Betty awoke the next morning with a start. She had a dream about that man sat on the curb last night. What was he doing to her? She quickly shook all of this thoughts out of her head and stood up from her bed. Her legs started taking small, shuffling steps towards her dressing table. The cushion on her perfect white seat calling to her. She reluctantly sat down and stared at herself in the mirror. The sight was horrific. Her cheeks were too fat. He lips too small and eyes too dull. She wasn't pretty. Not perfect. Not anything. She didn't belong in the Cooper family. She sighed a deep sigh and picked up the foundation and started to apply the contents to her face. She covered the spots. Painted on some lips whilst she was at it and applied some mascara. She thought that was enough for today. The clothes for that day were nearly later out over the back of her desk chair. She walked over to the clothes and put them on.
Betty's outfit:
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She looked in the mirror at the way the clothes fit her figure. She saw the fat rolls on her stomach and the way her thighs pooled together. She was so fat. Well so she thought in reality she was slim. Beautiful. But I suppose no girl ever really sees what they truly look like.
Betty trudged down the stairs only to face her mother, Alice Cooper. Her mother was as usual dressed in a tight, long skit and a blouse, tucked in of course. Her hair in perfect waves hanging on her shoulders. " Elizabeth, darling please tie your hair up. It doesn't hang right on your shoulders. Wouldn't want to ruin our perfect image now would we?" She exclaimed with that perfectly fake smile of hers. Betty handed her mother the bobble that was wrapped around her wrist and friend around to face the wall. Her mother sighed and dragged her hair into the perfect, beat ponytail. Betty's iconic ponytail. Betty turned around and spoke," I'll see you after school mum." "Ok and please don't miss curfew this evening." , her mother shouted back. Betty just sighed and walked down the street to school.
She was walking to the Blue and Gold office when she saw the boy from last night. His bruises weren't as prominent but the cuts were noticeable. He glanced at her and gazed. Sighing Betty worked up the courage to stride towards him. " Hello I'm betty,you are?" " Jughead Jones and let's face it I'm a weirdo and you don't want to hang out with me so please stop with the fake smile. I can see right through it." , and with that he waltzed off down the corridor. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. How could he tell that her smile was fake? Then again he didn't look like he was the happiest person alive either. The bell soon rang and Betty made her way to Biology class. Once seated in the middle of the room she organised her books.
Halfway through the lesson she noticed that Jughead was also in this lesson. She noticed the way his fingertips grasped at the cuffs of his denim jacket. Holding them down over his wrists. He was looking down not listening to a word the teacher was saying. Why is he covering his wrists she thought? Mr Yates drew her out of her daydream soon enough though. " Mr Jones would you care to listen when I'm speaking.", he asked. "Of course sir I'm very sorry.", replies Jughead with just a hint of sarcasm in his tone. Betty looked down at his wrists again but instead of seeing the denim jacket, she saw red. Straight lines across his wrists. Several of them. All fresh and blood red. His sleeve had rode up when he answered Mr Yates. She was in shock. Why? , was the only question running through her head right now.
