A few slight changes with this one but I hope you still like it! MasterList
Ever since Jughead had turned up at Southside High he seemed to be happier. When he walked in he was scowling and angry. When he sat down at your table he laughed and joked. He looked free. All until that Betty Cooper girl and her friends turned up and that scowl was back and he looked like all his baggage had just arrived. Ever since the family next door took Jughead in, you would sit with your windows open talking to one another, watching him smile loving how when he did so, small dimples would appear in his cheeks. Learning how funny he truly was, learning about his dad and the crap he had to deal with back up the North side. The two of you would frequently fall asleep while talking to one another, both of you finally feeling at peace talking to one another, like you two truly had someone for once. “How amazing it to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go one in your head.” He had asked one night as you stared at your ceiling wearily, “Indeed. Quite amazing” You were there when he was given his jacket. It was pouring rain, your eyeliner down your cheeks and you stood beside your uncle who handed the jacket over, smiling as Jughead looked at you with a smirk on his face and threw it over his shoulders still looking at you without breaking eye contact, that one look wanting to tell you something you never figured out. All until, once again, Betty Coopers voice broke it up and again that smirk was gone and that stoic annoyed face had returned. Yet Jughead still came to Southside High everyday with a smirk and sometimes his new jacket, “Hey you.” he leaned against the locker beside you and looked at him, his hair still a floppy mess and his hands in his pockets, “What can I do for you Juggie?” you smiled, he was still undecided about this whole serpent thing, “Where’s your jacket?” you stopped him answering your first question, “You know I am not sure about the whole thing.” “It makes you happier and you know it Juggie.” he sighed and looked at you, “I know but…” “But your friends, right?” you looked away back into your locker, “Look, (y/n) that’s why I was here, I wanted to see if you would come to Pop’s with us tonight so you can meet them.” you looked at him intently for a moment, “Fine,” you slammed your locker closed, “but I am only doing this for you.” A smile lit up his face again, a smile you had noticed he only gave you, “Tonight at 7. Thank you so much” he squeezed your hand lightly and left, meeting up with some group who called him loudly before walking off.
You had arrived at Pop’s earlier that night, hopping only Jughead was there, but boy were you wrong. No one had noticed you had walked in as they were too busy at each others throats. You had never seen Jughead so angry. The look in his eyes was one you had never seen before and hoped you would never see. You knew Jughead had a dark side, everyone from the Southside did, but his was fire in his eyes. “I don’t care Jughead! She isn’t a good person and she will hurt you!” “Have you ever considered by not supporting me in this you were hurting me, Betty!” Jughead’s voice was strained and for the first time you noticed that he was wearing his jacket around them. For the first time he didn’t shrink away from them, “Jughead, we’re just looking out for you.” Veronica spoke up quietly. “I can look out for my damn self! I cannot believe you guys would be so damn shallow about her. You don’t even know her.” “But we know that she is trying to do Jughead!“ Betty was almost screaming but luckily the place was almost empty, "She is trying to change you! Into one of them scum. You will end up like your father, you will lose everything and you will have no one left to help.” Jughead looked furious, “And you will lose us. Is that what you want, Juggie?” “If it means I’m happy then yes, it’s what I want! That girl makes me so damn happy, happier than you make me at the moment. So much for ‘your dad is innocent’ and 'the serpents are still people’ Betty. Damn, you’re just full of shit aren’t you.” Betty’s words were still echoing around your head 'scum’? Is that what people thought of you? You turned, your boots making loud pacing noises against the tiles as you left, the group turning to look in your direction and Jughead’s voice calling you as you left, slamming the door behind you. You could hear Jughead yelling from inside, “Well fucking done guys. You know what? Don’t expect me to come see me around anytime soon.” You were halfway across the car park when you heard Jughead’s voice calling you again. “(y/n). Stop please.” He ran to you, panting slightly as he reached you grabbing your arm. You looked up at him, tears streaming across your cheeks. You hated crying when you were angry, “Didn’t you hear Jughead? I’m scum.” You spat, not aiming it at him but still being bitter at Betty. You looked away from his eyes as you sobbed a little again. “Shhh, no you’re not I swear it.” His face nuzzled into your hair as he spoke, “And if you are, which you aren’t, I am too.” You looked up at him. “You’re really joining us?“ you smiled up at him your hands resting on his jackets lapels looking up at his gorgeous smirk, moving his hands from your waist and up, removing his beanie and shoving it partly in his pocket. “I have no doubt about it.” “But what about Betty?” you asked not being able to meet his eyes again, “That night when you gave me my jacket? She stormed out shortly after, wanted nothing to do with me until she saw me with you. (y/n), I love you… and I have no doubt about it.” You then knew what that look was that night. He had the same look in his eyes now as he had that night, “I adore you.” His hands rested on the back of your neck as he leaned in slowly, your lips meeting in the middle as your fingers once again griped his lapels and curled, pulling him closer. “Was that okay?”