Them [bughead]

~Him~

He heard the bell ring as he downed yet another shot of vodka. He felt as if the air lacked oxygen and his head started spinning. It didn't even cross his mind that the reason everything started spinning wasn't because of the vodka but because of her.
"Juggie?" A soft whisper that gave him goosebumps and a hand on his shoulder. He slowly turned around and watched as his girl, who no longer was his girl, looked at him with hurt eyes. He didn't know how to react. He was so ashamed...once again he had been drinking. And this time before lunch. "Everyone's looking for you." He turned back to the counter and the bartender.
"One more." He mumbled. She shook her head and grabbed his shoulder again, forcing him to turn around.
"No, you...you don't drink." She said and he scoffed. He wanted to kiss her but knew that he probably would hurt her if he did so. So he stopped himself.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Elizabeth?" He mumbled. She looked at him and wiped away some vodka from his chin. He moved away from her and saw as her eyes went from worried to hurt.
"Please Juggie...just come with me...I'll drive you home." He once again scoffed. And when he didn't answer she took her phone and texted the adress to FP. But Jughead didn't even notice that. He had once again turned around to the bartender and asked for another shot.
"I think you should go with your girl. She seems worried." The woman said, the same woman who took Jughead home less than twelve hours ago.
"Oh shut your fucking mouth and give me another shot." Jughead growled.
"Don't." Betty said and the bartender shook her head. Jughead frowned and stared at Betty. He had to get rid of her. She couldn't see him like this. Mostly because he was wasted and knew he would probably do something stupid, like tell her he loved her, and partly because he wanted to down more shots to drown his sorrows. And then, deep down, he knew that she probably didn't even love him. And he wanted her to leave so that she wouldn't be able to hurt him. So that he would be the first one to hurt her. So that he wouldn't fall apart. Even though he already was. Because every second without her hurt. He smirked in an, succesful, attempt to look less broken than he was.
"Also, she's not my girl." He looked at her knowing that his next words would make her walk away. "She is just some Northsider I fucked to show my friends just how slutty they are." Betty opened her mouth and gasped for air. Jughead watched as she placed her hand on her chest. How her eyes went from hurt to completely broken. She stared at him and his smirk grew even bigger. Even though he wanted to take back every word he had said. Because it was probably the biggest lie he had ever told anyone. He loved her more than life itself and he told himself over and over again that what he had said was the best for her. That she would be able to move on, find an amazing husband and have kids in a safe environment without the threat of any gang. And most importantly, without the someone who only made her life miserable. He watched as she tried to hold her tears back.
"Is it true? Was that...was that all I was?" No, it wasn't. Three words so easy to say. So completely true. So important. Yet he couldn't say them. He just looked at her.
"Yeah, so stop obsessing over me." He mumbled. He couldn't bare say them louder. She ran outside and all he wanted to do was run after her and take her in his arms. Hug her and tell her that she was the only thing he had ever loved. But he didn't.

"One more." He said and the bartender just stared at him. "I said one fucking more shot of vodka is it so fucking hard to understand proper English?" He yelled as he hit his hand on the counter. She looked at him and did what he asked.
"That was really mean." She said as she handed him the tiny glass filled with vodka. He scoffed and downed it in a matter of seconds.
"And untrue." He whispered. She didn't notice. But at least he had said it. He had to before he was going to fall apart aswell. He wiped away a tear before anyone could see it and sighed deeply. "One more." His mumbles had now turned into slurring and he felt sick. But he didn't care, he wanted to forget. Forget everything that had happened to him, everything htat he had done. Forget the girl he was so madly in love with.
"I think that's enough." The bartender said. He glared at her and knew she was right. It was enough.
"Jughead!" His blood froze as he heard his father's voice. "What the hell do you think you're doing at a bar on a fucking Wednesday?" FP growled. Jughead felt his dad dragging him out of his chair and before Jughead knew it he had been pushed up against the wall. "Do you want to end up like me?" He yelled, Jughead just looked at him with tired eyes.