#maybe they could go after the trios belts. uh. idk it kinda feels like we all forgot abt the roh trios belts

[2leggedshark]

Did yall see it looks like they're adding a guy to the righteous

[kor-knight]

Deal with the Devil ch 2

So, idk about you guys, but having Archie like this makes it so much easier to tolerate him. Might be my bias opinion, but oh well lol. Enjoy! 

“Seriously Jughead.” Archie asks again. “What the hell was that?” When Jughead shrugs, Archie just lets out an exaggerated sigh, dropping his hands to his side. “Dude c’mon! You just told the entire school that some random ass kid was with us now!”

This was the millionth time Archie brought up what Jughead had so casually mentioned in the hall yesterday. After the whole ordeal happened, and Archie got the brunt of his anger out on a wall, they sat down and ate something with their newly acquired prodigy. They later found out his name was Trev, and he just transferred to Riverdale from Pembrooke.

“I kinda like Trev, he’s pretty cool.” Joaquin piped up, throwing a card on the table between them.

“You like anyone with a dick and smiles at you.” Archie retorts, tossing one of his own cards on the table. Joaquin just pouts, leaning back.

“I don’t mind Trev.” Jughead finally says, placing a card from his hand on the table. “He’s kinda funny.”

Archie just sighs, dropping his hand of cards on the table. “Guys! It doesn’t matter if Trev is cool or not!”

“Then why are you so worked up Arch?” Joaquin asks, gathering up the cards. “It’s one guy.”

Archie groans again, standing. “It’s the message man! We let one random kid in and then everyone assumes we’re an open-for-friends group.” He was pacing now.

“Hey, have you asked Veronica Lodge to prom yet?” Jughead asks. Archie halts in his tracks, turning to face him. Archie shook his head, face slightly red.

“I haven’t gotten around to it yet.” He replied sheepishly.

“Why haven’t you done it? Scared of rejection?” Jughead poked fun.

“I just haven’t done it yet, calm down.” Archie exclaimed, shaking his head. He turns to Joaquin. “Have you asked Kevin yet?” He wiggled his eyebrows at Joaquin’s flush.

“Not yet. He wasn’t at school yesterday...” Joaquin stated, quickly turning to look at Jughead. “You probably didn’t even try to ask Betty Cooper yet, huh?”

Jughead snorted, nodding. “For your nosy information – I did.” Archie choked on his drink. They both stared at Jughead, waiting. He sighs, “She said no.”

Archie just frowns. “You’re gonna ask again, right?” Joaquin quirked an eyebrow. Jughead just shrugged, lighting a cigarette.

“Eh, maybe not. She seems as stuck up as before.” He says taking a long drag of his smoke, the smell of tobacco and burning paper filter into the air around him.

“Oh yeah, about that.” Joaquin pipes up, crossing his arms. “What’s up with the past man? Archie mentioned yesterday that you knew Betty from before?”

It was a harmless question, but Jughead’s stature turned timid. He just shook his head. “Its a long story. All you need to know is me, her and Archie used to be friends, but her moms a psycho.” He takes another drag of his smoke before continuing. “She doesn’t even remember me I bet. Seemed like that yesterday anyway.”

Joaquin opened his mouth to say something, but Jughead cut him off. “It was a long time ago, just leave it alone.”

Archie stood, starting to pace. “You’re asking her again.” Jughead quirks an eyebrow, but stays silent. “I’ll up the bet. $150 if you can make her say yes.” Joaquin smirked, watching Jughead.

“Why is this so important man? I asked her already, she said no. Leave it at that.” Jughead stated, tossing the cigarette butt down and rubbing his hands over his face. “Plus it’s stuck up, nerdy Betty Cooper. She doesn’t have any friends, hell I don’t even know if people like her!” He was exhausted of this idea, hoping Archie would just drop it.

“Which is why this will be even better! Think of how funny it would be man.” Archie clapped him on the shoulder, smiling. “Butter her up, make her feel good, take her to the prom, then bam! We humiliate her!” Archie was cackling now, sorta like a wicked witch cackle. It was unnerving.

Jughead just shrugged again, mouth in a straight line.

“I don’t know man. That seems a bit, harsh.” Joaquin added, eyes weary. He was watching Archie and Jughead intently.

“It’ll be fine. Just a harmless prank.” Archie threw his arm over Jughead’s shoulder. “Right dude?” Jughead just sighed, nodding. A smile spread across Archie’s face as Jughead agreed. “Fucking rights dude!”

“Sure man, whatever.”

With the details sorted out soon after, the trio set off for school. Archie had planned a very elaborate scheme to ask Veronica out with, which included singing(for reasons he didn’t know) and/or dancing. Joaquin was supposed to ask Kevin as well, convince him if he says no. Annnnd Jughead was supposed to ask Betty Cooper, again.

“How about, instead of asking her to prom and getting rejected – again – you ask her out on a normal date?” Joaquin offers as they head through the doors of the school. “You know, build the relationship up before the ‘big day’ sorta thing?”

Jughead glances at him sideways, curiosity spiking. “What do you mean?”

Joaquin flushes. “I had to do something similar with Kevin – you sorta throw yourself into stuff they do normally, get them to notice you, and build off that.”

Jughead just stares. “How the hell am I going to accomplish that?” Joaquin looked sheepish, shrugging. “I’m not joining the stupid student council!”

“You’re joining the student council?” Archie’s voice came from behind Jughead, appearing beside them soon after. “That’s pretty fucking nerdy, not gonna lie.”

“No! I’m not joining that stupid thing. Ever!” Jughead states, slumping his shoulders. “Whatever. I’m going to class.”

Joaquin pipes up as Jughead strolls down the hall. “Remember what I said!”

Jughead just nodded, not looking back. He made it his class in record time, shoulder bumping a random as he went. People knew to leave him alone. It was common knowledge. The last guy who didn’t know that found out real quick, ending up with a sprained wrist and broken nose. But that was in the past. As he entered his class, a familiar blonde ponytail stood in front of him, at the teachers desk – again. He strode up beside her, leaning a hand on the desk casually.

Betty glanced at Jughead sideways, before turning back to the teacher. “I don’t need a partner Mr. Fontaine! I can do this project on my own.” She leaned forward, placing her hands on the desk. “You know I can.”

Mr. Fontaine just grimaced, clearly he hated arguing with her. “Like I’ve been saying, Ms. Cooper. I already assigned partners for the project – oh hey, Mr. Jones, glad you could show up.” Jughead quirked an eyebrow, mouth staying closed. Mr. Fontaine clears his throat. “Uh, right. Ms. Cooper, meet your partner, Mr. Jones.” Betty’s head snaps sideways, shock evident on her features. “Betty, Jughead. Jughead, Betty. Now shoo.” He waved them off.

Betty scoffed. “Unbelievable.” She crosses her arms, turning to Jughead. “Look. I’m only gonna say this once. Don’t get in my way, and let me do all the work.” When Jughead just smirks, Betty groans. “I’m used to failing students backpacking off my good grades and hard work. So I’ll do everything, and you can just pencil your name in the corner like everyone else. Got it?” She looks at him pointedly.

“Are you done?” When she nods, he crosses his arms over his chest, mirroring her. “We’re gonna work on this project together, so deal with me.” Her hands clench into tight fists, knuckles turning white. “What time should I pick you up tonight?” He winked at her, a smug smirk on his lips. Betty let out an exasperated sigh, storming off.

“6 and don’t be late.” He heard her yell back as she took her seat. He chuckled, sitting down himself.

Time past quickly, and before he knew it, 5:30pm rolled by and he was driving to the Cooper residence. A north side quaint townhouse, not very spectacular, but what about Betty really was? Arriving at the house, Jughead pulled his cell out, sending a quick text to Betty – she reluctantly gave him her number after he made the assumption her mother would be ok with male company. A few minutes pass before she steps out the front door, dressed slightly different from this morning at school.

Now she was wearing a simple pastel skirt, a seemingly perfectly pressed blouse and tiny nude heels. She looked so incredibly boring. Sighing, Jughead quickly honked the horn of his dads old truck, pulling her attention to him. She caught his eye, and her shoulders slump slightly. She head in his direction, opening the passenger door hastily, and hoping in beside him.

Betty fastens the seat belt, sighing slightly. She looks over at Jughead, who by all definition, is staring at her.

“What?” She spat out.

Jughead blinked, frowning. “Where do you wanna go?” He pointed out the windshield.

Betty blinks, surprised. “Oh. Uh, Pops I guess.” She shifts her gaze ahead of her, waiting. When Jughead doesn’t start the engine, she looks over at him skeptically. “You do know Pops right?” She quirked a brow.

“Oh I know. I was just watching you bite your lip.” He leaned close, face inches from the side of hers. “It’s a pretty sexy trait, Betty.”

Her face flushes, looking away, she quickly crosses her arms and frowns. “Just start the truck, Jughead.”

His lip curves up at the side, glancing at her sideways. “As you wish, M’lady.” He bows his head slightly, laughing when her blush deepens.