Destined

Chapter Three

{Jugheads POV} 

This should be fun.

   The girl, Betty, is currently wrapped around my waist holding on for dear life as I race around the streets of Riverdale.

   Betty Cooper. The girl next door. The perfect girl. The few times I've seen her, she's been in her body shop overalls, a muscle shirt and her blonde hair pulled up into a pony tail. I have to give it to her, she's breath taking. But none of that matters.

   She's the target.

   And now I have her.

   We come to a stop at what used to be the drive in. Now abandoned and lonely. It's big screen torn by high winds and rowdy teenagers. It's film building falling apart. Climbing off she pulled off the helmet, causing her pony tail to become loose. As she pulls the band out of her hair, her golden locks fall to her shoulders. She's beautiful, natural.

   When I asked if cherry top was her boyfriend, I felt a twist in my stomach when she confirmed he wasn't. I hadn't expected he was, no boyfriend just leaves without showing affection. But I had to make sure.

   "The old drive in?" She asks.

   "Yup! My old home away from home. Has definitely dwindled since" I say with a sigh as I look at the old picture building.

   "I remember coming here with my dad as a kid. We'd come almost every weekend" she smiled, looking around. I can't help but look at her. She's the type of beauty you only find once.

   Too bad she's just the target.

   "About a month after he died, they closed this place. I remember sitting on one of the mounds the night it closed, just talking to him..." she trailed off. I could see the tears in her eyes, but they went away the moment she looked at me.

   "I'm so sorry..."

   "It's was four years ago" she shrugs, kicking some rocks. "So, Jughead, why'd you bring me here?"

   "I thought it'd be fun. Walk around, talk." I smiled. "I didn't know it'd be a hurtful spot for you..."

   "No! It's okay!! Really, I like it here. I come here sometimes still... just to think" she smiles.

   "Come over here" I motion. She furrows her eyes brows confused, but follows. We walk to the side of the picture building, where I spray painted my name years ago.

   "Jughead Jones Wuz Here" she reads.

   "I used to come here all the time with my dad and mom. Once I was old enough I worked in this building" I said.

   "I can't believe we never saw each other" she chuckles. Thinking about it, I know the reason why.

   "Well, I was usually in the back with the rowdy group..." I trail off. She nods.

   "The Serpents" the moment she says that all I can do is look down. I'm not ashamed of being a Serpent. They're my family, but thinking of her disapproval worries me. All I do is nod in response. "When I was around 6, I would never really get into the movie so I would play around with one of the Serpents kids. She was my age and she was so nice."

   "You never know, she's probably a Serpent now" I say. She chuckles. "Can I ask you something?"

   "Yeah?"

   "What do you think of the Serpents?" I honestly don't know why I ask. What does it matter? She's nothing but a pawn to get me what I want.

   "I mean, I don't know them. They're looked at as criminals but, I can't say what they are. They're people" she shrugs. "You obviously know them better than me, you're one of them" she says, gently pushing my shoulder with hers. I smile slightly, her touch sending shivers through me.

   "And you're okay with that?" I ask.

   "Well. Yesterday, I thought you were nothing but an asshole." She laughs, causing me to do the same. "But today you're nicer" she smiles.

   "Oh just you wait, I can live up to my asshole status." I point out, poking her in the arm.

   "I'm not doubting that"

   All I can do is look at her. Her eyes, the way they shine is the sunlight. The way her hair just sits on her shoulders. The way she bites the skin on her lips when we stand here quietly.

   "Are you hungry?" I ask.

   "Starving!"

   "Let's go, you ever been to Pops?" I ask. She just rolls her eyes.

   "Has anyone in Riverdale not been to Pops?" She shoots back. With a laugh, we climb back onto my bike, her hands snake around my waist. She ends up accidentally placing one of her hands on my bare stomach due to my shirt riding up. "I'm so sorry!" She gasps pulling the hand away. I just laugh as she carefully placed it back onto my shirt covered stomach.

   Betty Cooper.

   What have I gotten myself into with this one?

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Hey!

I'm bored a lot so I'll be posting chapters frequently. So far I'm having fun writing this book. If you have an suggestions, please let me know!!

-Danii LeeAnn