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My skirt is crawling up again. I twitch it back into place and shift uncomfortably in my chair in the lawyer’s office. I’m not sure why I’m here, really. Haymitch Abernathy was my uncle, but mostly he was just an annoying pain in my ass who spent family diners criticizing my decisions from the other side of his highball glass.
So when his lawyer called after his funeral and said my presence was needed at the reading of his will, I was floored. At best, Haymitch only tolerated me. Why in God’s name he’d leave anything to me while that crazy wife of his had her claws firmly clenched on the wallet where he kept his dotcom millions was a complete mystery. I’d immediately decided not to go. The lawyer could call me later.
The reason for my change of mind is sitting right beside me, holding my hand and projecting an aura of confidence while Effie, Haymitch’s wife, covertly sneaks glances in our direction and thinly veils her irritation at our presence.
Peeta convinced me that it was disrespectful to not attend the reading if I’d been asked to be there, but honestly, I think he just wanted a front seat to the drama. The corner of his mouth twitches every time he catches Aunt Effie staring at us. If she was only looking at him, I’d understand. My boyfriend, with his brawny physique and golden hair, looks hot in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, but he’s devastating in his navy sports jacket, white shirt and orange tie. He shifts in his chair and winks at me. The shit. He’s loving every second of Eff-zilla’s reaction to our attendance.
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3. “Keep sweet-talking and this will go a whole new direction.”
“Stop messing with it, you
look great.” Betty groaned for like the millionth time, slapping his right hand
inches before it went to fidget once again with the silk grey tie around his neck. For the whole half hour they were standing
looking elegant and fancy by the mahogany double entrance, her boyfriend couldn’t stop
squirming around his lanky limps or nervously poking at each and every item that his
outfit consisted of.
Today was the twins’ christening and Jughead Jones along with Betty Cooper were the honorees of the evening, being the godparents of the two perpetually cheerful babies.
“I can’t help it, I feel
awkward.” Jughead fired back in a hushed whisper, eyeing the people that were
now filling the small chapel, offering tight lip smiles to every distant
relative of the Cooper - Blossom family Betty warmly welcomed with her usual dashing
“It doesn’t help if you look
awkward too.” Kevin chipped in from behind the couple, dressed in a maroon
colored suit and killing it, waiting for Veronica and Archie to appear so for
the three of them to take their assigned seats.
At Jughead’s more panicky
expression, Betty threw a cold glare over her shoulder at her best friend,
silently demanding for him to shut up, the perfectly coiffured guy raising his hands in fake innocence. “Juggie, it is just a small ceremony.” She spoke in her most sweet and sugary voice, her French style
manicured nails running over his tie as her fingers fixed it with great care. “It’ll
be over before you even notice it, I promise.” She smiled warmly at him, his
blue eyes scanning her face and contagious grin for a moment before he went
back to his nervous mode.
“What if I forget my words?
What if she starts crying and I can’t shush her? Oh God, what if I drop her?” he rambled in panic, eyes nearly falling off their sockets at the possibility of the last sentence as his mind created the
“What if a meteor strikes in
the middle of the christening and all of us go spiraling in pieces all around
the universe?” Kevin’s snarky voice interfered again the couple’s conversation, him taking great joy at pestering a rarely anxious Jughead Jones, and this
time Betty pressed hard the heel of her left midnight blue sandal against his
black polished Oxford shoe, the boy yelling in pain and Betty offering him a “you
deserved this” side glance. She then took her boyfriend gently by the elbow,
leading him further inside the church at a small corner.
“Juggie, listen to me.” She spoke
softly. “Polly picked you to be Lizzie’s godfather for a reason. First of all
because you’re good with her, you’re good with children. You are the one that
made her laugh for the first time, the one that she is always giggly and hyper
around. I swear she’s my biggest competition when it comes to your attention.” Jughead
cracked a small smile at that and Betty giggled, remembering the numerous times
the small child would complain against her mother’s arms or throw a tantrum if Jughead was in the room
and he was not holding her, instead being preoccupied with cuddling his
beautiful girl. At least Betty knew her niece had good taste in men.
“And she chose you because you
are you;” he ran her hands up his arms until she laced her fingers behind his
neck, rocking against his body “sweet, caring, loyal, protective, with the
highest moral code of all of us and the most passion and drive to succeed, always
standing independently on your own feet.” Betty listed some of the many pros of Jughead’s character, seeing him leave a cooing sigh at her encouraging words,
trying to ease his nerves. “You’re the most suitable one for the role, Juggie.
Lizzie is going to be so lucky to have you in her life.” When Polly had
proposed him being a godparent along with Betty for the twins, he was not sure
he could handle such responsibility. Now with her in his arms and the way he appeared
in her eyes, he knew he was going to be just fine.
“You really think so?” he
breathed, double-checking and prepping him up for the big event.
“I know so.” She confidently
replied in a heartbeat. “Plus, I can’t tell you enough how damn handsome you
look in this suit.” She added secretly, green eyes giving him a once over for the nth time that day and
the corner of her lips tugging up in appreciation at the sight.
Jughead raised his eyebrows, in shocked amusement. “Are you shamelessly flirting with me under the watchful eye of God, Elizabeth Cooper?” he gasped in fake offence, tightening the hold of
his arms around the silk material of her elegant dress at the small of her waist.
“I’m just appreciating the
beauty in the world.” She shrugged in a what seemed like innocent girly manner
but he knew better. “And damn baby, the way this button-up clings against your
abs can only be considered as a masterpiece.” She hummed in appreciation and
bit her lip as her palm delivered a heavy caress over the bark blue silk that was
glued to the front of his muscular chest, feeling her cheeks heat up and not be
able to restrain herself from letting her hand linger dangerously close to the
waistband of his grey slacks, making him hiss and exhale a deep breath to now calm
his teenage hormones.
“Keep sweet-talking, Betts, and
this will go a whole new direction.” He warned feeling his self-control
slipping, as he took hold of her wrist to remove her hand from that code red
area against his body, the fact that she
also looked like a bombshell in her off shoulder baby blue dress and sky high
heels, a total change of paste from her usual comfy sweaters and skin tight
not really helping with the situation either.
“That’s what I’m aiming for.” Betty
sent him a look full of promises under her thicker for ther occasion eyelashes, Jughead
slightly groaning at those green eyes that always triggered something inside
him. “Keep the suit when you swing by my room later tonight. I can already think of a
few ways for us to break it in.”
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