bughead_stories

the hater and the popstar

Betty p.o.v
I let out a loud groan of annoyence as I hear the same awful song again. I'm wlaking trough the busy school hallways and I've already heard that awful song more then I ever wanted to, I can't belueve people are actually listening to that autotune garbage, (my reaction on every Riverdale cover song, except for seventeen of course)

Yesterday, the very popular Jughead Jones or as I would like to call him 'the snobby prince with annoyingly handsome feature that has absolutley no talent' has put another awful song online to torture my sweet innocent ears. Jughead Jones is loved by everyone, escpecially stupid teenage girls that love to complain about how ugly they are while making nude pictures for there boytoy and thirsty moms that hadn't had sex for a few months now.

And then theres me, I absolutley despise him. I hate his fake messages that he reads out loud, forced by his producer. And despise his garbage of a music even more, I would like to describe his song like a cow dying with a bad beat under it.

I walk towards my locker eith a scowl on my face, as I hear again the intro of the nweest song. I open it with a poud grunt, but it turns into a grin as I hear the familliar sound of my bestfriends heels against the floor. "Omg B, have you heard Jugheads newest song! It's so good" Veronica says to me whike trowing her arms around me.

She is very different then me, always has been. She has been raised in a expensive apartment in newyork, getting everything she ever wnated and wants. I have my whole life lived in a old trailer, begging for my parents to finally see that I work 3 jobs to help pay for the rent and food. I wear black and everything coverd, Veronica wears expensive tight dresses and high heels. I don't know why, but she is my very bestfriend and even tho she annoys me so much. I would not want to change annything...wait I do, I want to change the obsession she has over *gags* Jughead Jones.

"Oh please stop it, You cannot honestly tell me you liked it!" I said to her eith a scoff, unwrapping my arms from her as I grab my books before turning around back to her. Leaning against the clsoe lovker next to me.

"I don't like it, I love it! It's everything you ever want in life. His voice, his eyes, his looks, his amazing little dance move sin his newest video clip and omg that live that he did at the live concert yesterday! Omg B did you know what I heard, he is gonna come trough riverdale today. His next concert tonight is 5 townes away from this one, so he needs to go torugh riverdale and coul you just imagi-" after 2 minutes I stopped listening to her speed talking about Jughead. Why does she even care so much for that dude?

After a very long day of hearing the song ove rna dover again I was finally free. I almost ran outaide towards my bike and waved goodbey to Veornica before stepping on it and starting to go as fast as I can.

I always enjoy riding the bike, the cold wind trough my hair as my nose turns pink from the cold, I hear the birds chirp their song above my head as I ride torugh the always empty road towards sunnyside trailer park. I let out a small laigh as I make a turn ti left, but suddenly the peacefullnes stops abrubtly as I see a expensive looking car speeds towards me, way over speed limit.

I try to dodge it but it was too fast and before the car could stop it hit me in my side, making me fly towards the ground and scream loudly in suprise and fright.

I try to discourage the damge by placing my arms infornt of me, wrong move...I landed fully on my left arm and let out a other scream in pain. I laid down on the street while trying very hard not to burst into tears, I can't let myself cry over a small pitty pain in my left arm.

I hear the engine of the car stop, and a car door open before I hear the damilliar bang of it closing. I lift my head up as I see a pair of black, leather expensive looking shoes rush towards my pathetic body on the ground, as my right arm clutches my left trying to subside the trobbing pain I feel.

"Oh god, are you okay?!" I hear someone aks franticalky, while kneeling down besides me, helping me up. I look at the men who just helped me and stared at his face for a few seconds in uther shock, this is not just a asshole who just hit me with his car because he was probally texting.

No this was Jughead Jones, the worst and the richest singer of this century. "What?" I hear myself ask until I can really understand what i'm saying, I don't know if I'm in shock because I just git hit by a freaking car or that worlds biggest douchebag is right now infrotn of me.

I think both.

"You just had a accident, I'm so sorry. Let me take you to teh hospital" he says, sounding worried as he tried to help me up on my feet. I slowly come back in the real world and look around for my bike, I know that's weird for some people. I probally broke my arm and Jughead Jones is holding me, but all I can think abiut is my bike. Well you see, that bike was very exspensive for me, I worked the entire summer for that so J could go to my work fatser and deliver pops to go in the evenings as it pays me more, because rich people tip more for the poor girl who has to bycycle all night.

I look around for it and gasp when I see it's all broke on the street, "omg my bike!" I exclaim loudly in shock before I turn my head back to Jughead, my eyes full of anger and hate as I glare at him. "You fucking asshole! You hit me with you car, and broke my bike and arm!" I say to him loudly, as I turn to walk away from him.

I hear a curse behind my ebfore I feel a hand on my right arm, that I admidietly brush off. "I'm so sorry, just please let me take you to the hospital, I will pay for everything" he says to me, begging with his eyes. God I want to punch him so much, and then I want to stab him and burry him deep in the woods so no one can find his rotten body.

15 minutes later I'm in his stupid expensive car, pouting as I try to hold in the tears Because of all the pain I know feel. I didn't wnat this, oh I so did not want this. But I needed to go to the hospitals and I can tell you one thing, my family cannot afford a hospital bill or a new bike. So Jughead asshole fucking Jones will do that for me, oh and he will leave me alone as soon as I'. At the hospital.

"Maybe i can give you a few concert tickets, V.I.P of course" he says to me after a 15 minutes if silence where all i do is glare at him, giving him my perfect murder stare.

I look at him like he just grew two heads after he said that, "you think i wnat fucking concert tickets? Do I look like one of your stans?" I ask him with a scoff as I roll my eyes at him, not only untalented but stupid too. God this guy is the total package.

"Isn't everybody" Jughead says back to me with his signature smirk, but it falls when he sees that my face doesn't change. "Don't you?" He asks me then making me laugh loudly,"no, I hate your music" I say to him with a shake of my head makimg his eyes grow wide in shock, "no one hates my music, it's perfect" he then exclaims laughing as if I just made a joke.

"I do, now drop me off at the hospital please, I don't wanna see a second more of your idiot face" I say to him shaking my head, "you can say things abiut my music, but do not lie to me. My face is gorgoeus" he says to me, hsi eyebrows raising at me as he send me a overdramtic wink, making me bite my lip to stop myslef from letting out a giggle.

"Shut up loser" I say to him shaking my head, "you are a fascinating person" he says to me with a smile making me fake gag.

"You are not Jughead not talented at all Jones"

Sooo that was that, let me know if you foudn this intresting enough for a part 2. I know this was like awful so i'm sorry, I get it if you dont want a part 2. I wouldn't either lmao,

Reqeusts and ideas are always welcome, have a good day my firends and follow my insta marialouisa__x were I will be posting my first ever au story this very week.

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