•To Build A Home•
Her feet were dangling from the back of his pick up truck, tiny white converse unusually clean, not a speck of dirt on them. Come to think of it the beautiful, pristine blonde sitting in his truck was a sharp contrast to the down and dirty mechanic he had met just two days ago. Betty’s eyes were trained on the screen in front of them, she hadn’t been lying when she said she loved this movie, he couldn’t help the grin that peeked through when he caught her mouthing the words.
“You really do like this movie huh?” Jughead whispered from her right.
Betty’s bright green eyes turned to him in surprise, it seemed that she had forgotten he was even there.
“Huh? Oh yeah, definitely, Cry Baby is my favorite movie.” She shrugged her shoulders slightly and held out her bag of twizzlers, Jughead took the strawberry candy and bit into it dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows at Betty.
The hint of a smirk graced Betty’s features as she rolled her eyes, suddenly turning serious she scooted back in the truck turning her body towards Jugheads
“I’m sorry for the way I acted a few days ago. It was unnecessary. I don’t know you and I shouldn’t have based my judgement off of gossip.” She bit her lip guiltily.
Jughead nearly choked on the candy hanging from his lips
“Hey, no. I get it, I know what people say about me, I guess I bring it upon myself, I promise you I’m not as bad as they make me out to be, I’m just… I had a rough highschool experience. Veronica says I’m over compensating.” With a shy smile the dark haired boy shrugged his shoulders and peered at Betty through his lashes.
Betty’s eyes hold nothing but understanding as she straightens out her white Tshirt, her hands shaky as she fidgets.
“I know all about rough pasts.” She whispered her soft voice being carried away by the night breeze, Jughead watched as Betty’s shoulders shivered, he quickly shed his denim jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
“Oh no! You’ll be cold.” Her fingers clench he rough fabric as she looks at him worriedly.
With a wave of his hand Jughead changes the subject, she seems stubborn and he is not about to have her freeze to death, not to mention.. she looks cute as hell in his oversized jacket.
“So, tell me Betty Cooper, who are you? Oil Covered Mechanic or Ridiculously perfect Girl Next door?” His tone is teasing but by the look in the girl in questions eyes he knows he most definitely fucked up.
Betty’s eyes harden
“Don’t call me that. I hate that word.”
Jughead shifts back
“I’m sorry.. I…”
“No, no. I’m sorry. It’s just.. it’s really nothing. Im just ya know, not a fan of that word. But to answer your question I’m both. I love being a mechanic, when I’m under the hood of a car or… fixing up some Harley I can be.. free. I can get dirty and bury myself elbow deep in nuts and bolts. But.. when I’m not at work this is who I am, I can’t help it. I was.. conditioned to be like this.. to be… perfect.” She winced visibly at the word. “I had a boyfriend, he umm, wasn’t the nicest. He sort of built me to be this way. I’m working on it but I still get nauseous when I see a stain on my jeans.”
His fists are digging into the cold metal of his pickup truck and he’s biting his tongue so hard he can taste the copper flavored blood. How could anyone hurt this incredible woman? Who would ask her to change who she is?
After a few moments Jughead swallows thickly
“Well, for the record. I like both of you.”
The rose petal pink blush that spreads across Betty’s face is the most satisfying thing in the world and he reaches out to touch her cheeks, she stiffens under his touch but he doesn’t pull away, he needs her to know she’s safe, needs her to know that he would never hurt her.
The overwhelming surge of protectiveness Jughead feels for this girl sends a shock through his system but he finds he doesn’t hate it. It feels good to care about someone.
“Do you mind me asking who this prick was?” He whispers low, treading carefully.
Betty’s eyes flutter open, pain evident in the meadow green irises.
“He went to the school over, his name was Jason. Jason Blossom.”
Jughead drops his hand in shock and Betty’s eyes widen in alarm.
“Did I say something? Is everything okay?”
The fear is rising steadily in her chest as she clutches Jugheads denim jacket.
An almost wild smile appears on the young Serpents face
“No, but you’ve just given me the perfect excuse to beat the shit out of my very favorite highschool bully, he’s been on the Serpents radar for quite some time. I’ve let it slide but not anymore. I’m taking him down.”
Betty quirks an eyebrow sassily
“You think the Serpents are gonna be okay with you going incognito?”
Jughead snorts, draping an arm over Betty’s shoulder and pulling her down so they were both laying on their backs, she squeaks but snuggles a bit closer to Jughead
“This doesn’t mean I’m going to go out with you ya know?” Betty smiles lazily as Jughead beams down at her
“Oh you will Betty Cooper, mark my words. I’m gonna make you mine one way or another”
She smacks his arm playfully as the sounds of 1950s doo wop plays on the screen in front of them.