Request: Jughead is asexual, but becomes confused because he gets weird feelings whenever he sees you.
Requested by: anonymous
Great. I was already late for the first day of school. I didn’t really care about the tardy, but my first period was creative writing, the only class I was actually excited for. I wanted to miss as little as possible.
I rushed down the hall, eyes searching for room 1208. Once I found it, I stopped, straightened my bag, and opened the door.
Every face turned towards me as I walked into the room. Mrs. Holt turned away from what she was writing on the board to give me a stern look. “And why are we late, Mr….?”
“Jughead Jones. And, uh, my alarm didn’t go off this morning.”
She glared at me over the edge of her glasses before gesturing to the only open seat in the back of the room. “Take a seat, Mr. Jones. And don’t be late again.”
As I walked towards my new seat, my eyes rested on the girl in the next desk over. She was too absorbed by whatever she was reading to even glance up at me as I sat down.
Not long after I had gotten settled in, Mrs. Holt had given us an assignment. “To get to know your new classmates, I want each of you to partner up with the person next to you and write a detailed description of them. Today I want you to focus on their appearance and tomorrow we’ll work on describing personality traits.”
I sighed. I didn’t really want to have to talk to more of the people in this school than I had to. Of course Mrs. Holt had to ruin this class for me.
I turned towards the girl next to me. She hadn’t looked up from her book all period. I cleared my throat to get her attention. She sighed, closing her book and looking up at me.
As she looked into my eyes, my breath caught in my throat, causing me to cough. She was so much prettier than she seemed at first. I definitely wouldn’t have a problem describing every detail of her face.
Wait. Was I actually excited? To stare at some girl whose name I didn’t even know?
“Yes?” She asked, seeming a bit impatient.
“Uh, we have to do the assignment…” I trailed off as I stared at the wall over her head. I didn’t want to creep her out by staring at her. I already knew it was going to be weird when we had to do this assignment.
“What is it?”
“We have to, um, describe each other’s appearances.”
She reached into her bag and pulled out a notebook. She continued to rummage around in her bag as I took out my laptop and opened it.
“Uh, hey. Do you have a pencil I can borrow?” She asked, flashing an awkward smile. It was pretty cute.
"Cute”? Did I really think that was “cute”? I’ve never called a girl “cute” before. What was happening?
"Yeah.” I reached into my bag and grabbed a pencil. As I reached over to hand her the pencil, her fingers brushed gently across my hand. I could feel the warmth of her skin touching mine and as soon as her fingers were gone, the area she had touched turned cold. I retracted my hand quickly and began rubbing them together in hopes of warming up.
What was happening? All I had done was briefly touch the girl’s hand. Why did her touch warm my skin so much? I wanted to feel that warmth again. I wanted to hold her hand.
Wait what?? I’ve never been one for physical affection, but this girl was doing something weird to me.
"What?” My mind snapped out of its trance.
"I’m [Y/N]. You’re going to need my name for the writing assignment.” She laughed.
Oh. I shook my head, trying to clear it. Focus, Jughead. Focus on your assignment.
"Why don’t you turn your desk towards mine so it’s easier for us to look at each other?”
I did as she suggested and we both began to work in silence. I thought it would be awkward to have to stare at this girl and have her stare back at me, but every time she looked up at me, I felt my heart speed up.
Every once in a while our eyes would meet, and she would smile at me. I couldn’t help but smirk back.
I got so caught up in my staring and writing that I jumped when the bell rang.
[Y/N] was already standing and packing her bag to go. I couldn’t let her walk away without a plan to see her again.
“I didn’t finish my writing…” Was I supposed to ask her for a picture? No, that was creepy. “Can we meet up at Pop’s tonight around 6 so I can finish?” I asked cautiously. I didn’t want to come on too strong. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to finish my writing or if I just wanted to see her again before tomorrow.
“Yeah, sure.” She smiled brightly. “See you then.” She waved as she slung her backpack on her shoulder and walked away.
I stayed in my seat, shocked by my actions. All of this was so uncharacteristic of me. Did I… like… a girl? I had so many unanswered questions.