conceal. × jeronica/vughead

ch 46

Jughead made it back home. It was hard for him to process everything that had happened, it was unbelievable. He never felt that way toward anyone else, not even Betty.

He doubts Veronica would ever forgive him. And he's already thought of places to stay once she kicks him out.

Jughead arrived to the house, he tried opening the door, but it was locked.

Thanks to his luck, he didn't have his keys, either.

"Fuck," he muttered. Until, he saw that his window was opened.

He successfully climbed to the window, but fell before actually getting in.

Veronica paused the TV once she heard a strange noise outside.

She walked out the door, and saw Jughead, on the ground.

He was mumbling a bunch of curse words, while holding his leg in pain.

"Jughead?" Veronica crossed her arms.

"Oh, Veronica. Hi- Hey." Jughead was trying to act cool.

Veronica chuckled, a bit.

She then helped Jughead back inside. Jughead was able to limp to the couch.

Veronica sat next to Jughead, she had a first aid kit on her lap.

"Okay, show me your leg," she took out some bandages.

"What?"

"I said, show me your leg," Veronica repeated.

"What do you know about healing wounds? Plus, I'd do it myself. I don't like exposing my leg," Jughead replied.

"Why are you being so grumpy?"

"Why are you being so helpful, and acting like nothing happened? You know, right after I all of a sudden kissed you?" Jughead questioned.

"Why are you assuming how I felt when that happened?" Veronica asked.

"I don't know, all I know is that you pushed me, then left me out of pure awkwardness," Jughead shrugged.

Veronica tilted her head, smirking.

"Don't make that face," Jughead said.

"What face?"

"That face."

Veronica's smirk turned into a smile. "I'm not one to dwell on the past."

"I feel you're lying. Plus, it was a half an hour ago," Jughead looked back at the TV.

Veronica saw a rip on his jeans, and the big scrape on his knee.

"Oh," she said, before kneeling down, and dabbing a wet towel on his wound.

"Ow," Jughead flinched.

Veronica then rolled up his jeans to his knee, which hurt.

Jughead grunted.

"I'm not a doctor, okay?" Veronica looked up at him.

"Then why not bring me to one?" Jughead asked.

Veronica didn't answer.

"Why do you even bother to help me, Veronica?" Jughead questioned.

Again, Veronica didn't answer.

"Veronica? Don't you hate me?"

"Why would I hate you?"

"I mean, you don't like me."