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THE TALES OF A HIGH SCHOOL DUFF.
"Their what?" Reggie shrugs, "y'know, duff. D-U-F-F. Designated Ugly Fat Friend." I blink. "What did you just say to me?" I ask.
Reggie sighs, "It must be hard for Donny Darko to be the DUFF of Riverdale's golden boy. It must be even worse being the duff of Veronica and Betty too, right Juggie?" Reggie clasps a hand onto my shoulder as I am now unsuccessfully drinking my soda in peace.
I turn my head back at him, appalled. "The DUFF? I'd appreciate it if you didn't brand me with any of your new shitty labels." I tell him. I grab the neanderthal's muscular hand off me. "It's not like a big deal, every group has one. You know the one that doesn't look as good, thus making their friends look better. The one whose easy to talk to because no one's trying to get with them. This was a good talk."
I scrunch up my eyebrows. "Okay, you look kind of confused. Can I ask you something?" Reggie asked. I shrug. He was still going to tell me anyways so why not. "How many people a day come up to you to talk about Archie,Betty,or Veronica? Hell! Even Kevin." Reggie questions. I tensed. If I really thought about it, it was quite an unsettling amount.
"You know, I guess a lot. But why would you even care, Reggie? You don't even like my group. So now you're starting to come off really creepy." I point out. Reggie rolls his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, ghost face. All I want to do is point out what you've been missing. Now that you say so many people ask you about golden boy and his posse — how many people a day come up to you, just to talk to you?" Huh. Good question.
"You know a lot of people. I just don't have to prove it you because all you are is a degrading jackass." I insult. I try to wiggle away from him as smooth as possible.
I then remain silent trying my best to down this drink. The only thing left in my mind is trying to get away from Reggie as quick as I can. Reggie smirks. "You're right, teenage zombie. You really don't have to prove anything to me. All I'm doing is saying that y'know..it must suck." And in that moment all the confusion bubbled up to surface spreading through my eyes.
"Let me show you some examples." Reggie takes my arm, pulling me up to stand. He wraps a muscular arm around the back of my neck changing our facing. "Look at Christina." I gasp, "Christina's really pretty," Reggie nods his head to the side in understanding.
"Yeah, she is. It just happens to be that her friends are prettier, y'know what I'm saying? Thus making her...approachable." Approachable is one of the last traits to describe me in the dictionary of Jughead Jones.
"You probably can't even spell approachable." He looks at me. "Actually I can. M'just not going to spell it right now," He says. The last part more under his breath. I smirk.
"Look at Toby. Obviously if you look at him and you look at me you can see the difference in looks. Now, look at the hot girl walking up to him," One girl with dark brown hair leans into Toby. "Do you know if Reggie's single?" She asks in his ear.
Toby nods that he is. And the girl thanks him with a kiss on the cheek. She departs from him walking this way. "Hey there," Reggie greets her. She gives a wave and a seductive glance. "Hi Reg," She responds.
I blink. Reggie looks at me. "See? The girl gets her information and Toby even gets a little action. And I didn't have to do anything," Reggie tries to show me more people but now all the confusion has turned into anger.
I drank the rest of the Coca Cola that actually by the end tasted like shit. I set the red solo cup on the table and looked at Reggie. His hair neat as it's dark brass perfected. Reggie being taller than me making him look down at me smirking. "It's not even that bad," It was like he was waiting for me to deny it. I looked him right in the eye.
And before I knew it– I punched him straight in the nose. Walking away swiftly as all eyes were on me. You could hear the sound of Reggie saying, "what the hell?" in pure pain and anger, as I left.
