✔︎ The Gang Leaders | Bughead

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐓𝐰𝐨: 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥

(A/N: hi so I've had 8 mental breakdowns this week (it's Monday) and Ive been really DePreSsED but I'm still going to write cause I think I'm doing better now.)

Betty's POV

"Mom?"

I look at her in disbelief. "You- you..."

"Elizabeth, you look like a mess!" she remarks as she walks in and sets her back down, as well as the stroller the twins are in.

"Get out!" I here my foster mom yell. "Who are you?!"

"I'm her mother, who are you?"

My foster mom looks at me shocked. I shake my head at her. "Alice, get out!" I yell at her.

"My name is not Alice to you!"

"Well it certainly isn't mom either. I'm calling Jughead, you can stay in my room. I'm staying at his place tonight, dahlia," I tell my foster mom as I make my way towards my room to get my phone.

"Um, Jughead?! As in F.P. Jones' son?!" My mom asks as she chases after me.

"Mhmm, we're dating," I tell her, dialing his number.

He picks up on the third ring. "Hey, you okay?"

"No, my moms here and she won't leave. I'm gonna let her have my room tonight, can I crash at yours?"

"Oh, my god- yes, of course."

I hang up. "Okay, Alice. Make yourself comfortable. You get one night to get your shit together than I'm throwing your ass out. I'm staying at Jughead's."

I go to walk out of my room my Alice grabs my arm. "Call me Alice one. More. Time."

"Alice, if you do not get your hands off me, I will pour cement in your ears and invert your ribcage."

Her grip only tightens. "You are such a disrespectful brat. You always have been. You were never a shining star like polly."

"Polly's dead, Alice. If you don't let go of me I swear to god—"

She pushes me away by my arm and slams my door behind her. "Wow, bitch."

I walk into the kitchen, my phone in hand, to put my serpent jacket on. "Betty, please be carful," my foster mom tells me.

"I will. Do you mind taking care of the twins tonight?"

"Not at all."

I nod. "Alright, I'll come back around lunch time, okay?"

"Okay."

And with that, I head out of the door to drive my motorcycle to Jughead's.

(A/N: this is random, but my sister-in-law is from Indiana and up there they apparently calls motorcycles motorcicles like they spell it the same way we do put the pronounce it cicle instead of cycle. Okay bai)

When I arrive at Jughead's place, I get off my bike and walk up to the door and knock. "Come in!" I hear him call.

I walk inside and am met with Jughead sitting on the couch. "Hey, are you okay?"