The Green-Eyed Monster (Jughead x Reader)

Listen To: "Strip That Down", Liam Payne, Quavo

You were counting the day's earnings in your office when you heard a light knock on your door.

"Come in, Jones," you called without turning away from your work. The kid had knocked on your door enough times for you to recognize its timbre.

The tall, lanky boy clad in his trademark beanie and Serpent's jacket entered the room, leaning on a filing cabinet as he was often apt to do.

"What do you need?" You asked, swiveling to face him. He smirked. You hated that smirk. It was the perfect combination of rebellious and charming, and it made working with him difficult.

"It's kind of weird..." Jughead started, looking up at you through his eyelashes in that way that made you want to wring his throat because he was so cute.

"Try me," you said, deadpan.

"There's a party tonight... do you want to go with me?"

Your eyes widened, a blush growing on your face. "Jughead, I didn't know–"

"–it would be strictly as friends, don't worry," Jughead said with a frown, cutting you off.

Your expression fell into your typical resting bitch face. "Oh. What's this sudden interest in getting to know your superiors?"

Jughead averted his eyes. "That's where it gets weird. You see, Betty is gonna be there and–"

You held up a hand. "Say no more, Jones. You want me to make your little ex girlfriend jealous because she's been hooking up with Fred Andrews's kid, right?"

Jughead looked down. "I'm sorry I asked, I'm being inappropriate–"

"–I'll do it," you said.

"What?" Jughead asked.

You crossed your arms. "Free booze, dumb teenagers, and a chance to see what makes Jughead Jones really tick? I'm in."

Jughead grinned. "Thanks, Chief. 10:30."

"10:30," you repeated. Jughead left the room.

Jughead was waiting outside your apartment on his bike. You strode out in heels and a dangerously-revealing black dress, hair blown out with winged eyeliner and a look that could kill. You held your Serpent's jacket over one shoulder.

"Wow," Jughead stammered.

"Save it, Jones," you said, climbing on the bike behind him and putting on your jacket. "You know me. When I do jobs. I do them right."

He nodded, handing you a helmet while putting on his own. You wrapped your arms around him for stability. He smelled different. Like cologne.

The two of you pulled up to a large house with the kind of lawn you knew people hired to take care of. You saw a pool out back and could hear music blasting from a block away.

"Who's house is this?" You asked, getting off the bike with Jughead's help.

"Reggie Mantle," Jughead said. "All you need to know is that he's on the football team and he 'throws the best parties', even if you don't agree." You nodded. He smirked that annoying smirk of his. "Ready to act like you're in love with me?"

You glared. "I'll try not to vomit."

Betty and Archie danced to the music, laughing drunkenly.

"It's so much easier with you, Arch," Betty said gleefully. "No drama, or politics. We were made to be together."

"Betts," Archie warned. "People are staring." He felt Veronica's eyes burning into his back, hating him for everything he did to her.

"Let them stare," Betty said. "I'm tired of caring about what people think. I'm happy, for once." She noticed more people staring. "What are you looking at?" She said, annoyed.

Josie, who was standing nearby, shook her head, hesitantly pointing a manicured finger towards the front door. Betty and Archie turned to look.

Standing at the front of the room was Jughead Jones III, hair slicked back, clad in his Serpent's jacket. A beautiful girl hung on his arm, glaring at the crowd.

"Hey," Reggie warned, "We don't want your kind here...."

You reached into your clutch, pulling out a sandwich bag full of high-quality weed and slapping it into his hands. "Go away, North Side scum." Reggie nodded, disappearing into the crowd.

"Jughead!" Betty squeaked, walking up to the two of you. "I didn't expect to see you here...."

"Is that why you brought your new arm candy?" Jughead asked, glaring.

Betty opened her mouth to defend herself when Jughead cut her off.

"I don't care, Betty. We're done. You made that exceedingly clear. So I'm here to have fun. Without you." He walked away with you on his arm. You turned back to see Betty as you walked. She looked furious. You smirked.

"Are you okay?" You asked Jughead over the loud music. Even though he was your subordinate, you still cared about the kid.

"Let's dance," Jughead said curtly, grabbing you and leading you to the dance floor.

Though he was a self-proclaimed dance-hater, after some heavy drinking Jughead actually had some moves. The two of you rocked back and forth to the heavy bass.

"You know I love it when the music's loud but baby strip that down for me," Jughead sang along, running his lips along your ear. You giggled, tossing your hair flirtateously.

"So put your hands on my body," you sang back, placing his hands on your back.

"And swing that around for me," he continued, turning you so your backside met his crotch. You laughed and grinded to the music, and you found yourself forgetting why you were even there in the first place.

"I hate her," Betty spat out, watching you dance with Jughead. In your backless dress, your serpent tattoo was exposed for the whole world to see, even more proof that Jughead had turned to the "dark side".

"Do you want to leave?" Archie asked, confused and slightly hurt.

"No," Betty said. "I'm going to give her a piece of my mind."

For months Betty had felt a darkness bubbling up inside of her, a darkness that she held inside, evident by the nail bite marks on her palms. But she was done holding it inside. She was done letting people walk all over her.

She marched right up to you and Jughead, pulling you off of him. "Excuse me, can we talk?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Do I know you?"

Betty crossed her arms. "I'm Jughead's girl–I mean, ex-girlfriend."

You rolled your eyes. "And?"

"You need to stay away from Jughead," Betty warned.

"Betty," Jughead chastised. She ignored him.

"Why is that?" You said, tilting your head. "We work together? Why not play together?" You grinned like a predator who had cornered its prey.

"Jughead is a good kid," Betty argued. "He doesn't need bad influences like–like–"

"Like what?" You said, tone icy.

At this point everyone had stopped to stare. Reggie had even turned down the music to have a better listen.

"Like some South Side Serpent slut, like you," Betty finished, glaring.

The corner of your mouth twitched, as if you were about to start laughing at her. "Don't act like you know the least bit about me, Betty Cooper. Because I know about you. I know you left Jughead in the dirt the minute he chose his own people to date his best friend. If anyone around here is the slut, it's you."

This set Betty off. She grabbed a shot glass and slammed it on the table, into shards. Holding the biggest one in your hand, she grabbed your hair and pushed you to the ground, holding it right over your eye.

"An eye for an eye?" You said, same deadpan tone. "How cliché."

At that point, Betty began punching you in the face, angry tears streaming down her eyes. Everyone started cheering, taking out their phones to record the event. It was like you were in the jungle, getting screamed at by hyenas. Upon one hit to the head, you felt starry-eyed, as if you were going to pass out.

"Get off of her," Jughead roared, pulling Betty off of you. You shakily stood. "We're getting out of here," Jughead said, pulling you away.

Too drunk to drive, the two of you went to a nearby park. He sat you on the bench, taking out his phone flashlight to get a better look at you. "Are you okay? Holy shit, I'm so sorry. I didn't think it would escalate to that."

You chuckled. "I've been in worse fights, Jughead. I'll live. Why didn't you step in sooner?"

"I knew you could handle yourself," Jughead said. "I was wondering why you weren't fighting back."

"Jughead," you said. "Look at Betty. Now look at me." You gestured to your tattoo. "If there was any chance the police were going to get involved, you know who they would have said is to blame. I can't go to jail. It will ruin my life."

Jughead glared into this distance. "I'm just so mad she did this to you. I trusted her. I thought she was my friend."

You shrugged. "People aren't always who they say they are."

Jughead looked you deeply in the eyes. "Are you who you say you are?"

You took a deep breath. "No, Jughead. I'm not."

"Why is that?"

You sighed. "Because even though I act all tough like I don't want to let anybody in, tonight all I could think about was how much I like you, Jughead. And yeah, Betty fucked up my face a bit, but what hurt more was knowing that you only wanted to spend time with me to get to her." You looked away, biting back tears.

"(Y/N), I never knew you felt that way..." Jughead said, sighing. He put his arm around you. "How about we do this over, this time with no crazy ex girlfriends?"

You smiled. "Well, I like milkshakes."

Jughead grinned.

"I think I'm really going to like the real you."

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