Bugheads Baby

The White Wyrm

Bettys pov
"Boring..." Veronica, Archie and I are all sitting in our regular booth at pops and sharing our summer experiences. V goes into detail about her lavish European trip that she had with her family and Archie talks about his time working as Bruno Mars' assistant in LA. Veronica playfully lecturers me about not going out enough during the break and being anti-social, how I'm always 'boring' as she likes to say. I love her like a sister, but just like every sibling, sometimes you just need a break from them. My vanilla milkshake arrives along with Archies strawberry and Veronica's chocolate. Pop also places a trey of fries in-front of us and says that milkshakes aren't going to sustain us and we are going to die from diabetics if we keep it up. We all laugh and continue with our conversations. "I can't believe that high-school is over." I say breaking the current conversation about whether the chicken or the egg came first. Veronica leans into Archie and places her head on his shoulder and pouts "I know. Archikins, what are you thinking about?" She turns her attention to Archie who is clearly lost in thought. "Hmm? Oh just about how lucky I am to have you." He smiles at her with hearts in his eyes and gives her a peck in the lips, I fake a gag and Veronica playfully flips me off. "But I must say," Archie continues, "Betty I'm sad that your leaving high-school without a sweetheart to swoon over." "Cmon Arch, you know that's not who I am. I like being an individual who can rely on myself." "I get that," he responds, "but don't you ever get lonely?"

The truth is yes I do get lonely, but I would never admit that publicly, not even to my best friends.

We leave pops, V and Arch get into his car and wave as they drive of, and I wait out the front for my mom. After an hour of waiting I know she has forgotten about me, I'm not surprised honestly. Just my luck it starts to rain. Pop comes out and offers me a lift home, he insists for a while, but then gives up when I say that walking home in the rain builds character. It's about 20 minute walk home. I take a backroad which I'm sure will get me home quicker and the rain is getting monsoonal, so I start worrying for my safety. I pick up the pace and run ahead. I've now been running aimlessly for 45 minutes, every time I say to my self to head back, I say 10 more meters which turn to 100 then 1000. I've reached a dead end. Crap. Through the trees I hear bikes and celebration. I know that since I've been walking south, I am probably now in the Southside, but I don't care, I just need to rest.

I walk another 200 or so meters up to a 2 story building. The building read "White Wyrm." It'll have to do. The minute I step up to the property I'm getting a few intimidating glances. A Northsider in a Southsider bar, what was I thinking, I'm going to get killed. But I know that if I stay outside any longer I'm going to die from hypothermia or sleep deprivation or both, so I risk going inside.

I step inside, the room is a large entertaining space. It was filled with a mixture of sounds, such as shouting, laughing, and flesh pounding flesh. It was furnished with a stage, a few tables, chairs, a bar, pool table, stripper poles and a staircase. Nausea and drowsiness was were consuming me. I look so out of place in my short blue denim skirt and pink midrift. I remove my hair tie that ever so neatly pulls my hair back into what my friend Kevin calls my 'iconic ponytail' and some of the headache that I was experiencing aliviates almost immediately. It was only then that I actually noticed the jackets that all the men and women were wearing... OMG. I walked into a serpent bar.

Jughead pov
After killing the engine of my Harley. I inhale the familiar smell of booze, smoke and burnt rubber. As I approach the entrance of my bar I get a flirtatious nod and comment from one of the gang members tony topaz. I walk past fangs who has his tongue down some random chicks throat, I'm quite surprised that they haven't swallowed each other alive yet. As I step into the bar, I was stunned for a moment, a blond girl who quite frankly was one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen stands nervously at the entrance. Though I only see her back, I can tell that she is nervous to be here. As I walk to approach and kick her out, I notice she becomes weak in the knees. I launch forward and catch her. I fireman carry her up the stairs, receiving many curious glances as I walk past fellow serpents. I turn around and look in their direction, they immediately look away and continue what they are doing. I place her on the couch in my office and place my jacket on top of her as I can tell she is shivering cold. After five minutes pass, I realised despite sitting at my desk with my laptop open, I haven't actually got any work done. Instead, I've been staring at the mesmerising blond girl. I have a weird felling in my stomache that I have never felt before, It's a foreign feeing... But I like it.

Bettys Pov
A-Alice
B-Betty
A: "Elizabeth copper where have you been."
B: "Stuck at pops thanks to you and..."
A: "How irresponsible of you, something could of happened to you.."
It was the first time ever that I had heard my mom talk in a way where she was worried about me. I loved it, but then she kept on speaking.
A: "If you got raped or hurt that could ruin your chances of getting a good job and paying off your stupid fathers medical bills he left us with."

I really hated when she talked about dad that way. He died when I was 5 and was receiving cancer treatment for the past 10 years, but he didn't make it. Ever since, my mom has been a stress head with all the medical bills that we still had to pay off.

I feel a weird felling on my arm. I slowly open my and realised that it was just a dream. Well not all of it I guess. I'm on an extremely sticky sofa with a black jacket draped over me. I come more familiar with my surroundings and start to panic. "Hey your awake." I look to the side. There stands one of the most gorgeous men I've met. Not in a genetically perfect way, but in an intriguing, handsome yet rugged way. "I'm Jughead", he introduces himself. "Betty. Betty Cooper." I respond. "Do know where you are." He asks me. I think for a moment and retrace my steps, "last I remember is I was in a bar, I think." "Your in the white wyrm," he tells me, "you had me worried there princess, you were out cold... literally." He chuckles at that. I don't know why but I reply snarky and say "quit laughing at me."

Jughead pov
"I'm not laughing at you princess, I would never", I place a condescending bite into my response. "Don't call me princess," she bites back. Just as I was about to make a comeback, tall boy enters my office. I had just realised how much I actually enjoyed talking to her until he came in. It was scary. "What do you want tall boy." "Goohlies King! They're downstairs!"
"I'll be right there." I reply. I watch as tall boy leaves the room hastily. I turn my attention to Betty, I felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness over her that I have never felt before, what is she doing to me? My thoughts are interrupted by her. "Juggy", she peeps with complete terror on her face. No one has ever called me that before, I find it endearing and warms my insides. "Aren't the goohlies that really bad gang that sells drugs and are paid hit men and women" she continues. I nod. Her face pales with an overwhelming sense of panic. As if a reflex response I rush over to her and embrace her. I look into her eyes, there is undeniable chemistry between us. I tare my eyes from her and pull her close to my chest where she rests her head. I say " Stay here, it's alright, I'll handle it, everything is alright, but lock the door and don't open it for anybody else but me." She nods and I grab the gun on my desk and exit the room. I can't help but think that those final words I said to her were a connotation for something greater that I felt towards her.