate, out of order, and usually not completely canon.

“And you can quote me on that one,” Brett said with a smirk.

‘You bet your ass I will, psycho.’

“Anyway, you may want to turn off your little recorder thing before I say the next thing I’m gonna say.”

“No thanks, it stays on.”

“What? In case I murder you or something?” he laughed at his own joke. She rolled her eyes. “How are you and Forsythe doing?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” she scoffed.

“Ooh, did I hit a nerve? Trouble in paradise?”

“We’re fine, Brett,” she answered shortly.

“Cuz if you’re not, I’m sure I could help with that.”

“I said we’re fine,” she said sharply.

“Mhm, sure.”

“Oh please, what the hell do you know about relationships?”

“Not much, but I’ve been told I’m a great kisser.”

“Oh yeah? Which of your sluts told you that?”

“I bet I’m better than Forsythe,” he said, not at all answering her question.

“I seriously doubt it, and I seriously don’t care.”

“I could show you.”

“I’m sorry, are you out of your mind? I’m with Jughead, and I would never kiss anyone like you, nor would I ever cheat on Jug. I’m leaving,” she spat, ice evident in her voice.

The nerve, how dare he?

“Afraid you’ll fall in love with me, princess?”

“I’m not the one basically begging you to kiss me,” she said as she got up and walked towards the door, recorder in hand.

Before she realized what was happening, he got up sneakily behind her, spun her around to face him, and kissed her deeply. She shoved him away from her immediately, but not before he snapped a picture with his phone without her noticing.

“What the fuck, you idiot?! Get the hell away from me!” She slapped him across the face angrily and got the hell out of there, leaving Brett smirking behind her. 

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    “So Forsythe,” Brett started.

    Oh dear, what did Brett want this time?

    “Your little girlfriend interviewed me earlier.”

“I’m aware of that,” he said coldly.

“Hmm, how did she say that went, by the way?”

“I haven’t talked to her today. Anyway, why are you even talking to me, don’t you have something better to do?”

“I just wanted you to know that she isn’t quite as wonderful as you think she is.”

“What is your problem, why are you so desperate to keep us apart, is me being happy just too hard for you to watch or something?”

Without words, Brett picked up his phone and pulled up the picture of him kissing Betty.

Jughead studied it, heart pounding in his chest, but he wasn’t going to jump to conclusions, after all, he trusted Betty, didn’t he?