So this is a total au bughead story, but I hope you guys like it none the less.
She was lost all the time, she didn’t know where she was going or where she would end up.
Her parents had passed away when she was eleven years old, it had been for the best, they were horrible people. Abusive, Angry , bitter human beings, their death was a welcome escape for Betty.
Being tossed around foster home , to foster home wasn’t any better, but eventually when she turned thirteen, she saw a chance and she took it.
The family she was staying with were crackheads, they used the money they got for fostering children to feed their addiction, one day she slipped out the front door and never looked back.
The adventures she went on were incomparable. She’d seen so much in her young life, she was aged beyond her years.
Being small had always been a gift. She could sneak into small places, if she wanted to board an airplane, she would just pretend to be part of some rich , snotty family and walk right onto the plane. Finding a place to stay was never really a problem either, she was very good at hiding, until the lights went out and the doors locked.
But, she wasn’t so small anymore, sixteen had really taken its toll on her and sneaking in with a family wasn’t an option. She couldn’t hide under booths at restaurants and she most definitely couldn’t fit behind shelves at malls.
So that’s what brought her here.
“Riverdale, the town with pep.”
She laughed out loud at the silly sign, in the middle of the road, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder.
She was looking for a small town, one with no breaking news stories or pimps trying to steal her and sell her on the streets.
Riverdale seemed like the perfect place.
She had a bit of money saved up from the odd jobs she had taken in New York, but apparently this town didn’t have a hotel or even a bed and breakfast. But, she read they had trailers for sale. She wouldn’t mind shacking up in a trailer home for a while.
She needed a job, and fast.
Walking the streets, she spotted dress shops and bakeries, offices and flower shops. When finally she stood directly in front of the one place she knew she could work.
Betty had been a waitress, more times than you can count. It was an easy job and if she could make an extra few bucks in tips, she would be golden.
Walking in, her backpack heavy on her back, she spotted the older man, a silly hat on his head and a rag in his hand. That must be pops.
She walked over to him slowly, he was really into his cleaning and she didn’t want to scare him.
“Excuse me, sir?” She said softly
Pops whipped around, apparently she wasn’t quiet enough.
“Oh! Girl you scared me! Shouldn’t you be at school! Ain’t never seen a young'n your age here at this time.”
She smiled, her dimples popping out at his surprise.
“No sir, I don’t go to school, I’m actually here to ask you for a job.”
The older man looked at her quizzically
“How did you know my only lunchtime server just quit on me yesterday?”
Her smile grew even wider
“I have lots of experience, I can give you all of my old bosses numbers, I know how to handle a table and I’m great at cleaning up.”
Pops laughed placing his hand over hers.
“You don’t have to tell me twice, you’re like some kind of angel in disguise, come on then darlin’ let’s go see if Amy’s old uniform, will fit ya. Although I’ve gotta say, we might need to fatten you up a little, you’re far too skinny.”
Walking out of pops , her new yellow uniform dress in hand, she felt lighter than she had all week.
Pop had agreed to let her work every morning and afternoon except the weekends, and if he needed her at night time she was always available.
The pay was decent and she knew she could afford a trailer home in no time.
Suddenly the streets were crowded, school had just let out and kids with their backpacks and heavy text books were rushing past her.
She missed school.
She had always loved it, and she was damn good at it, every year she would come home with a bumper sticker proudly stating “my child is an honor roll student.” The bumper sticker always ended in the trash, side by side with her report cards.
Her parents had taken her out of school when she was nine, they couldn’t afford the private school anymore and they didn’t want to risk anyone finding out their daughter went to public, so they just pulled her out.
Suddenly she was on the ground, her face nearly hitting concrete, before a hand reached out to stop it.
That’s what she gets for daydreaming.
“Shit I’m sorry, here let me help you up.”
She looked up at the voice only to come face to face with the brightest pair of blue eyes she’d ever seen , That and the weirdest hat she’d ever seen on top of a mess of black waves.
He seemed taken aback by her as well because he dropped his hand and tilted his head
She brushed her pants off and heaved herself off the ground.
“My fault, I wasn’t paying attention” she picked up Her uniform and smiled “Betty Cooper” she stuck her hand out, he was still just staring at her and she had to stifle a giggle.
Suddenly another voice entered her ears
“Jesus jughead, pick your mouth up off the ground, you just nearly knocked this girl out, the least you can say is your name.”
Suddenly her outstretched hand was being shaken by the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen, she was put together , from her jet black hair to her shiny white pearls.
“Veronica lodge, I’m sorry about my speechless friend here, he’s a little” she fake whisper “socially inept.”
Betty giggled pulling her hand back,
“That’s okay, we did just head butt each other, I’m sure neither of us are thinking straight.”
She glanced over at the blushing boy who shrugged apologetically, finally moving his gaze from her.
Suddenly she was surrounded.
A perfectly coiffed teenage boy had his fingers on her ripped Ramones t shirt and was fiddling with the hole on the bottom of it
“This is so cute, so vintage, Obsessed. I’m Kevin by the way.”
She smiled at hisvsilly antics
“Dude get your hands off her, she’s not a doll.” A charmingly cute redhead scratched the back of his neck smiling shyly “ I’m Archie Andrews it’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too Archie.” She said sweetly, causing the redhead to blush.
Suddenly another redhead was directly in her face
“We saved the best introduction for last, I’m Cheryl blossom. Pretty much queen bee of Riverdale high,” she glanced down at Betty raising an eyebrow. “Your look is… interesting, I’ve been trying to get into the grunge look, but I doubt I would be able to pull it of like you do.”
Betty blushed before shaking Cheryl’s hand
“Thankyou, it’s nice to meet all of you.”
“Why don’t you come with us to pops, I know how sucky it can be to be the new girl. I promise it’ll be fun.” She said wiggling her eyebrows
“Thank you guys so much for the offer, but there’s a few things I have to do, raincheck?”
Veronica nodded happily handing her phone number as everyone else followed.
Betty thanked the lord she had purchased herself a cell phone right before she left her last home.
As everyone walked away, with promises to text each other that night, jughead lingered behind
“Jughead jones, that’s my name, sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself” he mumbled kicking a rock with his combat boot.
“Im suprised anyone gets a chance to talk with that group, you said your name was jughead? I’ve gotta say i always thought Betty was bad.”
Jughead looked up smiling, his eyes locking with Betty’s
“It’s a nickname, would you believe me if I told you my real name is worse?”
She playfully narrowed her eyes
He leaned super close to her, and whispered in her ear
“Forsythe Pendleton jones….. the third.”
Betty couldn’t help the giggles that escaped, she placed her hand over her mouth trying to mask her laughter.
Jughead stared at her smiling, his eyes sparkling.
Betty finally calmed down enough to speak
“It’s … it’s not so bad.”
Jughead let out a full belly laugh
Suddenly Archie called for him
“Yo! Jug we gotta go, milkshakes don’t wait for anyone.”
“I’ll see you around, Jughead”
He smiled at her as she turned to walk away
“See ya, bets.”
Turning around to smile at the nickname, she found he was already half way down the street.
Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad.
Now she just had to find a place to sleep.