The Wedding

Chapter 3

A/N: I wanted to apologize for not updating yesterday but I had to go to the hospital to get my treatment and unfortunately had to stay until today. 

Chapter 3

Betty was completely dumbfounded at the way this night ended. Her heart hurting as she recalled the term Jughead had used to describe her and began to wonder if he was right. Wondering if she was a slut for giving in so easily and for actually liking it. She continued to sit there on the floor, her back resting against her bed, letting a few tears stream down her face before finally muster up the missing strength she needed to stand up and quickly made her way into her bathroom not even caring to look at herself in the mirror and walked straight over to her shower an turned on the water, undressing while the water warmed up.

She was no idiot, she knew very well that her mother and her father would grill her as to why she didn't return to the dining room along with Jughead or at least went down to say her goodbye's, so she knew she had to come up with a very good excuse just not right since both her mind and her body were drained, not having enough energy to think right now since her mind was already pretty occupied. The blonde beauty let out a sigh of content when she felt the warm water begin to hit her skin, slowly grazing her lips with her fingertips as she thought how tonight she was given her first real kiss.

Once Betty finished her warm shower, she brushed out her hair and moisturized her body before slipping into some blace lace panties followed by some pink silky shorts along with a simple black camisole not bothering to put on a bra since she'd rather sleep without one and quickly slipped into bed, laying on her back and stared up to her ceiling, thoughts of Jughead filling her mind once again. She continued to stare up into space when suddenly she heard her door creaking open causing her to rise up a bit to look at who had entered her room without knocking, widening her eyes in pure shock as soon as he came into sight.

"Jughead?" She whispered, feeling confused as to what he was doing back here. Hoping that he was here to apologize for what he had said to her but quickly became disappointed when he didn't say a single word. She watched him as he came closer and closer towards her, sitting at the edge of her bed as soon as he reached it, his body turned towards her and a smirk painting his lips, a single word yet to be heard from him. He tilted his head as if he were studying her and Betty couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous, brushing off some of her golden locks away from her face. She gulped, looking down at her bedspread then looked back up towards him finding him a bit closer to her. "Jughead?" She said again, biting her lip as she waited for him to respond but once again got nothing.

They stayed silent for a few moments, Jughead studying everything that Betty was doing and the way she'd react to being under his attention, loving the results. Jughead had never met or been with someone like her, yes tonight was the first time they've ever been intimate with each other but something about the way she reacted and the way she looked into his eyes caused him to feel and he hated her for it. Hating that a prissy little Northsider is making him feel things that he's never even felt before.

"Are you here to apologize?" She then asked, snapping him out of his daze. Looking up at her with furrowed brows. Apologize? For what? He thought to himself then suddenly he smirked when he realized what she was talking about.

"You think I'm here to apologize for calling you a slut?" He asked. His gaze slowly running down to chest noticing her nipples perked up, quickly realizing that she didn't have a bra on. Biting his lip as he continued to stare, wanting nothing more than to wrap his lips around her luscious tits. "Well, I mean, yeah. I don't understand why you would say such a thing about me" Betty states, biting her lip now, looking over to the side and crossing her arms across her chest, feeling a little awkward letting Jughead look at her the way he was without apologizing to her for calling her a slut. .