High School just started and I'm busy already... I'm still gonna be posting on here lots though!! I write the requested imagines in my Study Hall😂
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Cheryl Blossom watched the infamous Jughead Jones closely as he followed your movements, seemingly unable to tear his eyes off you.
The redhead and you were not close, that much was clear to everyone in town, but you were of the Blossom blood and she refused to let you associate yourself with people like Jughead Jones. For her, it was bad enough that you were even friends with him and she didn't even want to imagine you both taking that next step in your relationship.
She narrowed her eyes as her arms crossed over her chest, she knew she had to do something-find some way to stop this whole situation before it even happened.
Cheryl was creative, she knew she would figure it out before Jughead decided to do anything about how he felt.
The school day hadn't even ended when she cornered the boy in the hallway.
Jughead raised an eyebrow as the girl blocked his path down the stairs. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked, his sarcasm clear as day.
"I want you to stay away from my cousin," Cheryl demanded.
Jughead snorted, adjusting the strap of his backpack, "Right," he drawled, attempting to walk past her.
Cheryl pushed her hand flat against his chest, forcing him to stand back in front of her. "I'm being serious. (Y/N) is way too good for you."
Jughead's demeanour had tensed, but he tried to play off her words, attempting to show anything she said wouldn't effect him. "I don't know what you think is going on, but (Y/N) and I are friends," he said. "So I really don't get what you're trying to do here at all. Besides, the two of you haven't had an actual conversation in about a year-you may be family but you don't know anything about her, have nothing to do with her life. I don't understand how you think you can dictate what she does and who she hangs out with."
Cheryl's expression became almost taunting, "But that's the thing, I think you do understand, Jughead. I know that you want to be more than friends with her, I don't really get how (Y/N) hasn't figured it out by now," she said, rolling her eyes, "but I guess she has always been a little slow."
Jughead glared at the redhead, causing her to sigh.
"Look, Jughead. You said it yourself, (Y/N) and I are family-and that means a lot to me." Cheryl paused as he scoffed at her words, her voice hardening as she continues. "I refuse to let a Blossom," she declared, trailing her eyes over the length of Jughead's body, "mingle with Southside trash."
Jughead crossed his arms, his entire body now tense. "Too little, too late," he told her. "We've been hanging out for years."
Cheryl gave him a pointed look, "I think you know what I mean. You may not be the dumbest of the lot," she said, the words the closest to a compliment she had ever given to him, "but you are certainly not worthy of (Y/N). Life doesn't work like that, not when a Blossom is involved."
Jughead pursed his lips, "Is that all you wanted?"
Cheryl thought to herself for a moment, "Just remember what I said. A small trailer on the outskirt of town isn't good enough for (Y/N)-a gloomy, beanie clad writer isn't good enough for (Y/N)." Cheryl spoke slowly, trying to get him to understand.
He nodded, "Whatever," he muttered, finally pushing past her and walking away.
You spotted your friends easily in the almost empty diner, huddled around the usual booth. A smile covered your face as you approach them, sliding into the empty space beside Jughead.
"Hey," you greeted, your expression only wavering when you notice Jughead pressing himself against the window to move away from you.
Archie waved and continued to eat while Betty matched your smile and said hello.
"You okay?" you asked Jughead quietly, trying not to draw attention from the pair opposite you.
He shot you a quick glance before nodding, not bothering to give you a verbal answer.
Not wanting to push him, you only sighed-letting him have his space.
You noticed very quickly over the next week that Jughead's attitude around you in the diner wasn't a one time thing. He was avoiding you and you weren't the only one who noticed.
Having no idea what was going on with him, you were beyond confused and very hurt. You had never gone so long without talking to Jughead and you were usually the first person he confided in.
It was a huge change in your life and was taking more of a toll on you than you would have expected-hence why you were hiding in the corner of the girls locker room, trying to control your tears.
"(Y/N)?"
Your eyes snapped up, focusing in on the redhead who was taking hesitant steps towards you.
"What's wrong?"
Scoffing, you used your sleeve to try and wipe away all evidence of your tears. "Do you care?"
Her expression softened only slightly, "Of course I do."
Nodding, pretending to follow her logic, you let your legs spread out in front of you. "Right," you said. "How could I forget? My beloved cousin, Cheryl Blossom, cares deeply about how I'm doing," you continued, sarcasm practically dripping from your tone.
"There's no need to be like that," she said, taking a few more steps towards you before crouching. "What's wrong?" she asked again.
You gave her a pointed look, as if to show her that you weren't believing her act.
"Come on," she encouraged.
Sighing, you let your head fall back against the wall. "Jughead's been ignoring me lately."
"That's it?" she snorted.
Closing your eyes, you let out a laugh. "Why did I even bother?"
"It's a reflex," she defended. "Is this really bothering you so much?"
Slowly, you opened your eyes once more to meet her gaze. "He's my closest friend," you told her quietly, "without him, I just feel so..." you trailed off, unable to find the words.
Cheryl sighed, "I don't get what the big deal is, this is Jughead Jones we're talking about."
"Exactly," you countered.
"You don't need him in your life."
"That's where you're wrong," you whispered.
"Look," Cheryl insisted, "this is for the best. Jughead isn't right for you."
"What are you talking about?" you asked.
Cheryl let her hand rest on your knee, "All I'm saying is that you can do better that some stupid Southsider."
You didn't understand what she was saying, but you knew she was trying to make a point. "What did you do?" you demanded.
She shrugged, "I only told him the truth."
"And what truth is that?" you spat.
"That someone like him isn't good enough for you," she said casually.
You didn't think you had heard her right, but you knew your cousin too well to doubt what she had said.
Pulling your leg away from her touch, you shot to your feet, pressing your back against the wall. "You didn't," you insisted.
"What?" she snapped, crossing her arms. "It is the truth."
"You have got to be kidding me," you mumbled.
You go to walk around Cheryl, but her hand shot out to grip your arm.
"Don't touch me!" you growled, pulling your arm away and storming out of the locker room, ignoring Cheryl's shouts.
You found your way to the tables outside, knowing where to find Jughead. You saw your friends almost immediately and picked up your pace. Letting your hand rest on Jughead's shoulder, you ignored the pang of hurt that filled you as he flinched away from your touch.
"We need to talk," you told him, not bothering to acknowledge your friends.
"I'm busy," he muttered.
"I don't care, we need to talk."
Jughead must have understood the plea in your voice because he reluctantly nodded, standing and leaving his food behind. He followed you until you came to a stop.
"I know what Cheryl said," you began, hating the look of recognition that you could see in his eyes.
Jughead's face hardened, "It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does," you insisted. "It's not true what she said."
"(Y/N), just leave it."
You shook your head, "I can't, I need you to believe me," you pushed, reaching out to grip his hands in yours.
He looked down at them and sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. "(Y/N)," he tried.
"No," you said, shaking your head again. "I'm not letting you go until you tell me that you believe me." You could hear how your voice was on the verge of cracking, as could Jughead. "Cheryl was wrong, so incredibly wrong and I can't have you believing her lies."
Jughead squeezed your hands, "It wasn't a lie," he told you quietly. "We're not right for one another, okay?" he said. "I'm definitely not good enough for you," he laughed. "I know that, I just didn't want to hear it."
"Why do you believe her over me?" you asked him. "I've never lied to you," you whispered.
Jughead smiled, "I know. But I don't think you're understanding what your saying, what you're implying."
"I do," you said firmly. "You know me. I would never say something I didn't mean, I would never lie to you."
"Look-"
You cut his words off by connecting your lips with his, Jughead froze for a moment but you found yourself smiling into the kiss as he responded. "I don't do anything I don't mean either," you mumbled quietly.
"I wanted to tell you," he whispered, resting his forehead against yours. "But then Cheryl-"
"It's okay," you assured him. "Just-just please don't ignore me like that again. Promise me that we'll talk things through from now on."
"I promise."
"Speaking of," you laughed slightly, a little flushed, taking a step back, "we should start with us," you said.
Jughead's smile grew, "Us?"
"I think I made myself clear," you said, tilting your head to the side, your expression playful. Releasing his hands, you wrapped your own around his shoulders, "Or should I provide another example?" you asked.
Jughead laughed, letting his hands rest on your waist, "I'm starting to get it," he answered, playing along. "But maybe you should try again?" he suggested.
"With pleasure," you murmured.
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