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𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘: 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐒_𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄 🩷
Summary: You're extremely close to Betty, and she persuades you to come to the FBI class. You cave and say yes, which is how you meet her brother. You and him hit it off right away and he asks you on a date.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1126
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THE HALLWAY buzzed with the usual chaos of students rushing to class when Betty and Jughead abruptly stopped in front of you, blocking your path.
"Uh, hi?" you said, eyebrows raised at their sudden appearance.
"Hey!" Betty's face lit up with excitement. "There's this class my brother teaches, and I want you to come with me. Please?" She turned on those signature puppy-dog eyes that always made it impossible to say no.
You sighed, crossing your arms. "Why can't you ask Veronica?"
"I already tried," Betty admitted, rolling her eyes. "She's not into this kind of thing. But you—you're perfect for it!"
"Fine," you relented with a dramatic sigh. "Meet me by your locker after school, and I'll drive us. But you owe me."
Betty threw her arms around you in a quick hug. "Thank you! You won't regret this, I promise." She practically skipped away, leaving you to wonder what exactly you'd just agreed to.
After school, you leaned against Betty's locker, nerves starting to creep in. A mysterious class taught by her FBI agent brother? It wasn't exactly how you'd planned to spend your evening.
"Ready?" Betty appeared beside you, keys jingling in her hand.
"As ready as I'll ever be," you said, shrugging. "So... your brother. What's he like?"
Betty's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh, he's nice. A little intense, but you'll get used to it. Who knows? You might even like him."
You rolled your eyes, feigning disinterest. "Yeah, we'll see."
The two of you climbed into her car, chatting casually about the class. Despite yourself, a flicker of excitement mingled with your curiosity.
When you walked into the classroom, your nerves kicked into overdrive. Charles Cooper stood at the front, effortlessly commanding the space. He was tall, sharp-featured, and carried an air of confidence that made your stomach flutter. His piercing gaze landed on you, making it hard to look away.
"Betty," he greeted with a nod, before his eyes flicked to you. "And who's this?"
"This is Y/N," Betty introduced with a grin. "They're here to give your class a shot."
Charles extended a hand, his smile equal parts friendly and knowing. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope you're ready for a challenge."
"Uh, sure," you stammered, shaking his hand. His grip was firm, and his presence felt magnetic.
Betty gave you a wink before excusing herself to grab something from her car. "Be nice, Charles," she teased as she left. Now it was just you and him.
"So, Y/N," Charles said, leaning against the desk, his tone casual but curious. "What made you decide to come tonight?"
"Honestly?" You glanced at the door Betty had just exited. "She guilt-tripped me into it."
Charles chuckled, his smirk softening. "That sounds about right. Let me guess—puppy-dog eyes?"
"Every time," you said with a laugh, relaxing a little.
"Well, for whatever reason you're here, I'm glad," Charles said, his gaze lingering on you. "I think you'll enjoy it. If nothing else, I'll make sure it's interesting."
"Interesting, huh?" You tilted your head. "That's a bold promise."
Charles leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make your pulse quicken. "I never make promises I can't keep."
The air between you buzzed with something unspoken, but before you could respond, Betty returned, effectively breaking the moment.
"All set!" she announced brightly. "Class is about to start, right?"
Charles straightened, clearing his throat. "Yep. Everyone grab a seat." He gave you a brief look, his smirk returning. "Preferably close to the front."
As the class began, Charles dove into a lecture on crime scene investigation, his passion for the subject evident. His confidence and intensity were captivating, and you found yourself hanging on his every word.
