When I say I love you, its not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I'm in love with what you are, what you do and how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of y...
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The look in Betty's eyes makes her feel as if she is burning at the stake. Maybe she deserves it, maybe she does not. She can only shrug internally, because at this point, she is extremely exhausted with being emotionally overwhelmed. She is on the verge of folding under the pressure. She's sitting in the entertainment room at the Pembroke with Betty Copper, her most likely former best friend staring holes into her. Veronica is trying to lounge on the couch with a lot of assertiveness and defiance that she is sure is coming up short while Betty sits on the single person accent chair across from her.
Betty's eyes are still puffy and red rimmed. Although her eyes are fixated angrily on Veronica, they fail to meet Veronica's eyes. The guilt is consuming. She had thought dealing with Archie would have been the harder of the two, but alas she was wrong. Of course she should have known better than to be up against a woman scorned. She feels bad that while Betty had been apologizing in the hospital maybe she should have been forthcoming instead of waiting until her secret was about to be exposed. She will never tell Betty about jumping Jughead in the hospital after Betty had already apologized. That was the worst drunken mistake Veronica has ever made in her life. Out of all of her actions that hospital visit is the one she is ashamed of the most.
"Betty, what do you want me to say?" She asks. "You want me to say it was a mistake? Well it wasn't. It was payback plain and simple. Am I sorry? Yes undoubtedly. I'm so fucking sorry Betty. I would do anything to not have you hurting or hating me."
"I can't even be mad at you Veronica. I'm so mad at you, but...but I don't even feel like I have a right to be. This feels like a train wreck that I caused. I am being forced to watch in slow motion and I can't stop it. "
Veronica feels that deeply. That's how everything feels for her right at this moment. So many things are set in motion and out of her control. She is loath to admit it, but she is going to need Betty in the upcoming war. To be on her side, to be her friend. The only true one she's ever had. She refuses to beg, but she is ready to put all of this behind her.
She had been so cold to Jughead when she returned his Serpent Jacket and she had watched painfully as the wonder and admiration he had for her slowly morphed into disdain and contempt. Better he hate her now than later. She had almost folded that first night. He had come to see her at three in the morning intoxicated and drugged up. He held none of his memories, but he'd still been drawn to her. That made her feel something inside that felt less like lust and more like .... feelings? Fuck Veronica. He'd been undeniably sweet, charming, and so very sincere. It broke her heart to lie to him. To deny their hook-up that she is starting to hold very dear to her as the last sincere moment she's had since. Jughead keeps showing her the sides of him she has never been privy to and she hates having to pretend it doesn't exist.
"Betty, we messed up big time. All of us, this was the worst-case scenario of what could happen to our little core four." Veronica tells her, maybe still, best friend. "But if we do survive this, I have no doubt that we can survive anything. Because we care about each other, we really do, and I think a lot of lines have been blurred because of that. "
