Betty gets detention and juggie is there. They spend heaps of time together and end up getting together
this is AU where the Blue and Gold doesn’t exist and Betty looked into the murders alone, she and Jughead hadn’t started dating yet and Jughead and Archie have not become friends again. Set around the time of F.P.’s arrest.
Betty shuddered, feeling the wall at her back reverberate at the volume of her mother’s shouts for her. She stood from her perch on the window ledge. She had been waiting for this moment for the hour between her entry to the Cooper residence and her mother’s. Her fingernails bit into the scarred skin of her palms as she mentally prepared herself to face the rage of her mother, the formidable Alice Cooper.
Detention. The word followed her like the stench of a skunk through the halls of Riverdale High. The perfect Betty Cooper had detention. Word traveled fast in a town as small as Riverdale. Another Cooper girl fallen from grace in the eyes of their mother and the community that had been waiting for the fall of the picture perfect Coopers ever since the rise of Alice out of the trailer park on the Southside.
Betty tightened her honey blonde ponytail high on her head as she walked through the halls of Riverdale High, feeling the sting of the whispers of her classmates buzzing in her ears as she passed.
Perfect. The word had haunted Betty since the day she was born. Perfect skin, perfect clothes, perfect attendance, perfect grades, perfect family. That’s all anyone saw of Betty Cooper, they didn’t see the fire, the dark side. The side that yelled at principal’s and dug around crime scenes. No one truly knew Betty Cooper, not even herself.
She entered the detention room, prepared for the knife-wielding trouble makers that she had seen in detention in movies. Instead she was met with only one face. Jughead Jones.
Jughead had been ignoring her since the summer. She wasn’t sure why, probably trying to make it so she didn’t have to decide in his fight with Archie. Little did he know, she would have chosen him. After her girlhood crush on Archie had faded that fall, she had missed Jughead with everything that she had. Archie was a good friend, but he had always been chasing skirts and music, but with Jughead, Betty had always been at peace. She had always known that his mind wasn’t far from his body the way that Archie’s was when the hung out.
But the beanie-clad boy had made the decision for her. He hadn’t answered any of her texts or calls for months. Betty desperately missed Jughead, but he had made it very clear that he had not missed her. Betty sat in a chair at the front right corner of the room, so that she wouldn’t intrude on Jughead’s space in the back left corner.
The room was silent for several minutes, Betty fidgeted with the edge of her soft pink cardigan, the only sounds in the room were the ticking of the clock and Jughead softly flicking the pages of his well worn copy of To Kill a Mockingbird. Eventually it was Jughead who broke the silence, peeling his piercing blue eyes from his book to bore holes in the back of Betty’s head.
“Thank you” he said, so softly Betty was unsure that he had said anything. She turned to face him, green eyes meeting blue.
“Thank you.” he said, a little louder this time.
“For what?” Betty was genuinely perplexed that her former friend was thanking her.
“For trying to talk to Sheriff Keller about my dad’s innocence, he told me. And for trying to talk to Weatherbee about my transfer and my safety. I don’t know why you cared, but thank you.”
“Juggie. You’re my friend and I care about you, whether or not you feel the same. Plus I’ve been on a bit of a truth and justice kick lately.” she chuckles falsely, staring at her pink Keds as she scuffed them across the floor.
Jughead stood abruptly, Betty continued to stare at her scuffed shoes as he moved to the seat next to her.
“Betty. I’m sorry.”
She could feel the tears burning behind her eyes. She had been waiting to hear those words for months, but she didn’t know if they meant he was coming back. She missed her best friend.
“I’m sorry, “ he continued, “for leaving you behind with your mother, for not letting you in when I know you would’ve been there, for not letting you be around because I was mad at Archie. I miss you Betty Cooper. I was stupid and I’m sorry. Now my dad is in jail and you’re saving my ass even though I was so awful to you”
Betty looked at Jughead, tears beginning to seep through as she noticed the tears brimming in his eyes too.
“Your dad is innocent, you know that right?”
“Yeah” he brushed the tears away with the sleeve of his flannel.
“Where are you going to live?” Betty asked, genuine concern wrinkling in her face
“Bets, I haven’t lived with him for months.”
“Where have you been living?” Betty’s brow furrowed further in confusion
“Here and there, ya know?” he smiled weakly at her
“Jug, why didn’t you tell me?” her hand gravitated to his shoulder to gently rub it.
“You have enough on your plate.”
Betty pulled Jughead nearly off of his chair into a hug
“I’m your FRIEND, I’m here for you Jug” she whispered into the soft shoulder of his blue flannel. They pulled apart as the previously absent teacher clacked into the room in her too small heels
“You’re free to go for tonight.” the teacher said, voice dropping out of sheer boredom, clearly wishing she could be anywhere else. They stood up, collecting their bags from the floor.
“Where are you going to sleep tonight?” Betty asked, the light snow kissing her face as they walked home.
“Dad’s trailer. Social Services doesn’t know yet that mom left.” Bety’s heart dropped into her stomach, Jughead may have a cold, uncaring exterior, but she knew that it had hurt him when his mother left with Jellybean. Fate was cruel, putting such a smart kind guy in such desperate circumstances at such a young age.
They hugged goodbye, a plan hatching in Betty’s head.
They next day when they arrived in detention, Betty pulled Tupperware container after Tupperware container out of a bag she had lugged to school. Each was filled with part of a large homecooked meal, the likes of which she knew Jughead hadn’t seen since the end of his friendship with Archie. She placed them on desks around Jughead, seeing his eyes widen.
“I figured you probably hadn’t been eating great and I know you have that hollow leg.” Betty offered with a shy smile, seeing the joy spread across his face.
“Elizabeth Cooper, I love you so much, you beautiful, beautiful soul.” Jughead said through a mouthful of potatoes. Her full name sounded a lot better than the last time that she had heard it.
As Jughead ate, they talked, about his family, her family, and anything and everything else. But as they spoke, Betty couldn’t help but run his words through her head again and again. She knew he was just grateful for the meal, but it had opened up a strange feeling inside her.
Each day continued as the last had, Betty lugging a large bag of food to detention, Jughead professing his love as he tucked in, and them talking for hours, as though the months apart had been only moments.
Betty couldn’t help but stare at his lips as he talked, how soft and smooth they looked. She shook herself back into the conversation, he was talking avidly about the issues with existential growth in capitalism. She couldn’t help but smile at the passion in his voice, this was the Jughead that she had missed. Fiery, passionate, weird, close. Most of all close.She didn’t know what she was feeling but it wasn’t normal.
The final day of detention ended. They walked home in comfortable silence, occasionally exchanging quiet jokes about her neighbours as they passed.
They approached the Cooper house, stopping in the empty driveway.
“We’ll still be friends after this?” Betty asked quietly, staring at the ground, afraid of the answer she might get.
“Of course.” Jughead pulled her into a warm embrace, resting his head on top of hers “You’re not getting rid of me that easily again.” She smiled into the denim of his jacket. She felt what might have been a kiss brush over her head, but it may have been him moving his head. They pulled apart and jughead looked as though he wanted to speak, but said nothing as they stared at each other.
Jughead grabbed her face and gently pulled her, as their lips met, Betty felt a feeling that she had never felt before. She felt like she had found a home for her true self, light and dark, in her best friend’s lips and, hopefully, in his heart.