He’s bleeding from the huge gash on his forehead, his bike is in pieces of scrap metal on the side of River road and he’s fairly certain he’s missed his date with Tiffany… Taylor? No, it was definitely Tiffany. So yeah, he’s pissed.
Jughead Jones tucks his scratched up hands deep into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it against the wind, he inhales the familiar taste of tobacco and burnt paper and his shoulders finally slump in exhaustion.
This day sucks. It officially sucks, it’s sucked from the minute he set foot on the construction site to the time he walked into his second home, The Snake Sack Bar, he was tired, he was cranky and fuck if he wasn’t starving.
The blare of a truck horn shakes him out of his pity party, his redheaded best friend sticks his head out of the drivers seat window and grins
“Archie Andrews to the rescue! I’m here to save the damsel in distress.” He pulls to a stop beside Jughead as the dark haired man looks less than amused.
Archie’s eyes turn serious as he looks his friend over
“Seriously man, are you okay?”
Jughead shakes off his concern, he never quite got used to anyone caring about his wellbeing
“I’m fine, it’s my bike you should be worrying about. Look at her, she’s in pieces.” His hands are flailing frantically and Archie snorts
“Pieces doesn’t cover it. I don’t think even your uncle Harley can fix this buddy.” The all American boy drops a hand to Jugheads shoulder and begins to help him pick up all the pieces, throwing them into the back of his pickup.
“Mind telling me how this happened.” Archie treads carefully.
A low growl escapes Jugheads mouth,
“Jason Blossom and his goonies ran me off the road, probably has something to do with Jason taking over his dads construction company, probably doesn’t like that I’m working for Andrews Construction, or maybe they have something against the Serpents.” Jughead shifts in his jacket, the emblem displayed proudly on the back.
Archie snorts bitterly, a dangerous look flashing in his eyes
“Were 25 now, I figured the days of high school competition were behind us, he’ll never get over the fact that I stole quarterback away from him.”
Jughead shuddered at the mention of high school, that had not been a good time in his life and he very rarely revisits that place in his brain. He’s so much different now, ladies love him, he takes a new girl home every night. Gone is the gangly adolescent boy who hid behind bleachers, replaced by a filled out , muscular bad boy that drives all the girls who ignored him in high school mad. Damnit he could be showing that cheerleader Tiffany… Taylor, shit what was her name? whatever, he could be showing her the time of her life.
“I know a mechanic a town over, works real good with bikes. The shops open, I can take you there now.”
This is why Archie Andrews is his best friend, no matter what, they are always there for each other, it’s the way it’s been since they were four years old. Jugheads pressing some fancy satin scarf against the gash on his forehead as Archie mumbles something about Infection. They pull up to Pops Mechanic Shop and Jughead hops from the truck, he’s a bit woozier than he expected, his knees wobbly. Archie shoots him yet again, another concerned glance.
“I’m good dude, now where’s this mechanic you mentioned, I wanna talk to him about..”
He’s cut off abruptly by a distinctly feminine voice
“Archie Andrews, you better not have blown out your breaks again! I just fixed this truck last week.”
Jughead turns quickly to the voice behind him and nearly passes out. (It’s most definitely because of lack of blood, not the sexy creature before him.)
Standing In front of him is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, long tan legs are wrapped up in short denim overalls, a dirty, red rag is hanging from one of her pockets, her feet are tucked into heavy work boots. Jughead lets his eyes trail over her body all the way up to her toned,bronze arms, she’s covered in motor oil and dirt but it only makes that much sexier. her silky blonde hair is tied up in a messy bun, strands sticking to her sweaty forehead, her eyes are the color of freshly cut grass and her lips are so perfect it should be illegal.
“Nope not me this time Betty, check the back of the truck.”
As soon as she moves to the back her eyes widen
“Woah, holy… poor baby, what happened here?” For the first time since the conversation started Betty’s eyes are on his, ocean blue meeting meadow green, they linger on his before flickering to the steadily bleeding cut on his forehead
“It’s my bike.. well it was my bike. I kind of.. got into an accident.” He answers dumbly, she can obviously see that he was in accident. Dumbass.
“That needs stitches.”
She speaks so suddenly it takes Jughead by surprise
“The cut on your head, it needs stitches, you ripped it clean open. I can fix your bike, gonna take a while but I can get her running.”
Jugheads mind races to catch up with her
“Sure, shouldn’t be too hard. I’ve got some paperwork for you to fill out in the office, Arch I made cookies, there might still be some in the garage if the guys haven’t snatched them all up.”
A flash of red races to the garage, leaving Jughead to follow Betty.
The office is run down but usable,
“Do you have insurance?” Betty asks, her head buried in a filing cabinet, Jughead snorts causing her to look up a hesitant smile on her face.
“No.” the raven haired boy clarifies “no insurance.”
Betty nods, eyes understanding as she hands him a clipboard
“My prices are good, I won’t overcharge you, I can promise you I’m the only one who’s gonna be able to work on that bike.”
Jughead signs the paperwork quickly handing it back and sticking his hand out
“I’m Jughead Jones.”
The blonde chews on her lip for a Monet before taking his hand
“I’m Betty Cooper and I know who you are Mr.Jones” she grins wickedly and he smirks
He’s moving closer now, breathing in her air as she steps forward, face dangerously close to his own
“Mhmm, and that why I can say..” she trails off suggestively before taking a huge step back and shaking her shoulders
“I’m only interested in doing business with you, nothing more, nothing less. Your reputation precedes you Mr.Jones. I can’t count the amount of Husbands who come in here and try to sell their wives cars after you’ve broken their marriage up.” She giggled uncharacteristically before shoving his papers into the desk drawer
“So thank you but no Thankyou.” Just as she’s about to leave the room Jughead grips her wrist
“You don’t know me.” He speaks desperately, something about this woman makes him want to get on his knees and beg.
With sad eyes Betty looks down at his fingers holding her wrist.
“No.. but I know your kind.”
He wants to protest but Archie enters the room
“All set guys? Hey Betty, Veronica wanted me to tell you we’re coming over tonight, we’ve got a dinner party tomorrow and she has no clue what to wear.”
“I’ll be home.” The female mechanic smiles lazily.
All three of the adults head outside
“Well arch, I’ll see you tonight and Mr.Jones….”
“Tomorrow. I’ll be back tomorrow.” His eyes drill into hers and for a moment something flashes that he can’t quite catch but she’s quickly turning her back to both boys and walking back to work
“Whatever you say jones, see ya around.”
Archie looks back and forth between his two friends
“Everything okay? Hey if we speed I’m sure we can make it for your date with Tamara.”
Ahh Tamara, that was her name. Jughead stares out the passenger window and watches as Betty gets underneath a car, a wrench clenched in her fist.
“Nah, forget about Tamara. Hey you mind taking me to the ER, apparently I need stitches.”