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It had been weeks since you had had a proper date with your boyfriend, Jughead Jones but you had finally made him take a break from his novel and the Blue and Gold to take you to Pop’s but he hadn’t showed up. You sat there and watched the people stream in, couples holding hands, siblings and their parents laughing while deciding what to eat, friends chatting at the retro booths and then you, alone with your milkshake that you had gotten to share with Jughead which was too big for just you. You sighed and slid out of the booth, waved goodbye to a tired looking Mrs Lodge and made your way back to your house. The cold air hitting your bones, making you shiver. You hunched your shoulders and bowed your head against the cold and wind.
You awoke to the sound of tapping on your window. Groggily you rolled over to see a face peering at you from outside. You sat up quickly, now fully awake and ready to scream but before you could your brain recognized the face staring at you from the frosted glass. You narrow your eyes at Jughead and roll away from him. “Please (Y/N), it's really cold out here.” Jughead pleaded, his voice was muffled because of the glass. I groaned and rolled back to look at him. His eyes stared at me expectantly. I sat up and stared at him through the glass before I gave in and opened the window. He crawled in and crawled over my bed to get to the floor. He collapsed in my arm chair and he wrapped the blanket that was on it around himself and patted the space near him. I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you kidding me right now Jughead?” Jughead just stared at you in confusion. You could see his brain turning, trying to figure out why you were upset and what he had done to make you upset. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “You have no clue do you?” Jughead just looked at you, confusion and panic spread out on his face. You turn away from him and played with the papers on your desk. “I waited, I waited for 3 hours for you to show up and you never did, you didn’t even remember that our anniversary was today.” You watched Jughead from the corner of eye, watched as his went from confusion to guilt and shame. He placed his head in his hands and groaned. “(Y/N) I’m so sorry, it completely slipped my mind, I’ve been so busy lately with the novel and Betty and I have started up the Blue and Gold again so that’s taken up heaps of time as well.” Jughead continued, explaining all the missed dates and ignored messages but my mind was stuck on one thing. He was spending all this time with Betty. You had never really gotten to know Betty, you normally stuck to yourself and only really hung out with Archie as he and Jughead were best friends. You stared at Jughead until he realized something wasn’t write and slowly went quiet. “What…what’s wrong?” He asked. “Betty?” You simply say. Jughead looks at you confused “Yeah, what about her?”
“You’ve been with Betty all the time we were supposed to be together?” You say. Jughead rolls his eyes and sighs. “It’s not like that (Y/N), Betty is just a really good friend and she’s been having a really tough time with her family, I wanted to be there for her.” He said. At that your mind thinks and dark thought, a thought that you didn’t want to know the answer to but it stumbled out of your mouth before you could stop it. “Is that where you were today/” Jughead stops talking and looks at you, he bites his lip and wrings his hands. Your mouth falls open and your eyes tear up. You close your eyes not wanting to cry in front of Jughead. “Oh my God…you spent our anniversary with some other girl, what the fuck Jughead?” You say. You open the door and gesture for him to leave. You didn’t want to see his face, you wanted to curl up and cry. You needed him to leave but he just stood up and grabbed your arms. “(Y/N) please, it wasn’t like that okay, we were talking to her sister and we found a stashed car and then it was lit on fire and it’s just been a busy night and it wasn’t like I wanted to spend our anniversary with Betty but it…just happened.” He says. Your breath hitches in your throat and you feel anger start to bubble in your stomach. You knew yourself enough to know that when your chest like this that you won’t be able to control the words that will come out of your mouth faster than you can process them.
“I can’t believe you Jughead, I can’t believe that after everything we’ve been through that you would just discard me for some blonde cheerleader who prefers your best friend over you anyway.” You say, your back was still turned on him but that air around you grew tense and you could feel the anger radiating from Jughead.
“You shouldn’t talk about things you don’t understand (Y/N), Betty is more than some stupid, blonde cheerleader with a crush on the Jock, she’s smart and kind and if you had bothered to get to know my friends and their personalities instead of distancing yourself from everyone around you, you would know this.” He said, his voice was dangerously low and you could tell that he had taken a step closer to you. You and Jughead and never fought, a few disagreements here and there but nothing you couldn’t forgive, nothing you could forget unlike this fight and unlike what he just said. You whirled around to face him, your eyebrows lowered and eyes dark with anger. “You’ve never complained about that before, why is it such a big deal now, do you want me to get to know your future girlfriend?’ You say sarcastically. Jughead rolled his eyes and crossed his arms “Sure, I want you to get to know Betty because I want to break up with you and date her instead and I want you to know who Betty is before I do that, makes perfect sense (Y/N).” He says. You step back from his and clench your hands in fists, your fingernails digging into your palms so hard you could feel the skin break. “Thank you Jughead for that perfect analysis of my comment, it was really needed and really appreciated. Do you want to scuttle off to Betty so she can give you a gold star for your good work?” You say, the sarcasm dripped of every word but Jughead was unaffected, he had dealt with your sarcasm for 3 years now and knew how to respond with his own sarcasm every time but this was different. Jughead shifted, his posture changed and he just stared at you with cold, dark anger. “I’m so sick of this, I’m sick of you making fun of my friends every chance get, I mean…how would you even know why I need them, you’ve never had anyone to care about before so instead you do what? You make fun of the thing you can’t have, what are you going to do next (Y/N), make fun of my parents?” He says. It hits you hard and Jughead knew it. His eyes closed and pressed his lips tightly together. You feel your body relax with shock and the tears that you had tried to fight fell. One after the other until they were streaming down your face. “(Y/N) I’m so sorry, I’m just mad at you and you know my brain, I just say the first thing that comes into my mind and…” Jughead rambles on and on about how sorry he was but you didn’t hear him. You collapse on your bead and your body sags. Jughead moves to sit near you but you lift your hand and pressed it into his stomach. You stand up so that your centimeters away from his face and start walking to your door, pushing him along with you. You reach your door and you slowly push him out whispering “Get out, don’t come back and don’t talk to me…ever again.” Jughead’s face fall and he grabs your face with his hands. “No please don’t do this (Y/N), I need you, I love you please (Y/N, please.” He whispers softly, planting kisses on your cheeks, kissing away your tears. “Jughead get out!” You say, louder this time. He just shakes his head and continues to kiss your face. You shove him out your door and into the hallway “GET OUT JUGHEAD!” You yell before slamming the door and locking it. You crawl back into your bed and scream into your pillow, missing Jughead’s heavy footsteps down the stairs and the slam of the front door. You cry yourself to sleep that night, something you hadn’t done in 3 years.