✔︎ The Gang Leaders | Bughead

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞: 𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

Betty's POV

I'm back at Fangs' trailer and we're just hanging out. It's been a long time since we've just spent some time together, with nothing to do.

Right now we're playing monopoly and let me tell you: if you put two very competitive people in a room where they have to play monopoly only one with come out alive.

"I hate you!" Fangs screams at me.

"Oh, well next time, don't steal my monopoly!" I scream back.

"Fangs, give Betty your 200 dollars; you landed on her property," Toni says over the phone. We had to call her cause we we're trying to settle an argument. She's the mom friend.

"No! She's in jail! I'm not gonna give money to a criminal!"

"That's not how you... play!" I scream at him.

"Shut the fuck up, Betty! You don't get to talk after stealing my last railroad!" Fangs argues.

"I wish I was never born!" I say.

"Me too! You think I wanted this?!" Toni says right before she hangs up the phone.

"Toni!" Me and Fangs scream in unison, but she had already hung up.

Me and fangs just laugh about it for the next 5 minutes before we decide to just put the game away and play another game...

Truth or Dare.

"Okay," I giggle. "Truth or dare?" I ask him.

"Dare."

"I dare you to... reenact the last time a girl thought you were straight, and tried to start something," I laugh.

"Oh, my God! Okay..." he starts. "I was at a party and this girl came up to me and was like... well, let me just show you," fangs says.

He grabs my wrists and pulls me into his lap so that I'm straddling him.

"So she got in my lap, and then said, 'Oh, my God! You look like so hot!'"

I go to laugh but before I can, someone walks in the door.

I turn to see who it is and, of course...

"Betts?" Jughead asks.

"Mmhmm?" I say getting off of Fangs' lap.

"Am I interrupting something, or..." he trails off.

"What! Ew, no. Never!" Me and Fangs both disagree in disgust.

"No offense, Betty, but you're not my type," Fangs laughs.

I laugh along with him, but it seems as if Jones doesn't think that's funny.

"Well, I was hoping you and I could hang out together, Betts," Jughead says. "Please?" He asks.

But it didn't seem like he was asking.

"Oh, okay. Um, I'll-I'll see you later, babe," I call out to fangs.

I walk over to Jughead who is halfway out the door. "Love you."