Pt 2

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"It's 10:30, Elizabeth! Where were you?!" My mom yelled.

"I was with Jughead. We went to Pops!" I snapped. She interrogated me more than Chic. He is her favorite after all.

"I went with Jughead! You stole my friend Betty!" Chic yelled.

"Sorry, he likes me better!" I yelled. I was getting ready to go upstairs when they started yelling at me again.

"I'm sure he does like you better! For the fact you're French kissing him all day!" Chic yelled. Then there was silence. Chic had a regretful face. I stomped upstairs and went to my room. I locked the door and turned off the light. Did Chic really know? About 15 minutes go by and there was a knock on my door.

"Betty...it's me,Chic...I'm really sorry. I know you and Jughead are just friends. I'm ok with that, but sometimes it gets lonely. You probably hate-" Chic began. I unlocked the door and opened it. I hugged my older brother. Last time I hugged him, I was 6, and he hit me. This time he hugged me back. It was the best hug. Chic was by brother, and I loved him. Probably more than I love myself.

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