#thankfully. basically every musician who saw this shut it the fuck down and told him he was an idiot so that's nice

[lazylittledragon]

what if i broke all the bones in your legs actually

[annioe]

Don’t Know Me (Chapter 1/?)

Prompt: Everything seems so great in Jughead’s life. He’s a part of a wealthy family, he’s got all the girls fawning over him, he’s getting great grades. One thing. Betty Cooper can’t stand him. He’s arrogant, rude and just awful. But Betty soon finds out not everything seems to be cut and dry for the beanie wearing boy.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11469342/chapters/25715742

Jughead walked in the Riverdale High halls like he owned the place. He looked like he did. A Riverdale Football team jacket, expensive shoes and sports car out front. His dad was the fourth richest person in Riverdale (after the Lodges’, Blossoms’ and Mantles’ of course).

He acted the part too. With all the girls (and some boys) falling for him every step he took; he was the epitome of a typical jock from a teenage high-school chick flick. He fit perfectly with the popular, rich kids at Riverdale as he was one himself. Every day he sat with Cheryl and Reggie for lunch, the two most popular people in the state. Every afternoon he played football on the field and every night there somehow would be another girl in his bed, fucking him and the next morning that would be the gossip in this school walls.

He had the seemingly perfect life.

“Donnie darko,” Reggie nudged him on the shoulder as he joined him walking down the hall. Reggie had somehow come up with different pop culture nicknames for him every single week. Jughead didn’t mind, not if he wanted to get tackled on the field extra hard today.

“Hey Reginald,” Jughead shot back as Reggie laughed. Moose (Riverdale’s resident dumb ass athlete) joined their group. “How was Vanessa?”

He scoffed, “she is the least interesting person I’ve ever met. She doesn’t stop screaming and it gets so fucking annoying.” He proceeded to knock a person onto the floor as everyone laughed, “get out of the way fag.” Reggie proceeded to kick him in the stomach and kept walking, pretending like nothing happened. “Adding her to the book of conquests. Two out of ten.”

Jughead couldn’t help roll his eyes, “You guys still do that thing?”

“I’m surprised you backed out. It’s growing full. We’ve basically hit everyone straight girl here except for a few.” He glanced over to Betty Cooper who was helping the poor guy up. “You should re-join Jug. You’ll probably make it full seeming as you always take a lady home with you every night.”

Moose chuckled, “your dad isn’t home from his business trip yet? Man, try something different, bring back more than one.” Reggie and Moose fist bumped as Jughead couldn’t help gagging.

“You two are fucking idiots. I’m going to my locker.” Jughead stirred in the opposite direction, heading back to the entrance.

“You lose man!” he could hear Reggie yell behind him, getting quieter every step he took.

As much as he hated Reggie and Moose, they seemed to be his best friends. They did all the stupid shit together and Chuck like to put it “you don’t disrespect the bro code.”

He was so relieved when he got to his locker. It was his supposed safe place from the rest of the football heads. He twisted the knob open and hit it open to relieve his most secreted item. His notebook. Inside were some photos from years ago, nothing he’d brag about today. However, he couldn’t help his eyes linger to one. It was a polaroid of him at a booth in Pop’s taken by his old best friend Archie Andrews. What a long time ago before popularity and wealth got the better of him and grabbed the attention of Cheryl and Reggie.

What a much better time.

It was now lunch and he sat across Cheryl Blossom, head cheerleader and all round bitch. Jughead pulled out a cheeseburger with some fries and a can of Coke.

“That is disgusting,” she commented taking out her salad. “Do you eat anything other than carbs?”

“Do you do anything other than be a big-time bitch?” he retaliated taking juicy bite into the patty.

Cheryl rolled her eyes, “you fucking ass.” Threating him with a fork and sticking it in her salad.

“Says the one who’s a literal walking cliché.”

Both of their eyes wondered to the three people who entered the lunch area.

One of them was the raven-haired beauty, Veronica Lodge, the richest person in Riverdale, debatable when compared to the entire state. Not only did she have her own reality show but also could buy the whole town in a heartbeat. She looked rich too, wearing expensive gowns and heels to school like it was a casual thing you did.

The next one was Archie Andrews, Veronica’s boyfriend. Cheryl stopped staring when the red headed musician walked in. Unlike the rest of the group, Cheryl confided in Jughead. She (unlike Chuck and Reggie) acted more like a friend to Jughead and she had previously told him about the slight crush she had on the Lodge heiress. Archie saw him looking at them and gave a cheerful smile at Jug, which he in return gave a glare.

“Why can't one of you asses date her instead of Archie. At least then she’d hang out with me,” Cheryl muttered to herself.

The last person was Betty Cooper. He gave her a glance which she gladly returned with a scoff.

Elizabeth Cooper hated Jughead.

Hate is a very strong word but she would use it to perfectly describe their relationship. She hated Jughead like there was no tomorrow and she would happily show you how much.

They hated each other. Betty could not stand him what so ever.

“Stop making love eyes to Cooper,” Cheryl broke his trance. “You know how much she hates you. She’s such a bitch. I’d use much harsher words but blood is thicker than water.”

“I don’t like her, not even one fucking bit,” he threw his burger gently back on his tray. “I’m going to my locker.”

He disappeared behind into the shadows and reappeared at his lonely locker. Thankfully the hall was completely empty. He proceeded to open his locker door and pull out his journal. The leather on the cover started to peel off. The pages were already a yellow colour. He quickly bent down and stuffed it in his bag.

“Hey Jughead,” a female voice came from behind the locker door. He looked up to see a pair of tanned legs, going for miles. She was wearing a pastel pink skirt, high waisted that ran down to her thighs. A glimpse of blue was underneath the fabric; he didn’t want to ponder that much on it. He noticed her hair wasn’t in her usual ponytail but instead down on her shoulders.

“Betty, what do you want?” he asked getting back up.

“I want you to apologise.”

“For what?”

“For Reggie knocking and kicking Kevin down in the hall this morning. He ended up in the ER!” her shouting echoed the thin walls.

Jughead smirked, “you’re cute when you yell.”

She took a step closer. He saw in her eyes the anger she held for him. “Shut the fuck up Jughead. Apologise to Kevin or I tell Weatherbee what happened and you’re going to regret even doing anything…”

“Why do I have to apologise for something Reggie did? I’m not his dog Betty.”

She clenched her fist, something to refrain her from going insane. She gritted her teeth slightly.

“You’re such a fucking ass hole. You know that? You used to be nice. The nerve you have, to show up to this school after you fuck a girl and leave her miserable while you move on to the next one. You show no respect for anything.” Her face turned red and tears started to appear in the corners of her eyes but she blinked them back. This was no time for crying. “To think, I actually liked you. I thought you were decent enough to call a friend but you’re just a sick douchebag.”

“Anything else Juliet?” he raised a lazy eye brow.

Betty took a heavy exhale, clenching her fists further into the crescent shaped scars in her palms. Kneading her eyebrows together, he turned his back to her. “Yeah, I feel really bad for every single girl who has laid in that bed of yours. You’re utterly disgusting.”

He laughed, turning around to walk away from her. “See you later princess.”

Her blood was boiling. Her body started to heat and before she knew it, she punched his locker. Her clenched fists left an indent, bending the metal inwards like a crater hitting the Earth’s surface. She proceeded to storm off in the other direction, to go wash her bloody hands off.

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