the duff. ❨ reghead! ❩

CHAPTER THREE

 

LOUD. That was the only way to describe it. In the center of Cheryl's three story house, was where a group of people were dancing. We all walked in as a group. Kevin eyeing who was there at the party, Betty looking at Archie to see where he planned on going and Veronica who was already getting pumped to dance.

I wasn't the type who normally went to parties. The drive in was my type of party. With movies like Scarface playing, and the little peaceful darkness being the backdrop of it all. So now there I was, slightly closing my ears because of the constant booming of the radio practically bullying my ear drum. Everybody starts to part ways I start looking for a certain person. Not because of anything important. I just wanted to see if he actually was here or not.

Betty leans into me, "looking for someone?" She smirks. I look at her chuckling. "Just wanted to know if he did show up." She nods pretending to accept my excuse. Veronica grabs the Cooper's hands in the direction of the dance floor. Betty then grabs my hand like a domino effect. Or chain. That makes more sense.

"Jug, come dance!" Betty smiles. The music started to flow through her veins. I awkwardly try to walk away. "The Jughead's weren't made for dancing. Just sarcasm and sardonic humor. Dancing is a no, but you guys have the time of your life." Before I know it, Betty is grabbing my hand in full force to the dance floor.

There's about eight counts spent of me pretending to enjoy getting loose to whatever Cheryl is playing. "Ah, this is so nice but damn I hate to cut it so short, this dancing is really making me thirsty so if you excuse me.." I pull from Betty's hand finding my way to Cheryl's little island bar. Betty whines but then after awhile continues to dance with Veronica and I sigh of relief.

I sit down on one of the stools. The guy at the bar fixing the drinks serves me a liquid in the cup. "Tonight's not the really the night I'd like to find myself in Costa Rica with alcohol poisoning because of some corrupting bartender so if you could just empty whatever's in here— that'd be great." I said.

"It's Cherry Coca Cola. Although I'll take you up on that Costa Rica trip, it sounds exhilarating." I smile grabbing the cup. I turn my head to the corner to see the famous boy of the hour taking pictures of some random people on the other side of the room. His blue eyes mix of focus and obliviousness to which all he sets his eye on are taking good pictures.

I smile before turning my head back to Ralph who's mixing the drinks. Until the sound of obnoxiousness and all around dick seems to fill my ears as Reggie's hollering is heard in every part of this secretive house. You can hear him high five someone right in the back of me before I can feel the presence eyes on myself and a developing smirk.

The fellow jock leans over the stool next to me keeping his forearms on the counter. "Hey there, American Horror Story, enjoying the party?" He asks me, making himself comfortable. This meant that he planned to bother me for awhile. "I was. About two seconds ago when that bar stool was still empty," I say pointing to the stool he was currently leaning on. Reggie laughs.

"Such fire coming from the mystery comic nerd. Speaking of fire– I heard Veronica the ice Queen is quite the opposite. Ronnie and Betty talk about me lately?" Reggie asks. The question becomes even worse every time he asks it.

"Yes, actually. When I had told them that the all star jock Reggie Mantle was interested in them it was like– their eyes had lit up. In this childlike wonder and they just started dancing together. It was kinda beautiful." I say, sarcasm seeping through every word and syllable.