Teach Me To Love Again - Chapter One (Bughead AU)
Summary: Philophobia: The fear of falling in love or emotional attachment.
Riverdale High’s new History teacher, Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third, is prickly, rude, and spends more times hanging out with the kid’s smoking outside than he does in the teacher’s lounge. Betty Cooper, fellow staff member and tutor to his younger sister, is determined not to let him get her down. But when old feelings from high school days start to resurface, it might be hard to ignore the magnetic attraction.
A/N: As promised… here is the first chapter of my collab with @tory-b!! We’re super excited and this is literally our baby so please leave feedback:)
“I hope he’s hot,” Veronica announced, cutting through the previously melancholy atmosphere, “We need some more eye candy at that school.”
Betty let her gaze fall to her vanilla milkshake and had to bite back a smile at the crestfallen expression on Archie’s face as Veronica fantasized about their new colleague. They had worked together at Riverdale High for just over two years - when Veronica moved from New York - and he had been following her around like an adorable puppy ever since. She felt Kevin nudge her foot under the table and she coughed lightly to hid her giggles as he rolled his eyes at her dramatically. Neither Veronica or Archie seemed to notice.
“Don’t get your hopes up V,” Kevin sighed. “He was a professor at NYU and taught Modern American History. If that isn’t code for crazy old man then I don’t know what is.”
“Don’t jinx it Kev, he might be gay” Betty joked.
“Maybe” Kevin mused, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
“Well maybe I’m looking for a sugar daddy,” Veronica teased, winking at Kevin from across the table.
“V you practically are the town’s sugar daddy,” Betty laughed, earning a grin from her best-friend.
“Alright then, I’m looking for a new pet,” Veronica confessed. “I’ve had my way with almost all the attractive men in Riverdale and I’m bored,” she pouted. Betty noticed Archie scowl and quickly moved to change the subject from her best friend’s romantic endeavors.
“Well all the changes to the curriculum this year has been driving me nuts! I’ve had to create lesson plans for three new novels and Beloved has been removed from the syllabus. I love that book.” The blonde girl sighed, picking at the french fries that she had previously barely touched. She had been working as Riverdale High’s English teacher ever since she graduated from Riverdale University five years ago. Beloved was always her favorite novel in the curriculum; she’d studied it at school herself.
“Don’t get me started,” Kevin grumbled. “The funding for The Arts is beyond a joke this year. How am I supposed to put on Les Misérables with no money? I don’t want it to be that authentic. And yet, Riverdale High’s precious football team appear to be entirely unaffected by the cuts.” Kevin added, eyeing Archie suspiciously. “Tell me your secret Andrews,” he demanded.
“Very true,” Veronica mused, a curious expression on her face. “Spit it out Archikins!”
Archie’s reply was innocent enough, “Weatherbee just likes football I guess. Maybe the new teacher can help me coach the team?” he asked suddenly, determined to get probing questions and eyes off of him.
“Or…” Betty mused, “he could help me re-open The Blue and Gold! I’ve been bugging Weatherbee for years and this might finally be the year he lets me do it. Especially if I have another teacher on my side!” she realised excitedly.
Veronica just rolled her eyes. “Look at all of you with your extra-curricular activities, how adorable!” she said smugly.
Being Riverdale High’s Mathematics teacher, Veronica didn’t have any clubs to run for enthusiastic students. She argued it was because nobody actually liked maths, herself included. Betty always wondered how her best-friend could teach a subject she had no interest in, but Veronica always assured her that it was better than staying in New York where her father was engaged in a criminal court case for fraud, so Betty didn’t ask questions. Besides, Veronica insisted that maths was sexy, and if Archie’s behaviour was anything to go by, she was right.
Betty turned around when she heard the familiar chime of the diner’s welcome bell and noticed an alarming number of her students amble through the door, clearly about to take over the diner in their last night of freedom before the beginning of the school term tomorrow. A couple of them waved at her, but most of them ignored the group of adults sitting in their regular booth, a dooming reminder that the summer was over.
“I think that is our cue to leave,” Kevin observed. “I don’t get paid to supervise teenagers outside of school hours.”