"I hate you!" Betty screamed at Jug, tears dripping down her face. "I fucking hate you!!!"
She grabbed a book from the side table and hurled it at him. It hit his chest and fell to the floor, but he barely felt it. His entire body was numb.
"Betty—" he started, but she covered her ears and shook her head violently.
After a few seconds, she unplugged her ears and screeched, "HOW COULD YOU?! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!!!"
"I do!" he spoke immediately. There was no question of that.
"Then why would you kiss her?!" she sobbed. Just thinking about it burned a hole through her heart.
"I didn't!" He'd been trying to tell her that since she saw him and Cheryl at the party.
"I saw you!! Don't fucking lie, Jughead!"
"Cheryl kissed me! And she only did it because she said she didn't want us dating! She used my phone to text you to come meet me in that room! Then when she heard the door open, she—"
"NO!!!!" Betty yelled suddenly.
She almost believed it. Almost. But she didn't want to risk it.
The worst part? That it was true.
But she didn't know that.
Betty pushed past Jug and opened the door. "Get the fuck out!"
Jughead looked at Betty, his heart crumbling, tears streaming down his cheeks. She wouldn't listen.
Betty was just as heartbroken, even more so, since she believed that Jug was a cheater. She couldn't even look at him.
"If you loved me, you would believe me," Jug huffed before walking out of her house.
She slammed the door as hard as she could, bolting it shut, before breaking completely. Her feet fell out from underneath her, and she crouched on the floor, on her knees, sobs wracking her body completely, every heave burning her chest.
It didn't even make sense. Jughead and Cheryl? Really? And the fact that Cheryl would do such a cruel thing for her own benefit made sense.
But Betty didn't want to think of that. It seemed too perfect for her. Well, not really, but everything in her life had taken a horrid twist. She didn't want to make herself believe that this could be any different.
Except, well, it was.
Two days later
Jughead sat in one of the booths in the corner, waiting for Veronica to show up. When the bell jingled and she appeared in the doorway, he shot up and waved her over.
"I don't even know why I agreed to meet you," she mumbled under her breath as she walked over. Jug didn't notice a thing.
"I didn't cheat on Betty," he said the second she sat down.
"I'm serious. Did she even tell you what I said?"
"What did you say?"
"It was Cheryl. First of all, me and Cheryl basically hate each other. Second, why the hell would we get together? I can't even imagine that. And third, I love Betty. I'd never do anything, ever, to hurt her. Cheating is hurting her. I'm not a fucking cheater."
Veronica looked at him, opened her mouth to defend Betty. And no words came out.
His explanation was perfectly reasonable. Betty's was a big jumble of words, mainly because she was sobbing as she explained it, but also because she only believed it because her life had already fallen apart and that this was just the icing on the cake. This was more logical. Veronica preferred solid facts rather than gut feelings.