The new girl

River vixens

During the river's practice, jughead Jones sits up on the stands after he had raised his eyes for a certain blonde.

Practice was always the best place for her to do that. She had a love-hate relationship with Cheryl Blossom. In the beginning of high school, they hated each other, despised each other to the core. Cheryl was just another privileged student who thought the world revolved around she and her brother. Betty was just another uppity two-shoe who thought she was better than everyone.

When betty tried to try out for the elves, Cheryl thought it was a joke, but at the end it turned out that Betty was one of the best dancers in the squad.

After she became best friend with Veronica Lodge, and although Veronica wasn't as good a dancer and wasn't a stellar tumbler, she still was rich and beautiful, just Cheryl's type.

After a while, Cheryl noticed the obscured guest of the stands. What the hell is that doing here?" Betty turned to look at what Cheryl was and felt her heart sink, "What the hell?" She whispered to herself. Sat on the top of the bleachers at the very back was the same Serpent she wanted to avoid. His intimidating eyes locked on her the entire time. She suddenly felt self-conscious and pulled at the sleeves on her shirt.

"It's a closed practice!" She heard the red-head yell. He didn't move. "Are snakes deaf?"

Betty stood to attention and looked at Cheryl, "I'll go. Let me talk to him. Give me a minute." Cheryl twisted her face into disgust, "Careful, Betts. Snakes bite." Betty rolled her eyes at the theatrics everyone had and all the bad snake jokes she heard since school started.

The blonde sighed as she turned around and made her way towards the smirking serpent. She avoided eye contact the entire way, afraid she would slip and fall and embarrass herself in front of him. "Couldn't stay away?"

She scoffed, her mouth hanging, "You're the one stalking me, Jughead. I'm at practice, why are you even here?" She hissed at him quietly. He folded his arms, "I was going home. I heard music. I came. It's really that simple, Betts." She squinted her eyes, "You need to leave, this is a closed practice."

He only nodded his head, "So I've heard. Your little enthusiastic friend over there," he gestured to Cheryl who was scowling at him but then moved on to continue the dance Betty was teaching, "She shouted at me for some reason." Betty folded her arms, "Because you shouldn't be here, Jughead. You need to go, now." His smirk only widened, "I think I'll stay. There's no law stating I can't be here right now."

Having had enough of his smugness Betty stepped closer to him, now standing directly in front of him, "Now is not the time to be smug, asshole. I don't want you here. You need to go, I don't know why you keep following me around or why you insist on making my life a living hell but-" She was cut off by a stream of heat that ran through her legs and into her core.

She looked down as Jughead unfolded his arms and placed his hands on the back of her thighs pulling her closer to him and in between his legs. Running his palms up the back of her thighs. Betty quickly jumped back, almost tumbling down the bleachers. She adjusted her shorts and glared at him, "Stop it. This is not appropriate, and you know it. I have a boyfriend, please respect that."

Enough of the boyfriend talk. I've only been around for one day and I already know that relationship is void and filled with nothing besides expectations and comfort. Drop this act, and drop it soon Betty. I'll have you one way or another," he promised as he stood to his feet. "I'll go this time, but next time, it'll be you begging me to stay." She rolled her eyes at him before turning to leave, she had enough of him for one day and his cologne was making her head spin.

Before she could get too far, she heard him call out, "You look sexy in your little short shorts by the way!"

She blushed, hard.