“Ho-ly shit. You guys.” Veronica slid into the seat next to Betty, closing her hand around Betty’s straw - which Betty was still holding, actually, which was kind of awkward but barely registered on the scale of someone who had kissed her on their second day of meeting - and drawing it to her lips.
I LAUGHED ALOUD
“No offence, Bets, you know I love you, but isn’t this something you’d rather be talking to Veronica about? Or, like, anyone else? Please?”
jughead and human emotions: a hate story
I’m pretty sure Cheryl’s not trying to take Veronica away from you.” Jealousy clawed at her chest. “I’d like to see her try.” She hated the roughness of her voice even as it made her feel powerful.
\o/ YAS \o/
She wondered where she would have been right now if Veronica hadn’t rolled into town like her own personal avenging angel, sorting out 16 years of pining over Archie the first week, with enough time left over to make Betty a cheerleader and inspire her to start standing up for herself. Betty thought about Veronica a lot.
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