❝I don't know what you went through, and I know we aren't going to go back to where we were for a long time, maybe even ever. But if I knew that you were about to go through the worst time of your life, I wouldn't have left. I swear.❞
Catherine Bell...
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↳ Thursday
Nov. 10th ↵
After that day at lunch, Derek and I decided to put that event behind us and agree that we didn't like each other's friends. I couldn't forget how he basically manhandled me in front of them though. But of course, he kissed himself out of the sticky situation.
As I thought about Derek's grip, I remembered the paper about him. Excitedly, I dug into my backpack. I stuffed it somewhere in my bag during passing period while I was in a rush.
I pulled it out, like a golden ticket. I flipped through some pages and found the article, but I only saw all of the serpents we interviewed besides Derek.
Naturally, I was a little upset. I wasn't mad at Jughead or anything, but I wondered why he took out Derek.
I texted him about it and got no reply for hours until later on that night.
Me: How come Derek wasn't in the paper?
Juggy: oh sorry :/ I forgot I had a separate file for him since he was added in late
I had the gut feeling that it was because Jughead didn't like the idea of me and Derek together. I grew determined to have him and Derek be friends so I could be with both of them without feeling guilty.
Thursday, after school, my parents weren't home yet again. Derek and I were on the front steps, making out and being flirty. Derek moved his hand down my stomach and attempted to go below the belt, but I quickly grabbed his hand and nervously laughed.
"Slow down there, Derek," I nervously laughed. "I'm not ready for that kind of stuff yet.
"When will you be ready then?" He asked me, a little more demanding than forgiving.
I took his hand in both of mine, saying, "In a month or two?"
In reality, I didn't know and I started to feel uncomfortable. Thankfully, I noticed Jughead walking down the street. We made eye contact and he almost turned around.
"Jughead!" I called before he could escape.
I could hear his sigh from half a block away. He slowly walked over, slouched, one headphone in.
"Yeah?" He asked, sounding irritated already.
"Wanna hang out?" I asked. "Like, right now?"
Derek laughed a little. "Pipsqueak has somewhere to be. Isn't that right, Jones?"
"I do, actually. I have to go," he deadpanned at me.
My plan failed, and I made things even worse. I hit Derek's shoulder again.
"Derek, I swear to god! If you talk shit about Jughead one more time, we're over," I threatened, pointing at him with my brows raised.
