Riverdale One Shots

Hook Up

The characters are in their early 20s in this story!

♥betty♥

I swirl my straw in my drink, sat at the bar stand. I wince as I drink it. I wasn't much of a drinker, just needed an escape after today. My best friend, Veronica, and I got into a huge fight about her boyfriend, Joshua. I don't like him. Not one bit. And something tells me he's cheating on her - ahem ahem, seeing him sexting another girl while he was over, but she made it clear to me that she didn't agree. 

I put my drink down, looking across the bar and catching eyes with a gorgeous raven haired man. 

I breathe in heavily and look down sipping my drink again, immediately intimidated by him when he smiles at me. I spin the barstool, to face straight rather how I was seated directed towards him. 

I pull out my phone. Still no answer from V. I texted her saying sorry, and if she was okay with me coming home. It'd been an hour since I left and walked around town before finding myself here. But still, no answer, god knows when she'd be okay with me seeing me. After staring at the texts, I drop my phone down again, running my hands on my face and through my straightened hair, exhaling. I wish she didn't love him so much, it kept her in denial. 

I'm tempted to look back in the direction of the man, just to get another glance. He was already looking at me. I can't help but smile before looking back down and smiling to myself. 

Then my phone buzzes. I grab for it immediately, my stomach filled with butterflies, nervous of what Veronica might say.

V <3:

Hey. I understand your intentions were right, but it really isn't your business nor your place to speak on my relationship. Especially lies that you fabricate because you're jealous and single. I'll be at Josh's, I need some space from you. 

I roll my eyes and exhale, of course she was still in denial and running right back to him. I just wanted her to be in a happy, trusting relationship. Not one where I literally caught him cheating and she stays committed and blind to the truth. 

I turn off my phone, not wanting to respond, pushing it up the bar stand further from my hand. I chug down my drink, wincing as I put the now empty glass down. Here I was, hoping I would go home and have a mature talk with V, but instead she's acting like we're in high school.

"You okay?" I hear a deep, soft voice say behind me. 

I turn my chair and my stomach churns when I see the beautiful raven haired man standing in front of me. His eyes were an alarming shade of blue that were hypnotizing paired with his hair. 

"I- I'm alright, thank you for asking." I say, before turning my chair back and rest my head in my hand, hoping he'd leave.

He was incredibly attractive, yes, but my mood was ruined from Veronica's snide comment. "Jealous and single". Way to rub in my breakup after a year and a half with my ex-boyfriend, Archie. I mean, it had been nearly 4 months, but I was still reminiscent on the good times. However anytime I thought of those, the consistent cheating I found out about at the end of our relationship come flooding in, ruining all memories of that year and a half. And even after all that, you would think V trusted my cheater check. Anyways, I didn't wanna take out my anger or pissy mood on this poor man and ruin his night as well. 

"I don't think you are." he says, taking a seat next to me, his eyes filled with concern. 

I look up, furrowing my brows. He actually cared? This is new for men at the bar.

"Jughead Jones." he says, putting a hand out.

I smile, sitting up straight, and taking his hand, "Elizabeth Cooper, but call me Betty."

He lifts my hand, placing a kiss. "Can I call you Betts? I'm gonna call you Betts."

I giggle, "Betts it is... Jug."

He smirks, "I like that. Now tell me whats up." 

"Nosy are we?" I flirt.

He lifts a finger calling the bartender. Then he puts two fingers up. I assume he's here often because the bartender knows his drink. Two oddly coloured drinks slide to us. "Well, you're visibly upset, and I don't think anyone should leave a bar still upset, clearly feeling as though they couldn't talk to anyone about whatever is going on. So, if you want, I'm all ears." he offers me one of the two glasses.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Its a my favourite drink they have, more on the fruity side. I'm not a fan of bitter alcohol."

I take a sip. Yum. "Mmm, thank YOU. This is now my new go to."

"So?" he says, noticing I tried to change the topic.

I mean, it would be nice to talk to someone and then try to get my mind off of this.

"Well, I just got in a fight with my best friend."

"Oofff, what'd you do?"

I scoff, pushing him playfully, earning a beautiful chuckle from him. "I didn't do anything. She's mad I was honest and opened her eyes to something she doesn't want to believe. I guess now a days it's a sin to be a good friend." I sip the drink heavily, anger rushing through me. Calm down, Betty.

"I'm sorry." he says with a slight pout to his lip. "At the end of the day, you did what you could to help her out. Not worth it to be upset if she's too in-denial to thank you for being the good person you are."

 I look at him with wonder. Who is this man and why is he perfect? 

"You're right, Jug. Thank you."

I can't help but blush when he smiles in response. Oh mannn, this is bad. I haven't felt this jittery around a man since Archie. 

"You didn't have to do all that." I say.

"I wanted to."

"Hm. Okay so tell me about you" I say, turning more towards him and resting my head on my hand as I look at him. 

"Well, I go to NYU, journalism and writing. Third year."

"No way! I'm at Columbia for the same."

"Now that just seems like fate." He says.

I sigh, "Huh. It does, doesn't it. What else?"

"Hmm, well I'm single. I know you were wondering so I'll save you the trouble of asking." he says slyly. 

I giggle, "How'd you know?" 

"It's inevitable with my charm and wit." he shrugs sarcastically.

The two of us laugh. We continue to talk for another hour, learning more and more about each other. At the same time, my interest in him increasingly growing. 

After he says a joke and our laughter dies down he looks at me, his head tilted and intensely attentive. 

"I like you, Betts." he says with a smile.

I stare back, the eye contact and silence comfortable. 

"Do you wanna maybe get out of here?" I ask, pointing towards the door.

He nods, "I'd love to."