Jughead & Reader: Wake Up Call
Summary: You and Jughead used to be best friends but when he and Betty started dating, the two of you lost touch. One night you get a call that Betty broke up with Jughead and he’s not handling it well. You reluctantly go to help your old friend but realize that you feel something more for him.
Requested by: anonymous
Listen to: Grapevine Fires - Death Cab for Cutie
It was hard to imagine that months ago he had been your best friend. He was the one you went to if you were heartbroken, upset, angry, or bored. He was the one who cheered you up, the one who lifted your spirits, the one who made you really feel alive and loved. He cared about you deeply.
But all of the love and care he had to give shifted to another person. A girl who you thought was more beautiful than you, a girl who was so different from him that it could work, a girl who was everything you weren’t. Maybe that’s what he wanted after all.
While you were hurt that your friendship faded to casual, meaningless nods in the hallways, you knew there was nothing you could do about it. If you confronted him about the way he was acting, you’d come off as jealous. You were but you didn’t want everyone else to think so. You’d rather bottle it up than confront someone you care about, possibly hurting their feelings. It was wrong and wasn’t fair to you, but it was the road you decided to take.
Sitting in your normal spot underneath the oak tree that shaded all of the picnic tables, you spotted them. They were sitting together at their own table, smiling and laughing. Jughead just said something funny and undoubtedly witty, causing Betty to roar with laughter. His arm was around her shoulders and she leaned into him with a grin. He kissed her head and let her eat some of the chips he was snacking on. It hurt you to see how happy they were together.
“You alright?” Val asked when she sat by your side with her music notebook. The two of you sat together at lunch most days because you not only enjoyed one another’s company but because you were both quiet. It gave her a chance to work on her music and you a chance to read and observe the other students at school.
Nodding your head, you closed your book and looked at her. “I’ll be fine,” you told her. It didn’t convince her in the slightest but she knew better than to pry. If you were willing to speak up about something, you would.
“I heard them arguing in the student lounge earlier,” she informed you while retracing some faded eighth notes. “I don’t know what it was about but Betty seemed pretty mad at Jughead.”