juggie spots some guy sexually harassing Betty and his anger gets the best of him and he saves her while slightly scaring her at the same time
Thank-you so much for this prompt, it was actually a lot of fun to write. I have a few more in my ask box that I will be doing my best to get done as well. If there are any more requests, please feel free to send them in. Also I apologize in advance for any mistakes. I’m very sleepy and only read over to edit this once.
Betty huffed, lifting the ladle and pouring the red liquid into the cheap plastic disposable cup. She didn’t think she’d ever danced so much in her life.
She wasn’t planning to go to the prom. She’d just gone through a really tough breakup, and she wasn’t really feeling up to partying. But, Veronica had begged her to come. Ronnie wanted to attend the dance, because it was a “rite of passage” but Archie couldn’t take her because he had gone to visit his mom in Chicago for her birthday. So, she’d devised a plan that she, Betty and The Pussy Cats would all go stag together: and Betty didn’t have a say.
In the end, though, Betty was glad she had gone. It was a nice distraction from all the stress that was going on in her life.
“Nice dress, Cooper,” Betty could feel his breath in her ear, and she instinctively flinched away, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up.
“T-thanks,” she mumbled, carefully placing the ladle down on the ledge of the punch bowl. “Now if you’ll excuse me—”
She attempted to maneuver around the former football player, but he blocked her way, nearly spilling her punch in the process.
“Not so fast,” Chuck eyed her up and down, eyes lingering in places that made heat rush to Betty’s cheeks. He licked his lips. “Wanna dance?”
She knew if she said no, he’d press the issue, and she really didn’t feel like causing a big scene. She gritted her teeth. “Sure. Only one song, though. I gotta get back to my friends.”
“Of course,” he took her by the wrist, pulling her out onto the dance floor.
Much to the blonde’s dismay, a slow song began to play just as they reached the center of the dance floor. She tentatively placed her hands on his intimidatingly broad shoulders, arms outstretched in an attempt to create space between them. It turned out to be a moot effort as he pulled her into him, hands at the small of her back, creeping way too low for Betty’s liking.
Jughead, like he did at most dances, sat alone on the bleachers. It wasn’t out of pathetic-ness, though. He liked to people watch. He liked to observe from the sidelines. He preferred it this way.
Tonight, though, he was admittedly watching really only one person: Betty. She looked beautiful as ever, dancing with Veronica and Josie in her deep purple dress that was breathtakingly beautiful, hugging her in all the right places before flowing out at her knees.
Why had he come here? Dances weren’t really his thing. He technically wasn’t even supposed to be here. But he’d bought the tickets back before he’d transferred schools. Before he became a Serpent. Before he’d broken Betty’s heart. But the answer was obvious: he’d wanted to see her.
While she was the reason he came, it was now the reason he wished he hadn’t; seeing her so happy without him was torture. He didn’t know which was worse: seeing her cry and knowing he was the reason, or seeing her dance and laugh and smile, as if she didn’t have a care in the world when he was still reeling from their break up.
He was going to leave. He’d had enough. He was going to drive his dad’s beat up truck home and never come back to Riverdale High again. There was nothing left for him. There’d been nothing left for him for a long time.
He stood, grabbing his keys, and was already halfway down the bleachers when she saw them. At first he felt a twinge of jealousy at the sight of Betty in Chuck’s arms, his hands wandering along her backside. Why the hell would she be dancing with him, of all people? Especially in a way that suggested that later they’d be doing more than dancing. After everything he’d done.
The jealousy, however, quickly turned to anger when he really realized what was happening. When he saw her pushing back against him, hands slapping and swatting away his as he kept groping and tugging at her ass and her dress.
His rage was blinding, causing everything he saw to be white hot, with a red tinge. He didn’t realize what he was doing until he’d pulled Betty away from him, nearly knocking her over if it weren’t for the fact that Moose was nearby to catch her, his knuckles colliding with the asshole’s nose.
Jughead braced himself for a retaliation, but to his surprise, Chuck began to laugh. “Here you go again, Jones. Defending your little Serpent Slut.” The comment earned him a second punch, which he wasn’t expecting and this time it was harder, making contact with the would-be quarter back’s jaw, hard enough to bust his lip. He clutched his chin, and Jughead delivered a third blow to his stomach, and Chuck keeled over in pain. Jughead leaned into him, speaking low at his ear.
“Do you know how easy it’d be to end you?” Chuck looked up, and the raven-haired boy reveled in the fear in his eyes. “Almost too easy. Don’t forget who I run with. Leave her alone or I swear to God, I’ll—”
Jughead turned, his eyes meeting Betty’s green ones for the first time in what felt like lifetimes. They were beautiful as ever, the blue tint to them really coming out in the soft lighting. They were wide, afraid.
Betty had never seen Jughead so mad before. Sure, he’d punched Chuck on his birthday that one time, and she’d seen him get angry in their bickers, but never like this, and to be honest, it terrified her. She didn’t think he was capable of that kind of rage, that kind of intimidation.
“He’s not worth it,” she whispered.
Jughead drew in a deep breath, releasing Chuck, who quickly made his way elsewhere. He turned toward her.
“You okay?” he asked, gently rubbing up and down her arms.
“Oh my God, Betty!” Veronica gasped, and Betty turned as she pulled her into a consoling hug. “I tried to get over here when I first saw the fight start but the huddle was so dense…”
“I’m fine Ronnie, thanks to—” she pulled away, turning to reference her dark-haired protector, but was met with confusion when she found he was gone.
“C’mon, let’s get back to Josie,” the raven-haired girl pulled Betty across the room, all the while the blonde kept looking back, looking for her raven-haired knight in shining armor.