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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐲

Betty's POV

Thursday, May 14th

Today's the day... The street race.

Also... tomorrow. I'm getting evicted.

So, yeah. I guess you could understand why I'm feeling anxious today.

I don't have a job, nor do I have another place to stay. I haven't told Toni, or anyone for that matter. I just- I don't need people worrying about me.

I told Toni I wasn't coming to school today. Between not being able to sleep at all last night, and then also having to go to school to see the bitch himself there, I told her I couldn't do it, and she understood.

All the Serpents and Ghoulies that go to school are gonna come to Sweetwater Bridge during lunch for the street race.

The first thing I did today, after getting ready of course, was go straight to the Wyrm. I picked up everything I needed and then drove the car I was going to be racing to an automobile repair garage.

I am now just trying to calm my nerves.

Something in my gut is telling me something's wrong! Something doesn't feel right... it's probably Jones' real plan that's bothering me. Not knowing what it is. I just- Ugh!!

•••

An hour and a half later

Okay, so I have not calmed down at all, but that's besides the point. The point is it's about thirty minutes 'til the race.

Once the car was finished being repaired, I drove it straight to Sweetwater Bridge. When I got here most of the adults attending the race were already here. As were some teenagers. The only person I want to be here though, isn't.

I just want Jones to get here already so we can get this over with.

Something in my gut is telling me to call it off, I swear something's wrong. I just can't quite place what it is.

I decide to just double check everything, making sure the car's working, making sure I have everything I need, and all that jazz.

I'm just gonna have to wait 'til Jones gets here.

•••

20 minutes later

Oh, dear God... He's here. Jughead Motherfucking Jones. He comes up to me. Of course he fucking does.

"Hey, blondie," he tells me.

"What happened to Betts?" I ask.

"I thought you didn't like it."

"Since when do you care what I like?!" I yell at him, not loud enough to bring attention to us, but enough to make him step back.

"Woah, you on your period?" He asks, arms raises in the air.

This bitch is really asking for it. "Jesus Fucking Christ, Jughead! No, I'm not!"