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A big voice booms from a blonde firecracker in a leather jacket at an old saloon full of raggedy bikers, young and old.
" Everyone gather 'round, I have news. Southside High is closing, which means we are traveling across the tracks for the time being until the mayor figures out what the hell she's doing with us. You may not like it, but that's the way it is. You have a problem with it, I will personally cut off your serpent tattoo with a butter knife. This meeting is concluded, end of story. We start tomorrow and if you aren't there, hell will rise. If I were you, I wouldn't want that. Dismissed." She waved them off as they walked away. She walked over to the bar where a ragged old man was sitting with a tall glass of whiskey stuck in his hand.
" Hey FP. What do you think about all this? You're being a little too quiet for my liking there old timer." She said, laughing roughly. Her hair lightly tossed over the side of her shoulder, as she smiled at the scruffy father figure before her.
There was only one explanation about it, but she just didn't want to hear it. She had finally grown past Jughead Jones, her first love. She stared down the man as he took a sip of his Tennessee whiskey, before slamming the glass firm on the counter top to meet her eyes. She had been searching for answers in him, yet she hadn't found them.
" You listen here girl I'm not old." He paused, puzzling her. "I'm just an old looking drunk." He chuckled lightly, smacking his hand against the firm leather on her back. "To be honest with you Betty, I think you guys are overreacting about this. You can look after my son for me while you're there anyway. " He said, sleazily drinking a drink from a newly poured glass. There it was, Betty had thought. Her defeat by the mention of him.
" You mean Jug? I haven't seen him years. We lost contact a couple months back, I heard he's got a girl now. I think her name is Toni? Ronnie? Something like that. I don't know. Hell, he's probably scared of me after all those north siders have gotten to him. I will forever be dumbfounded on the way he turned. He chose himself over all of us, over me. I really thought he loved me FP. " She said, looking to the floor and letting her guard down to FP. She sat down on the bar stool beside him, wondering what life would've been like if Jug didn't leave. She sat there for a long moment and thought about if Jug still called and why he didn't in reality. She missed him terribly, though she could never show it. For a minute there, she almost did. She silently cursed herself, as FP glanced at her and sighed.
" It's ok to miss him, Betty. I hope you know that. You can't be a hard ass all the time. I know he was so much more than a friend to you and I will forever be grateful for the man he was to you, and wonder why he left you as he did. He was your everything here and he moved on, something no one wouldn't expected of him. One thing I know for sure, is that boy loved you more than anything. He probably always will." Fp said, hearing Betty yawn. " Go get some sleep. Make sure if you need to, kick ass tomorrow." He said, winking at her with a sly smile. She chuckled at the remark and waved as she walked out of the saloon.
She got home, took off her jacket and immediately fell asleep that night. She had never thought once about what would happening about the day following, though she dreamt of the boy who she shouldn't have. She woke many times that evening, spiraling in fits of rage and hurt. She knew it was because of him. When Jughead first left this had occurred, and had only recently stopped. It has seemed she was relapsing on the nightmare of Jughead Jones. By the fifth wake up call, she knew Jughead Jones would be sorry once again. She awoke to her alarm the next morning and got in the shower to wash any unwanted grease off her body. She wanted to make a different impression than anticipated last night so she decided on a bold statement rather than a small highlight. She texted the serpents to follow her lead. She got dressed in a lacy black bra, tight jeans, and threw on her serpent jacket. She then grabbed her strapped high-heeled boots and tied them tightly, swiping crimson across her lips with a pout. She was going to make a statement no one would see coming through the doors of Riverdale High. One the Jughead Jones would never see coming.
She arrived at the meeting place where all the serpents of Riverdale High were to meet. They all whistled and cheered at their leaders appearance, as she waved upon entering. She was the leader of the Serpents, one of the few female serpents, and a badass bitch, all at the same time. They were more than ready to open the doors of Riverdale High. Betty, anxious to give a show, shouted a chant of remark to the serpents as they called in return. They all got in formation, readying themselves for their side to be opened. As the doors opened, Betty in the center, she charged to the middle of the hallway where the the school was already divided; Serpents on one side and North siders on the other. In the front of the North siders, sit a boy with baby blue eyes, in complete awe. He had never expected Betty Cooper to walk through those doors, and never expected her to look the way she did. Just the way he left her all those years ago. Without her, it felt like ages had passed. Now, seeing her again, he knew there was hell to pay with the likes of Elizabeth Cooper.
" Alright listen up, we are not afraid of you. Call us what you want but we don't mess around. We are the Southside Serpents. We are here to make a statement, for better or worse. If you don't like it, there will be blood and lets just say, it won't be from us." She turned and noticed the boy in the front of the North siders. His eyes were still a painted blue sky and his hair still swooped effortlessly. She studied him, noticing a yellow and blue letterman jacket over his shoulders, causing he blood to boil. It killed her, she felt like she had been spat on.
" Betty Cooper. Man have I missed you." He said, walking towards her. The crowd behind him, absolutely dumbfounded. He stopped inches from her face, breathe to skin ratio sickening her. She pushed him back slightly, surprising him.
" Sure doesn't feel like it, Would it have killed you to call? " She said, walking to meet him once again. " Tell me, is it true you became a bigger dick every minute you've been gone?"
" Maybe, you'd never know." He said, smirking. She rolled her eyes in response, classic Jones. Never once in her life had she despised him so much. The only person she would have admitted to loving, was still the same stubborn dick she had grown to love. He was truly her immortal.
" Save the smart ass comments for your girlfriend, I don't want to hear it, not anymore. Your father wants a call, he misses you. Maybe one day you'll think about how much I actually loved you when you feel it." She said, punching him in the face. With a new face with the name of Toni Topaz, running to his side. " Tell me again Jones, did you miss me?" She said, kneeling to him and spitting on him in disgust. " Or was that just your non-existent calls talking?"