She was so damn pretty, everything she did, it was justâŠ.pretty.
Jughead leaned back against the lockers, rolling the word around in his mouth, he was fairly certain that term had never passed his lips before. When you thought of Jughead you didnât think of flowery words like âprettyâ, you thought of darker words like âmorbidâ or âobtuseâ neither of which described the blonde beauty currently digging through her locker, loose, light blue, floral skirt flowing softly behind her.
Something was different about her today though, he couldnât place it, he really had only caught a glimpse of her face as she headed through the doors but just a look was enough to tell him something was off, not in a bad way no, but it was different.
Sure her hair was out of itâs usually tight and slicked back ponytail, but that wasnât all. Almost as if sensing his stare Betty closed her locker and turned to face him, her eyes looking past him at something in the distance.
Bettyâs face was devoid of all makeup, her normally pale conplexion was a bit tanner and her cheeks had a natural pink blush to them. Her eyes seemed younger underneath long light lashes, free of the heavy black mascara, her gorgeous wavy blonde hair fell in her face and he watched as she blew a strand from her light pink lips. He liked that color more than her usual âperfectly pinkâ shade.
Suddenly dark green eyes connected with his own stormy blues and those soft pink lips quirked up into a smile, she was walking towards him, her backpack hanging off her bare shoulders.
âMorning Juggie.â She smiled softly, gently nudging him with her shoulder and leaning on him for a moment.
âMorning Bets, you look..different.â He said slowly, careful not to offend her, he knew how sensitive his mother had been about not wearing makeup.
Betty laughed heartily, resting a hand on his arm
âIt was way too hot today Juggie, all of my makeup wouldâve melted off, and I get horrible headaches in the heat, that ponytail was just not happening. I know Iâm a mess.â She shrugged delicately as they began their walk to class.
Jughead shook his head quickly, he couldnât stop staring at her, it was like she wasnât real, some kind of angelic figment of his overactive imagination.
âYou look good, I like this better.â He coughed awkwardly, rubbing his neck and shifting on his feet.
Betty looked up at him and beamed
âReally? I donât look⊠I donât know. Sick?â
Jughead shook his head again, putting a hand to her cheek and brushing away a stray, honey blonde curl
âNo. you look good. Perfect.â He mumbled.
Betty blushed again, placing her hand on her cheek to cover his own.
They hadnât established what this ârelationshipâ they had begun was, after only a few stolen kisses in bedrooms or on street corners, Jughead had pulled back, he didnât know where he stood with her and he didnât want to over step his boundaries, but god did he ache to touch her. All the time actually. And moments like this, just staring at her. He realized just how lucky he was to have her. In any way.
The sudden noise caused them to break out of their personal bubble. They both broke apart, flinging away from each other like they had been burnt. Veronica and Kevin stood, their hands on their hips and smiles on their faces.
âSorry lovebirds but some of us need to get into the classroom.â Veronica giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.
âSorry! We were just.. I had um.â Betty trailed off, her eyes turning to Jughead, pleading him to come up with an excuse
âYou donât need an excuse to stare lovingly at your boyfriend B. Itâs totally normal, I mean if I were him I wouldnât be able to take my eyes off of you.â Veronica winked as Betty physically relaxed, leaning her back against Jugheads chest.
Kevin was nodding, his smile bright
âNext time let me know though, Iâm head of the yearbook committee and I would love to get some shots for âclass couple.â He winked and shoved Veronica softly into the classroom.
Jughead dropped his hands to Bettyâs shoulder and turned her around gently
Betty was quick to interrupt
âIâm sorry, they can be⊠a lot. Veronica doesnât know what sheâs talking about, I donât want you to feel pressured to put a label on this.. itâs notâŠâ she rambled before Jughead cut her off with a swift kiss
Pulling away he smiled at her dazed expression
âMan, my girlfriend talks a lot.â He smirked.
Bettyâs eyes instantly brightened and she smiled up at him.
âWell deal with it mister, youâre in it for the long haul⊠right?â She asked, a shy, questioning, smile on her face.
âYou bet I am.â He wrapped his fingers around hers and pulled her into the classroom, he couldnât wait for the long haul.
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