"Why the hell did you kiss me then?" 

She couldn't sleep again. Not only did her mother give her an hour speech on how horrible her behavior has been, Jughead would not leave her mind. It used to be Archie she'd stay up thinking of. She didn't like Jughead in a romantic way, she was just guilty for probably making him think that she did. Even Betty didn't understand why she'd kissed him. It was a spur of the moment sort of thing.

Seeing a little light in her window Betty looked out. Her neighbor and longest crush Archie Andrews was up as well. He was playing his guitar. She admired him for a while, feeling the butterflies in her stomach rise as he strummed each string. Betty knew it was always Archie Andrews she liked and not the boy she wanted to teach her how to be different. Looking at his concentrated face, however, reminded her of her perfection. Feeling a bit brave Betty picked up her phone and texted Archie. 

Almost instantly he looked at his phone and then out his window to see Betty. He smirked and started to type away on his screen. 

"Betty, what are you doing up so late?" She read his message. 

Betty smiled, she never thought talking to Archie would return the same fluttering to her heart. She couldn't tell him why she was staying up late, the truth that she kissed Jughead Jones and couldn't stop thinking about it. Coming up with some excuse Betty typed it out and sent it to him. Archie was much nicer early in the morning than he was in the day time. Even if he was paying her more attention for some reason, Betty planned on cherishing every second of it. 

Just when she was about to ask him how his day went and start a new conversation, he ended it and told her that he was going to bed and that she should do the same. Betty didn't want to obey him, she wasn't his wife like her mother taught her to be. Wishing him a good night she lied back down on her bed. Her eyes felt heavy and she closed them. It was 5 am and Betty had to get up in two hours anyway.

The alarm woke her up and her head was pounding. Betty quickly got up and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked pathetic like always. She didn't want to wear something light and pink, she wanted to wear something darker. Figuring that her plaid dress-shirt was the only thing close to dark, she put it on. Quietly, Betty ate her breakfast. Quietly, she waited for the bus next to Archie Andrews, dying to talk to him, but not being brave enough to start a conversation. 

Archie was on his phone, probably talking to some other girl. The bus finally came and they both climbed in. Archie didn't sit next to her, instead he chose some of the guys from the football team who called him over. Betty wished she had some sort of device to distract herself with. Her parents chose her music, and she didn't feel like listening to Bach and Mozart on her way to school. 

Leaning on the glass as the bus started to go, stopping ever so often at other kids houses, Betty wished she was anywhere but here. Her life seemed unexciting, and she needed more of that rush she felt with Jughead. If her mother found out she'd kill her. She wouldn't let Betty hang out with Jughead again, or even stay out past 4 o'clock. It was insane, her parents rules. In all her 18 years, Betty had not tried a single alcoholic drink that usually teenagers do by 15 at some high school party. 

"Today is gonna be special," Betty overheard one of the girls say, "cheerleader tryouts!" 

Betty never wanted to be a cheerleader, and she hated how they acted, but her mom told her that she needed more participation. Betty would stand there with Veronica and Cheryl while they judge the girls trying out, pretending that they like them. At least she could see Jughead today, even if she was a bit intimidated by him, especially after kissing him. 

The bus stopped in front of the school and they all got out. The second her eyes were blinded by the sun, Betty looked down at her perfectly pink shoes. She hated them. They were too proper. As much as she wanted to take them off and smash them, Betty knew that was an irrational idea. 

When she looked up she was greeted by the concerned look of Jughead Jones. His beanie accessorized his head. Those pale lips and small dimples. Betty couldn't help but think that he looked especially handsome that day, or perhaps it was just because of the kiss. 

"I need answers," Jughead didn't even greet her. 

Betty rolled her eyes, "good morning to you too." 

"What happened last night?" He didn't wait or anticipate. He got straight down to business. 

She didn't know the answer to that question. Betty Cooper, the perfect girl kissed Jughead Jones the troubled teenager, and she had no idea why. There was a sort of charm to him, something that Archie didn't have. His words started to wake the butterflies in her stomach and Betty didn't understand why. She couldn't like two people at the same time.

"We hung out and you showed me one of the coolest places in Riverdale," Betty started to walk, hoping he'd drop the subject. 

Jughead wasn't that easy to get rid of, however, "why the hell did you kiss me then?" 

Betty spun around, "I don't know Jughead. The moon was out, it makes people do crazy and stupid things." She snapped back at him.

He was hurt, and she could tell, but he wasn't going to show it. Jughead pulled himself back and smiled at her, "don't worry, I know you like Archie Andrews. You two are like Arthur and Gwen, and I'm Lancelot. I don't belong in that story and I don't want to. Besides, I'm a free spirit Betty Cooper, the less romance the better. So what are we doing today?" 

Jughead was clearly lying through his smile, but she was the one who decided to let it go. He was right. He didn't belong in her story, being friends with him was a mistake in and of itself. 

"You're not mad at me?" Betty asked, raising one eyebrow. 

Jughead shook his head, "nope. Besides, I'm not done changing you. We still have a long way to go." He rushed away to class. 

Another perfect day turned into an unplanned disaster, and Betty loved it. If only she could skip cheerleader tryouts, Veronica and Cheryl would take over anyway, she did not need to be there.

Archie Andrews walked into the classroom as soon as Betty looked at the door. Finally he noticed her existence and he smiled at her, "I heard that you girls are preparing a special number for the game later this week?" He asked, looking at her.

Betty nodded, "I guess, Cheryl is in charge of the dance numbers, Veronica and I just preform with the rest of the cheerleaders."

He smiled looking into the distance, "yeah, I've seen Veronica though, I feel like she could be a dancer, besides she looks particularly special in that uniform."

Betty nodded again, but this time Archie wasn't looking at her, he was more going off on how incredible Veronica was and Betty didn't even want to pay attention to him anymore. It hurt anytime he talked about Betty's best friend like she was the whole world.

Playing the night before back in her head over and over again Betty wished she would have said something different to Jughead, perhaps she could just wish him goodnight, or what if he pulled her back and kissed her himself? A million scenarios ran through her head. The bell rang and the teacher walked in setting her papers down on her desk. 

Betty took out her pencil, it was as sharp as ever. Instead of paying attention to the teacher Betty suddenly was drawn to the pencil, it's shape, it's sharpness. Without even realizing what she was doing Betty started drawing lines on her hand, however the graphite only left white marks that later on were followed by the red blood flow to her skin. Betty jammed the sharp point of the pencil into her skin, piercing it. Realizing what she had done, Betty stood up and everyone looked at her.

The teacher scanned Betty, a pencil in one hand and the other hand close to her face, bleeding. Putting two and two together she gasped, "how sharp was that pencil?" The teacher asked in shock, "Elizabeth Cooper go up to the nurse's office and get a band-aid."

She listened and walked out of the classroom. Betty was conscious of the small wound she inflicted upon herself without even realizing it, but her thoughts lead her to curiosity, she wanted to pick at the wound, see what would happen if she drew blood. But as her thoughts took over her brain she noticed that she was already at the nurse's office and there was nothing left to do but knock.

Successfully getting a band-aid, Betty made her way down to her classroom again. Everything seemed blurry this time and she figured it was because of the terrible lack of sleep she had. Betty hated her body for doing this to herself, specifically her brain for not letting her body rest. She spotted him across the hallway, Jughead Jones, making his way to the boys bathroom and probably he had no hall pass. Once he noticed her and how no one else was in sight, Jughead made his way towards her.

Pretending like she didn't care that he was there, Betty struggled to open up her band-aid. She could see his shadow on the floor towering over her. Feeling his hand take  hers she looked up, Jughead smirked at her self inflicted wound, it was not too big to be taken seriously, but how could he smile at someone's pain. Noticing her struggle, her took the band-aid out of her hand and ripped it open with his teeth, he then put the band-aid over her wound and stroked it a couple of times making sure it stuck on. Looking back up at her he winked, "all better now Cooper."

Jughead had a toothpick in between his teeth. He walked off without even receiving a reaction from her. Betty was left in a dace, her heart racing. Did Jughead Jones just really put a band-aid on her?