Jughead Jones Imagines

Secrets 3

My mind has been swirling with thoughts of that night at Pop's for the past few days. As helpful as that was to finding out the information I want, it was still a weird experience.

Betty has given me silent glares from the hallways, while Jughead has given me slight smiles.

During lunch I still sat with Cheryl and Toni, but I never talked as much as I used to. I sat there, wondering how I'm going to accomplish this. With Betty and Veronica constantly looking and whispering about me. Like what is this, middle school?

Lucky for me, Betty is apparently being forced to go out of town with her mom to write some newspaper article. Honestly I don't even know. It'll at least get some of the weight of my chest. One less person glaring at me. Honestly, am I that easy to hate? I just got here and I'm already fresh bait for the football team. Honestly, is it impossible for a new kid not to get bullied around here?

Luckily Jughead's helped a lot with that, anytime I'm getting picked on he tries to step in and bring the crowd towards him so I have time to react and think. I'm horrible in these situations, my anxiety causes me to freeze up and it's like my mind is going a mile a minute but my body is completely frozen. I'm thinking words but nothing is happening. If Jughead didn't show up I'd be a total embarrassment to be around by now.

Cheryl really helps to stop that. Basically the whole school knows who I am now. Cheryl tried to get me to join her cheerleading squad but I knew it was best for me to keep my hidden dancing talent to myself.

I sat alone on my bed, thoughts swirling through my head on how on earth I'm supposed to accomplish anything. Honestly I have no idea what I'm doing anymore. I had some master plan to find out the secrets of Riverdale, the secrets of the group. How am I supposed to do that if half of them hate me... how am I supposed to do that at all?

Honestly what is there to find out... what hasn't already been spilled..
I guess that's what I'm searching for, the missing clues, the bow on the top of a perfectly wrapped gift.

I'm awoken from my thoughts by a ring of the doorbell. I stand up, silently walking to the door and slowly opening it.

A surprising face looks back at me. Jughead Jones.

"Hey Y/N.. uhm, I was hoping to get a bit of proofreading for the next chapter of my book." He said, glancing up every now and then from looking down at his slightly worn out shoes. "Usually I have Betty do it but she's gone and I thought why not see if you would cause we never really talk so why not.."

"If I do will you stop blabbering like an idiot?" I reply sassily with a hopefully obvious hint of sarcasm.

"Yeah." He responds, a slight laugh attached.

I give him a slight smile and invite him inside. The timing is perfect as my mother isn't here to grill me on why there is a boy in the house, and if I invited him, and why he wants ME to proofread.

We're led to the couch where I offer him a seat and take one myself. He then hands me his laptop, the chapter lined up from the beginning as I start reading. His writing is unbelievable. The descriptions are impeccable and the word choice is outstanding. It's like every word draws you deeper and deeper into the world of the story, with every breath you take your swept into this moment in time.

By the time I'm finished reading I'm in complete awe of how amazing it was. The phrasing of it all, how every description was original and incredibly accurate. How the murder of Jason Blossom was portrayed as the uprising of Hell in Riverdale.

"That was amazing." I said, finally taking my eyes off the shining bright screen of the laptop.

"Really?"

"Absolutely." I replied, giving him a genuine and small smile.

His eyes twinkled in a happy yet painful way.

As I stated into his eyes a weird feeling bellowed in my stomach. It was like a nervous yet happy feeling..

I've never felt like this before..

I force myself to look away from his gaze, but out of the corner of my eye I can still see him looking at me. My heart is pounding and an overwhelming glee is coming over me.

I try to push down the feelings as I feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

"You look really pretty you know." He says, his eyes still staring into my soul.

Well that just made things worse. I tried to cover up my face but the blood was rushing and I could feel the heat.

"Uhh thanks.." I reply, my head still bowed as I attempt to cover my face more and more.

"Oh uhh.. I'm sorry I didn't mean to make things weird.." He said, the panic in his voice getting very noticeable. "I'll just go.."

He packs up his things and starts heading for the door when a rush of courage comes over me. I run after him and grab his hand, pulling him towards me as our lips meet.

All my thoughts, all my worries just disappear. All I can feel is his warm embrace traveling through me.

We finally pull away after what was probably longer than it felt.

It's hard to tell what he's thinking. He looks miserable and happy at the same time.

"Well I guess I made things awkward now.." I say, regretting it the second the words leave my mouth.

"No no no it's.. I... I better go.." he says, quickly leaving and closing the door behind him..