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thekillingquill · 7 years

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Dark Side of Your Room | Episode 1

This is a sequel to At the Drive-In. However, having read the prequel is not necessarily a requirement. I leave that up to your discretion.

At The Drive-In: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 + Epilogue

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Pairing: Jughead x Reader, Jughead x Betty Word Count: 1,465 Warnings: I probably put some swear words in at some point. This story will traverse into uncharted waters in later chapters. This is due to Riverdale being off the air until October. Summary: Jughead and Reader reconnect at Southside High where he notices that she’s wearing a very familiar leather jacket. A/N: There was some weird formatting and I tried to fix it. Apologies if anything is off. This sequel was inspired by @tasteofswallowedwords and @forsythe-pendleton-jones-iv who each had like eight questions about the epilogue for At the Drive-In. Their questions inspired additional content that I had in my head, but never put into words. Feel free to let me know if you had any questions :) they could inspire me!

We always say that we’ll keep in touch Nobody does but it don’t matter much

She’s heading towards the cafeteria with three of her friends from English when she thinks she sees a prince straight out of a Disney movie standing by the payphones. Her laughter freezes on her tongue when their eyes meet and she feels like there is too much blood pumping through her body at once. Seeing him in the halls of Southside High steals all of the air from her lungs and blocks out all ambient noise.

She is cursed to love Jughead Jones the Third for the rest of her young life.

Though the hall remained full of students, she only had eyes for him. She managed to find the social graces to make an excuse up for her friends before she starts moving towards him. It is entirely possible that she has fallen asleep in class. This could all be a dream. If it is, she wants to make sure she gets the most out of it.

When he is close enough, she lunges at him with her arms wide open. He is real and trapped within the unending circle of her arms. His nose bumps her earlobe and she shudders against him, squeezing her eyes shut against the tears. On more than one occasion she has spent her night wishing that she’d found a way to bottle up his intoxicating scent. She took this opportunity to get her fill, knowing that this could very well be the last time all over again.

“It’s so good to see you,” she admits to his neck, pressing her face closer to his flushed skin. This is what he does to her. He cracks her open in ways that no one else ever could with no effort at all. His warmth, his scent, his entire being disarms her in milliseconds.

She is cold when he pulls back from her, until his hands gently cups her elbows. This slight touch is a warm breeze on an autumn day. She watches his dark eyes moving rapidly over her face and she can’t help but to smile at him fondly. The focus of his hungry eyes raking over her features is the spark of electricity in a summer storm: dangerous, beautiful, and promising.

“What are you doing here?” He asks breathlessly. With one question, Jughead Jones has blocked out the sun that had been warming her skin and she is left shivering. She should have known that Jughead was too wrapped up in the drama of his own life to notice. It explains why he had never reached out to her before this, because the boy she thought she knew would have shown up in the middle of a storm and offered her his jacket with fake reluctance.

She smiles because she’s still drunk on his scent and is strong enough to swallow down the knot of tangled emotions (sadness, anger, heartbreak, disbelief) to give him an answer.

“Not too long after the drive-in closed, there was a big storm brewing. It was the biggest storm to ever hit and someone called the police. When Sheriff Keller showed up he saw all of the destruction and I was put into foster care. My dad and I still see each other all the time, but I can’t be around my mom.” It is an abridged version of the second worst night of her life and the only way she can tell him what happened without making a scene at school. Jughead steps closer to her and she feels his thumb subconsciously stroking the leather covering her elbows.

“Did she hurt you?” Jughead asks her softly. The concern in his eyes burns through her and she is choked by her own emotion. It has been months, but she has never volunteered this story to anyone and only three people have ever demanded the truth of her.

Jughead’s soft words and kind touch makes her want to tell him. She looks at the students in the hall, which is as close to empty as it ever gets at Southside High, and pulls away from his gentle touch to gesture for Jughead to lean down. Her cheek brushes up against the warmth of his cheek and she almost forgets why they’re so close.

“She came at me with a knife.” She confesses in a whisper. “By the time Sheriff Keller showed up she had already cut me.” She pulls back from Jughead and steels herself for the reveal. With a fierce determination, she shrugs her shoulder so that the leather jacket slips down her arm to reveal her imperfection to him.

It took weeks for her to stop obsessing over it. Every time she looked at it she saw flashes of lightning and so that’s how she started referring to it: being touched by lightning. She shudders when Jughead runs his finger over the length of her scar.

“I’m so sorry,” he says while looking at it. His eyes are sad and there is so much depth to his words and his sympathetic expression that she is suddenly lost at sea without a life vest. She tosses her elbow out and up, sliding the jacket over her scar to avoid drowning in these high tides.

“It’s okay. Things are better for me now.” She tells him, giving them each a life preserver. She’s not even lying for his benefit. Things are better for her now, but the best she’d ever been was alone with him at the drive-in, her face pressed to his back and her hand tracing the skin on his lower abdomen.

“Are you… are you happy?” Jughead asks. He looks like he’s swallowed a bug and she can’t help but to grin. He looks so troubled that she pulls him into her once more and sways him from side to side like she would to any of her friends who require some comfort.

“I am, Jughead, I really am. I just wish you could be, too.” She pulls away and steps back from him, lest she be tempted to keep touching him. She’d thought she kicked this habit, but his energy was just as addictive to her now as it was then. Her time being clean was over, and she was jonesing for her next fix.

She tilts her head and gestures for them to continue down the hall, ignoring the usual teenage stupidity as they go.

“So last I heard you were living with Archie Andrews. How’d you end up at Southside?” It is a question that she has been dying to ask since she first saw him by the payphones. She was torn between happy to see him and worried for him. She had no doubt in her mind that he would do well here, he was a legacy after all, but he had such a good thing back at Riverdale High.

“Things at Archie’s didn’t work out. I’m with a southside foster family now.” They reach the doors of the cafeteria and she’s not sure she can go inside right now. She pauses and feels the pocket of her jacket for a quarter, hoping that if she calls he’ll be able to pick up. She looks up at Jughead with a fond smile, memorizing his features.

“I guess that means I’ll be seeing you around.” She starts walking backwards, keeping him in her sights for as long as possible. There is a whisper in her mind telling her that once he is out of her sight, he’ll be gone forever. Back to where he belongs, with who he belongs. The four friends, two couples, sharing milkshakes in their booth at Pop’s where she and Jughead used to sit together in silence for hours.

“Yeah, I’ll see you.” He’s watching her walk away and it makes her feel powerful. She sways her hips from side to side subconsciously, watching him watch her. It’s the kind of foreplay that she excels in.

She turns around before she can embarrass herself, forgetting for a moment just whose jacket she is currently wearing and what it will mean to Jughead when he sees it. Her mind is cloudy with his scent and completely lost to the memories of their last night together. She is reliving the feeling of his warm skin under her hands, over and over again as she walks away all the while knowing that Betty Cooper now has the privilege of touching him each night and smelling like him in the morning. Betty gets to taste him whenever she wants to.

It’s clear to her that Betty and Jughead have the potential to be in love. If they aren’t yet, she’s sure they will be soon. It doesn’t change anything for her, though.

She is cursed to love Jughead Jones the Third for the rest of her young life.

You were my last young renegade heartache It only took one night Caught in the eye of a hurricane darlin’ we had to say goodbye

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