the duff. ❨ reghead! ❩

CHAPTER FOUR

OUTRAGED WAS A GOOD WORD TO USE. I was upset and outraged at how someone like Reggie Mantle could depict who was the special one in the group and who was just– approachable. God, I hate that word now. It's practically a synonym for bullshit.

I walked out of the house, my eyes kinda teary and just unfocused from trying not to be seen anymore. Even though that wasn't the problem it had seemed. No one was really looking at me. I bumped into someone by the door and I looked up to see Emerson. He smiles at me. "Hi there. I didn't expect to see you here," That was probably supposed to make me happy. But when I opened the door and walked out not saying a word (not like I would've) he realized that.

It wasn't anything he really said. One, because he rarely said a sentence but two, the fact that he didn't think I would've went to parties. Although I'm sure everybody would've knew that Archie,Betty,Veronica,And Kevin would go. It was bullshit. Seriously though, can someone answer me this question. Who the fuck makes labels like that?

I hear running footsteps as I walk out unto the street. I didn't look back because the faster I went, the faster I could go home, and the faster I could erase this night from the left side of my brain.

"Hey!" Someone grabbed onto my shoulder stopping me. It was Emerson. "Was it something I said?" He asks. I look down, shaking my head. I lightly move my shoulder continuing to walk. The chestnut brown haired boy starts to walk with me.

"I hope you know that I'm not leaving," He tells me when he glances at me. "I'm going to practically walk you home. Silence or not." That was probably supposed to be sweet too but nothing could've really changed the way I was feeling.

The silence really didn't stop him. "You know, if someone happened to piss you off really bad at the party, I'm not Steve Austin or anything but if anyone messes with you they're not going to get off easy." That almost made me laugh.

He looks at me, smiling. "Deep down I can tell you're amused. And you're probably thinking of having sex with me right now. But it's okay, cause y'know me too." A laugh escapes out of me and Emerson whips his head to the side and an instant smile appears on his face.

"Ha! I got you to laugh. One point goes to Emerson." I take out my phone, opening it up to a picture that reads I'm asexual on it. I show my phone to him and he laughs, putting his hand up to his forehead. "Oh God, that's embarrassing. Okay, let me rephrase it. You're not really thinking of having sex with me right now. You're actually not thinking about it at all." I laugh again putting my phone in my pocket.

We arrive to the Twilight Drive-In. Emerson gets the idea that this is the destination I was heading to. "Cool place you got here," he compliments and I smile.

"This has been one of the most weirdest yet amusing conversations I've ever had with somebody. Probably because you didn't talk at all." I laugh covering my mouth with my hand. He laughs too. "I'm gonna obviously go, but I look forward to seeing you. I'd say looking forward to you talking, but I'll take what I can get." I wave heading towards the employee room.

"Hey," he speaks again turning around. I turn my head towards him. "Do you think that you could tell me your name?" He asks. I nod. "Yeah? Cool because your blonde friend wouldn't."

I chuckle. "Jughead." I finally speak. His eyebrows furrow in astonishment, "okay, wasn't expecting that. But cool, that's really unique. I'm definitely going to remember it." He waves again walking off.