faking with the playboy ; jughead x veronica ; vughead ; jeronica

dress

"She's still mine." He said seriously as I looked in him in disbelief. Oh gosh. I can't believe Cheryl made him go here and ruin the night of my moving on.

Cameron and Jughead looked intensely with each other.

"Too bad, V. I promised to give you the best night of your life—" Jughead punched Cameron before he even finished his sentence. I cursed and dragged Jughead away from Cameron, "Uhhh. I'm sorry!"

"Why the fuck are you saying to that dick?! Sorry?!" He complained as we stopped on my car. I feel so tipsy. I'm kinda drunk? Am I? Probably I'm not anymore because Jug suddenly appeared out of nowhere while I was kissing Cameron!

"Stop grabbing me! Why are you even here?!" I said unwrapping his hand on mine. I'm suddenly not drunk anymore.

"Did Cheryl made you come here thinking we're still friends?" I chuckled as I continue, "I'm with someone so you can go back to—" He cut me off my looking so mad at me.

"You called me. I'm the one you called not Cheryl." He said seriously as I slap my cheeks playfully, "Oh my bad, I'm sorry it's wrong number and sorry for bothering you. I can handle myself so go now." I walked to my car.

"You called me saying things like 'Have fun at the dinner party because I'm having fun tonight'? What was that?"

"What was what? Ughh. Why are you even here?! You're ruining my night!" I complained as I looked at him.

How cam I forget him if he suddenly appeared here?! He's really hard to forget. How can I? He's everywhere.

"I'm here to stop you for whatever you have in mind." He simply said as he opened my car door using my keys and I don't know where the hell he get that. Maybe I left it in the club.

"I was going to have fun. So get lost!" I said walking away but he grabbed me again making me slammed in his chest. I can smell him. Oh my gosh. He smells so nice. It's intoxicating.

"Have fun? With that guy? Here in a parking lot?! In his trunk?! Are you out of your mind?" He hissed at me trying to be calm as he ran his hands on his hair.

I stayed quiet. Fine! I didn't think. I was driven by my emotions the feeling of wanting to forget someone so I forgot about it. It's not like we're going to do something more than making out!

"I'm here so just fuck me instead, Lodge." He said without emotion and my lips parted at what he just said. I am shocked how sensual the word he used.

I can feel the heat on my face. Oh gosh. Did I just get seduced at his mere words? Did he forget that we fought and we're friendship over?

"W-what? S-stop playing me. You hate me...asshole!" I said pushing him away but he didn't even flinch.

"Stay away from me! I'm moving on from you!" I drunkly said and he didnt speak he just looked at me intensely trying to understand that I indirectly said that I like him.

Then he leaned closer to me and chuckled, "Veronica, try harder because we didn't even start dating yet."

"Fuck you, playboy!" I said completely annoyed by what he just said.

"Let's talk inside your car." I went to sit on the passenger seat and slammed the door while he sat on the driver's seat.

"You said you hated pretending with me. We "broke-up" so I am just going to tell my manager to release a news tomorrow or...if you cannot wait I can do it—" He cut me off while his jaw is clenched.

"Damn it! You didn't even let me finish speaking!"

"Then stop acting like you're my friend, saving me because I'm drunk!" Here we go again. Bickering like enemies.

"I don't. Don't you understand me?" He said seriously and I don't know I'm kinda hurt.

"Your words and actions don't add up together." I said looking away.

"Look at me. I fucking hate pretending with you because I want it to be fucking real. I want to end our fake relationship so we could start a real one." He said while looking at me intensely while all I can do is breathe.

Oh my gosh. Am I drunk? I am hearing things. Is he kidding?! Is he high?! He has a girlfriend!

"W-what??? You have a girlfriend. Don't make me a fucking side chick. I am not stooping that low just because I like you." He looked at me and smirked.

"What did you say?" He said while his lips rose like he's amused by what he heard.

"You have a girlfriend?"

"I don't have one. It was my ex in the polaroid. I was going to throw it."

"The other one?" He insisted and I ignored him because I blurted out that I like him.

"I was mad because I saw you went out of David's condo with his shirt. Crazy things ran out of my head. I was jealous and mad because I thought you were playing me." He said and I think I understood what he meant by that.

"W-what?" I asked as my lips parted in disbelief. Sooo...it's fucking mutual?!

"In other words, I fucking want you and I like you so bad..." He said impatiently. We looked at each other and before I even know it, I went to the driver seat and straddled him on his lap as he kissed me aggressively while adjusting his seat.

I returned his kisses with the same intensity. I opened my mouth to give him access inside. I snaked my hands in his neck.

"Lodge...stop." He said as he stopped my waist from moving. Is he trying to calm himself? I smirked at that thought.

"What?" I asked him innocently as I smirked. I can't believe myself when I'm drunk af. His hands is now rested on my thigh as he pulled me closer to him.

"What?" He chuckled as he whispered at me, "You're making me crazy. We can't do it here—hmmm." He said as I kissed him again and he kissed me back and his other hand is already on my thigh, massaging it.

I can't believe that the alcohol is doing this to me. I am so thirsty for his kisses. I get addicted to it.

"Lodge, stop. We can do this when you're not drunk anymore." I stopped but his action says otherwise as his other hand is now playing with my globes. The power of his hands thar touched all over me already in a span of time.

"Why? I'm not drunk!" I asked and he just looked at me as my sleepy eyes bore to him, waiting for his answers.

"Noah and I used to do it in his car like—" I complained and he cut me when he heard Noah's name.

"What did you say?" He glared at me. Now, he's kinda mad. It's like he's triggered by what I just said. His eyes are now pierced into mine burning with desire and probably jealousy because I just mentioned Noah.

I didn't mean to! I am normally too chatty and flirty when I am drunk. I blurted out all the things I want to say. Blame the vodka.

"Uhhhh. I-It's nothing, Jug. Drop me off in my condo?" I said as I fixed my the strap of my dress that he removed.

I started removing myself in his lap but he pulled me closer to him making me feel him. He cursed a lot before looking at me and kissing me again.

"Fuck...fine! We're doing it." He said completely pissed off before kissing me again.

"Here in your fucking car then...in my condo...every corner of my condo..." He said tracing kisses on my chest up to my neck then my earlobes.

"Don't regret that you can't walk tomorrow." He whispered at me before kissing me back to my lips and started taking off my dress.

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