Caught up on Speed
Betty was fast.
She loved speed, anything quick and smooth had her heart.
She blamed her dad, he would prop her up on a stool in his garage as he worked on some new sports car grinning at her when the engine would rev.
After every successful repair he would take her for a drive around town in whatever fast car he was working on at the moment.
As she got older she realized the adrenaline she got from riding shotgun in a corvette was nothing compared to the feeling of running down the school track, the concrete pounding under her sneakers as the trees blurred around her.
I guess her heart got caught up in all that speed too , because she didn’t think it was possible to fall in love with someone as fast as she did Archie Andrews.
Archie was always happy to comply to the speed she wanted to go, keeping her satisfied along with so many other girls.
She figured that was what happened when you fell in love, it wasn’t fair of her to keep him all too herself when he was so great.
But, she was getting older she was going to be a junior this year and watching all the couples finally become official she couldn’t help but feel hurt when she spilled her heart to Archie for him to only tell her, he would never feel the same way.
And then there was jughead.
He made you laugh, he was smart and wise beyond his years always coming up with a witty comeback or a movie quote to relate to the situation, and those eyes.
You couldn’t really avoid them when you found yourself staring right into them almost every time you came to pops.
Not to mention the fact that he had totally saved you from smacking Archie square in the face, when the insensitive jerk wouldn’t stop going on about his new love. For some reason you felt much more relaxed with this moody boy than you did with your supposed best friend.
On that thought process, why did he seem so protective of you?
You figured you were the one who did the protecting in this secret friendship you’d made up.
You could remember the quiet arguments with weatherby about the dark haired boy being treated unfairly by students and teachers.
Always making sure his booth was open when he came to Pops,
(You had to threaten quite a few people to keep his safe space, safe.)
And taking his jacket one day when he got up to the bathroom , only to bring it back the next day , sewn and washed good as new.
That was how this worked wasn’t it? You admired him from afar, knowing he would never be interested in you like that, so settling for the boy next door. That was routine. It was normal.
But apparently normal was totally overrated when you found the boy of your thoughts sliding into your booth and agreeing to join the school paper, with very little begging.
What a weird day.
Tightening your sneakers l, you figured a midnight run would clear all these crazy thoughts out of your head.
Mom would absolutely kill you if she found out you were running around riverdale with Jason blossoms murderer still on the loose.
It was a good thing mom was too doped up on sleeping pills to wake up for the next nine hours.
Six miles in, your lungs were burning and the ache in your calves told you it was time to turn back.
“Two times in one day, green eyes, what kind of luck do I have?”
Betty whipped around so fast her earbuds went flying out of her ears.
Standing about two feet away from her was none other than the mysterious boy she couldn’t get out of her head
Looking around her eyes widened, she hadn’t even realized she’d run right into the south side, current home of jughead and the scariest thing to hit riverdale
The Southside Serpents.