Chapter 1: Angel Eyes
“Come on man ! Just do it. It’s easy money and there’s no judgement among men,” Sweet Pea teased following Jughead around the garage like an annoying little brother, “plus the work is prrrrr-etty satisfying.”
He grinned smugly making Jughead pause and look at him in utter disgust.
“No way,” Jughead frowned walking away from his best friend. He had work to do, cars to fix, instead of listening to his friends get rich quick schemes. They had worked together at Riverdale Motors for almost three years now after their best friend and owner Fangs Fogarty died. They both agreed to run the shop together in honour of their friend but Jughead found that that was easier said than done.
“There is no way I’m donating my sperm to some clinic just for money. I’d have to be living on the street before I did anything remotely like that.” Jughead turned the radio in the garage up louder trying to discourage their conversation.
“Well you probably will be if you can’t pay your rent for that shitty trailer by the end of the week. I’m just trying to help you out ! I mean we make peanuts at this place and I’ve already done it. Twice in fact and I have enough now to last me ages.” Sweet Pea finished leaning against the car that Jughead was about to start working on, not giving up.
“No,” Jughead replied flatly, rolling himself under under the rusty car trying to get away from him. He needed the money, boy did he need the money. Not just for food or rent or gas for his bike but for a reason that no one else knew about, and if he couldn’t come up with the money soon he would be in deep shit. But he would rather sell an organ than sell his sperm right now.
“Fine just take the flyer and look at your options,” Sweet Pea sighed handing Jughead a spanner and placing the flyer on the bench behind them.
“If I take it will you stop hassling me?” Jughead voice came muffled from under the car but Sweet Pea could still tell he was annoyed.
“All I’m saying is you need money and they need your sperm what’s the big deal ?”
“I can’t hear you! The music is to loud,” Jughead replied sarcastically, wishing that money really did grow on trees.
It was the first week in May and so far it was turning out to be the worst week in Betty Cooper’s life so far and it was only Wednesday. She was running late from a work meeting (that went less than successful)l to babysit for her sister, her mother was trying to set her up on a blind date with some wannabe rock star who was air to a large estate and tomorrow she had a doctors appointment she was really not looking forward to.
To top everything off, her light blue shiny hatchback car she had brought with her dad when she was sixteen was breaking down in front of her eyes. This car had so much sentimental value to her and she hated that it was slowly dying. After all it was 8 years old and already second hand when she got it.
It was a surprise birthday present from her dad that he hadn’t told her mother Alice about. Betty always thought that was the last straw for her mother and what caused their divorce but they always insisted it wasn’t.
Her check engine light had been on for over three months and each time she took it to her mechanic they looked over it and said there was nothing wrong but clearly there was and right now it was making the worst noise imaginable. Only going 40km an hour and having cars race past her in fury, beeping their horns and swearing Betty started to panic. She defiantly wasn’t going to make it to baby sitting today.
She wasn’t going to take it back to her usual mechanic because they never helped so Betty decided to take it to the only other one in town and lucky for her it wasn’t to far away.
She never believed in the Southside gossip and rumours her mother use to talk about. Every person had their own story and reasons for their lively choices and Betty always believed in not judging a book by its cover. So as she started to chug her old car through the Main Street of the South Side her positive thinking was boosting the confidence she needed.
Riverdale Motors was a small mechanic shop but from a quick google search she found that it had gotten many positive reviews. Parking her car just on the street out front Betty noticed only one other car inside the shop and hoped they’d have room for hers.
Betty had just come from her business meeting in Greendale and hoped her tight black pencil skirt, pink frilly blouse and high heels wouldn’t cause a fuss. One thing she did know was that the men on the South Side weren’t particularly polite when it came to women. Her job at the Riverdale Register was a great stepping stone for her onto bigger and better things and for the most part she enjoyed it but Betty had always wished for a different career.
Walking up to the front of the shed loud music blasted around in the air and she couldn’t see anyone around. A long bench stretched the back of the shop and all kind of tools and car parts were scattered everywhere. She could hear the clanking and turning of a spanner and ratchet and missed the good old days with her father.
Although it was all guarded by an empty reception desk with a tips jar and a small bell sitting amongst mountains of oil stained scrap paper and parts. Hitting the bell twice Betty waited patiently for someone to come out and serve her. But feeling the beat of the music vibrate her own heart she new no one would have heard her.
“Hello !” She yelled tapping the bell a few more times. She felt rude and in a way desperate standing there trying to get someone's attention and thought she it was best to leave.
“Will you stop that dam ringing!” An extremely tall man appeared looking very angry and holding an odd looking car part in his hand. He wore a horribly ripped shirt which almost made him look like he had just been attacked by a bear and Betty noticed it had the name Sweet Pea embroidery just above the left pocket.
“We’re not deaf idiots like you Northsiders probably think,” He spat snatching the bell off the table and judging Betty the moment he saw her.
“Oh no sorry I didn't mean to … I wasn’t …” Betty tried to be polite as ever but could see that manners and apologies would get her no where on this side of town.
“Doesn’t matter.” He waved her off annoyed as hell. “Toilet’s round the back princess. Keys under the mat.” And with that, he turned stunning Betty with his terrible customer service. She was born and raised a polite and respectful young women but Betty wasn’t going to stand for this. She had a tough side and although she never showed it Betty always felt alive when she did.
“Um NO!” She said forcefully making him turn around surprised by her back talk.
“You are a mechanic business aren’t you? And you do want business right?” She asked condescendingly, “because I suggest you improve your people skills and help me with my car…. Sweet - Pea. ” She finished darkly using his name venomously and in a way any mother would when they were punishing their children.
Flabbergasted he looked at her surprised. “Just wait one moment then,” he said quietly leaving. Betty just hoped he was going to get his boss or maybe find some manners she thought.
The garage reminded her of her childhood. Specifically her father when she would fall asleep in the corner of their own garage while he would tinker away at their car. There was something about the smell and grease that was so soothing Betty couldn’t help but have a little look around while no one was watching.
Her heels clicked along the cement as she tried to be quiet but the music was sure to drown out any noise she made. There was just something about this place that made her feel happy, content even and she hadn’t felt like that in a long time.
The contrast of her pink shirt against the black greasy bench was one similar to the stars in the night sky. Beautiful and rare. Betty was so lost in her own world and remembering all her childhood memories she didn't notice two legs sticking out from under the lone car that was in the shop. She was to busy looking around to realise the clanging and tinkering of tools had stopped and two eyes were watching her. More her feet in their slick black high heel shoes wondering what on earth they were doing in his shop but that was about to change.
“Was he bothering you?” A husky voice came out of nowhere making Betty jumped out of her skin and gasped in fright. A man suddenly rolled out from under the car she was standing next to making her heart beat even faster.
“Oh my god.” She breathed clutching her chest. “I wasn’t snooping,” she said defensively “I was just …..”
“Snooping?” He asked cheekily knowing full well that’s exactly what she was doing.
“Sorry,” she said quietly feeling completely dazed and embarrassed.
Jughead smirked at her as he got up off the ground but when he stood his smirk faded. She was absolutely beautiful. The most gorgeous women he had ever seen in his life. Jughead had to blink twice to make sure she was really there. He always knew he had a thing for blondes but she was on a whole other level. Her outfit was one he never thought he’d see in his dirty garage but it definitely blonged on her. Her eyes sparkled bright blue and her blushed cheeks made her look even more heavenly if that was possible. Jughead was in complete awe, he could feel his hands getting sweaty and the temperature rising around them. Even when she started to babble an apology he couldn’t help but smile and listen as though he believed her.
“It’s just that very polite man,” Betty exaggerated spitefully, “went to get my paperwork or something and never came back.” She tried to cover herself but as she watched him turn the music down and come back over to her giving her his full attention she knew he didn’t care.
“So what can we do for you?” Jughead asked.
But in that moment his attention and help was the last thing on her mind. She had finally refocused from her shock and embarrassment to see who was really standing in front of her. He was covered in grease and his hair was an absolute mess but Betty couldn’t help turning to mush. She could feel her legs buckle as a shaky breath escaped her lips. He combed his hands through his jet black curls as he waited for her to answer his question his rugged sexy looks made Betty completely lose her train of thought.
She noticed his long overalls covering his skin and wondered if he had any tattoos. He looked like the type of guy who would. She had always been fascinated by them and wanted one herself. The top two buttons had been ripped off giving Betty a scandalous glimpse of his skin that she definitely shouldn’t be seeing after only one meeting. Biting down on her lip unaware she was reacting this way (as Betty had never done so before and so instantly) her moist lip gloss covered lips rubbed together only fuelling her distraction even more.
“Ahhh sorry, yes,” Betty shook her head flustered trying to focus again, tearing her eyes away from him. “My car it’s having engine troubles and every time I take it to my regular mechanic they never find anything wrong so I thought maybe you guys could help?”
“Well bring it in and I’ll take a look now.” Jughead smirked amused by her absolute lack of subtlety in checking him out.
“Great thank you.” Betty sneakily looked him over one last time noticing his embroidered name on his dirty overalls. “Jughead,” she said backing away
“No problem.” He looked at her in return silently asking for her name.
“Betty.” She smiled at him, blushing for the second time.
Jughead watched as she walked back out and get in her car still amazed by her beauty.
“So are you going to do her ?” Sweet Peas voice came from beside him.
“WHAT !?” Jughead snapped his head around to look at his friend completely shocked by what he thought he had just heard.
“Are you going to do it ? You know flick the bean, pull the plunger.”
“God will you just shut up.” Sweet Peas vulgarity getting on his nerves as Jughead scratched his ear, swearing he heard something different.
“All I’m saying is for the one hundredth time that it’s easy money.”
“Well we have a new customer now so maybe I don’t need your help.”
“Whatever I mean, maybe you could marry her and then you wouldn’t have any money problems. Why are North Side chicks so hot and feisty?” Sweet Pea shook his head walking away, leaving Jughead to take the lead on this one.
“Sorry about Sweet Pea,” he said coming over to Betty, “he’s a bit of a ass.”
“A bit ?” She laughed raising her eyebrows getting out of her car.
“Yeah, normally I handle the customers and he handles the cars.” Jughead chuckled.
“Well if you don’t mind I’d like you to handle mine?” she asked quietly, only realising after she said it that it sounded more forward than she intended.
“Consider it done.” He smiled shyly at her.
Betty rounded the care coming to stand face to face with Jughead. They were supposed to be focusing on her car but they couldn’t help but focus on each other instead. Their soft gazes locking together making Betty smile shyly with him. She could see he was a troubled soul but an ache in her chest told her it was only one thing that she liked about him.
“I guess you should take a look?” Betty asked curiously as to why he hadn’t started already.
“Yes, yep, sorry,” Jughead laughed nervously opening up the hood.
He reached for a rag and started doing a few tests, some tightening of screws and and a few other things but the whole time Betty couldn’t take her eyes off him. This would have been the time when any normal person would have left or asked to fill in the paperwork but not Betty.
She was to busy staring she hadn’t even noticed herself leaning forward to watch him. His hands were so big and rough as they curled around the radiator trying to open it. Betty could see his arm muscles tighten under his long overalls as a cloud of steam pooled out of the open radiator valve. Making her feel even hotter than she already was. But as one of his dark curls fell onto his face and Jughead moved back to grab another tool Betty knew she needed to get out of there. She was falling literally and metaphorically way to fast for this guy. Quickly moving away and straightening up Betty hit her head on the roof of the car.
“Owww,” she laughed rubbing her head.
“Are you ok?” He laughed with her dropping everything he was doing and placing his hand on top of hers instinctively.
“Yeah I’m fine it’s just been a long day.” She looked at him softly, flattered that he was so caring.
Clearing his throat Jughead removed his hand. Now it was his turn to feel embarrassed with his inappropriate gesture. “There might be something wrong with the radiator and the oil filter and that can lead to a deeper problem I’ll probably need to keep the car for a few days depending,” He said looking away from her nervously.
“Oh yeah, that’s fine no worries.”
“Here,” He said reaching for the paperwork and handing it to her, “if you can just fill this out and I’ll call and let you know what I find.”
“Sounds good, I’ll just leave my mobile.” She blushed realising that’s probably too forward. “Actually you know what I’ll leave my work as well. I’m there a lot.”
Or was leaving two number worse ? Betty kicked herself. Why couldn’t she act normal around this guy?
“Sorry we don’t have a spare car for you to take. We aren’t ….”
“Oh no, it’s fine! I might be from the Northside but I’m not afraid of the bus.” She smiled.
He nodded, taking back the paperwork.
“Well thanks for all your help.” Betty nodded getting her handbag out of the car.
“I’ll be in touch,” Jughead said awkwardly not knowing what more to say. Maybe he wanted to call her about something other than her car but who was he to think about her like that. She probably had a boyfriend he figured noticing she didn’t have a wedding ring on.
“Well, bye.” She waved chuckling at his crooked grin and nervous stance.
“Bye,” he whispered, hoping that her car had major issues and she’d have to keep coming back to see him. But he knew that a girl like her would never go for a guy like him. Especially a broke ex-gang member who was going nowhere in life. Jughead Jones was a very different man three years ago. A recovering alcoholic just like his dad, a ladies man and a criminal record longer than any young mothers shopping list. But that was all in the past and Jughead hated to think about it.
“Jughead!” Sweet Pea yelled sounding annoyed.
“The computer shit itself !”
God Jughead thought, how was he going to afford to replace that. Maybe he did need to make that donation after all no matter how much he didn’t like the idea.
It took the computer to catch a virus and the air conditioner to break down for Jughead to bite the bullet. It would just be once and after doing some research he found a separate sperm dona program that was for science purposes only. Less money but still worth it.
So that’s how Jughead found himself in the clinics reception.
“Excuse me ?” He asked the old women that was sitting at the desk more interested in her Novel than him.
“Wait,” She said rudely not looking up at him.
Feeling incredibly impatient and nervous Jughead wasn’t going to put up with this. He wanted to be there for as little time as possible.
“That’s a really good read you have there. I’d say you're almost at the part where Cotton Malone dies,” he finished smugly knowing he’d just spoiled the whole ending for her.
Her gaze lifted slowly from the page and Jughead swore if other people weren’t around she would have killed him.
“How can I help you?” She asked in a sickly sweet voice.
“I saw an advertisement about a research project requiring adult sperm?” He said quietly hating the words he was saying, hating what he was about to do.
“Fill this out, have a seat. When your name gets called take a magazine and a cup and it’s the door on the left.” The women said like a robot.
Gladly taking the paperwork Jughead sat down and started to fill it out.
Name : Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third
Address: Lot 7 Sunnyside trailer park, Riverdale
Recent sexual activity: 3 years ago
Any trouble with sexual intercourse please specify: None
Donation: fertility or scientific study (please circle)
Previous health conditions: None
Family history of illness: None
After that unpleasant encounter with the receptionist and this horrid paperwork that felt like it went on forever Jughead was even more not in the mood then when he first arrived. All the magazines he saw around were filthy and something even his old self would detest. He just couldn’t stop thinking about how many other men including Sweet Pea had jerked off to those shameless pictures. Jughead was always reserved about his sexuality. He wasn't a virgin that ship had sailed a long time ago but openly doing something like this was definitely not his thing. But he needed the money and since it was for science it was better than going to a fertility clinic.
There was one women though who wasn’t in any of the magazines who Jughead hadn’t been able to get out of his head and in this particular situation his mental image of her would be perfect to help him out.
Chapter 2: One of Us
Hey guys hope you all enjoy the update sorry i took so long to get it out !
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There is also some swearing in this chapter just letting you know cause it’s only rated T
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“So, Betty, what do you like to do in your spare time?” Archie asked her from across the booth at Pop’s Dinner. Their date so far was resembling something of a train wreck in Betty’s eyes. This was the first time in the whole hour they had been together that he had stopped talking about himself and asked her something.
“Well, I just work mostly, spend time with my friends, I love old cars and I like to read. Actually my favourite book is Beloved by Toni Morrison. It’s about-”
“-was that the movie with Morgan Freeman in it?” Archie interrupted.
“Um, no, it wasn’t,” Betty replied disheartened by his blatant lack of interest in her or attention to what she was saying.
“Oh, well, I saw this movie with Morgan Freeman in it one time and it was epic. He did all these cool stunts and …..” At this point Betty decided to stop listening to his chatter. So far she had learned almost everything about him and not spoken one word about herself. Betty didn’t care that he was a musician or played local rugby or wanted three kids and to grow old in Riverdale.
All she wanted was for a man to take some interest in her for once. Admittedly, Betty did find Archie Andrews extremely attractive but as soon as he opened his mouth she began to see why he was still single. This would be the last time she ever let her mum set her up on a date.
Her ideal date would be considerate, share common interests and look something along the lines of a very sexy mechanic she met three days ago. She hadn’t received a text or call from him about her car yet but in secret she couldn’t wait to see him again.
Jughead Jones was the man she currently wanted to be on a date with and as Archie pulled out his phone to show her pictures of his band Betty just smiled and nodded absent to the whole situation. She did feel rude not paying attention to him but it was exactly what he did to her.
If Jughead were here right now, Betty thought to herself, she wouldn’t be able to stop smiling. Their feet might accidentally brush under the table making him pause their conversation on literature and look at her with a sexy smirk making her giggle. They’d talk endlessly about mindless facts about each other that to anyone else would be totally boring but to them would be nothing but pleasure. And at the end of the date they would passionately kiss goodbye with the promise of tomorrow fresh in the air.
“I’m sorry what did you say?” Betty shook her head startled, trying to refocus on Archie. Hiding her shy smile that was creeping onto her face at the thought of a man who wasn’t him.
“I just asked if you wanted to come to one of my gigs sometime?”
“Oh, um, I guess. It just depends on my work and if I’m babysitting for my sister.” Betty smiled not really wanting whatever this was to go past this one date. Not that she didn’t think his music would be good and that he wasn’t a lovely guy,he just that he wasn’t the guy for her.
“Of course, yeah. We can just see what happens,” he replied smiling back at her. Betty hoped he didn’t feel any chemistry between them because right now she really didn’t want to have to tell him that she just wanted to be friends.
As Archie continued to talk about his life Betty really didn’t want to listen to him talk anymore and sent a quick text to her friend Kevin Keller under the table.
Betty: HELP. CALL ME.
She’d briefed him before coming on the date that she might need a way out and even though the doctor’s appointment she had scheduled for today was in another two hours Archie didn’t know that.
And right on cue her phone started ringing.
“I’m sorry Archie do you mind if I take this quickly?” Signalling he didn’t mind Betty answered the phone and began her sharade with the doctor's office who was actually her good friend Kevin.
“Betty, I was about to have sex let’s hurry this up.”
“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I forgot. Is the appointment still available?”
“Well, I don’t know, he seemed pretty upset being I stopped when he was right about to come.”
“Yes, I totally understand.”
“And now it’s my turn so unless you have a third person who wants to join please end that date so I can go.”
“Of course now is fine for me. Thanks for fitting me in I’ll see you soon.” Ending the call Betty tried not to laugh at the absurdness of what her conversation just sounded like and focused on faking her escape.
“I’m so sorry Archie I have to go I completely forgot I had a doctors appointment scheduled for an hour ago but luckily they can fit me in now. I’m so sorry do you mind?”
“Oh ok,” he stuttered, clearly disappointed their date was finishing so soon, “yeah it’s fine this was fun though we should do it again. Do you want to trade numbers and I’ll call you?”
Betty really didn’t want to lead him on but she hated confrontation and just couldn’t bring herself to friend zone him right now. “Actually, I already have your number from my mom so I’ll just call you?”
“Yeah, great.” Archie nodded getting up out of the booth with her. “I’ll see you around then?”
“Yeah, sorry again Archie,” Betty said awkwardly as she hurried out the door.
She did feel bad lying and leaving him with the check but she really couldn’t stand to sit there another minute. So she just decided to take a walk in the park, buy a muffin and take her time before nervously waiting in the air conditioning of the doctors clinic.
She’d never had a pap smear before, in fact she’d never even had a doctors check up before. Priding herself on being fit as a fiddle all the time but when she realised her sister Polly had been getting them since she was 21, the recommended check, she started to worry. Her OCD had always gotten the better of her when it came to these things and a week without sleep obsessing over the possibility of her having cancer because she hadn’t been checked was really annoying.
Doctor Google said women can go without getting checked until after they have sex but Betty was yet to tick that small box of her list and at 25 she thought it was best to get the ball rolling no matter if she was a virgin or not.
Sitting in the waiting area which smelled so sterile like the dentist and she couldn’t stand it one bit. It only made her more nervous but at least she knew everything was clean. The doctor she was seeing, Dr. Blossom, a woman thank goodness, was recommended by her sister and who was also the sister of her off an on again boyfriend and father of their twin children Jason.
Betty’s family was a crazy one and she felt a headache developing just thinking about them. It was odd really - she had no uncles or aunts or cousins, only one grandmother and still there seemed to be so much drama.
She sighed nervously trying not to think about it but at this point anything was better than her current situation. The questions on the form were definitely not helping either.
Name : Elizabeth Cooper
Address: Apartment 8, 134 Fox Forrest Road, Riverdale.
Recent sexual activity: None
Any trouble with sexual intercouse please specify: None
History of Cancer: None
Previous health conditions: None
Family history of illness: None
Suddenly she heard a commotion at the front desk and looked up subtly trying to listen in and distract herself.
“I said I’ll get to it in a minute !” Cheryl shouted in frustration at the nurse on duty as they stood at the reception desk of the clinic. Her loud outburst causing an embarrassing scene in the otherwise quiet waiting area.
Freezing in her spot, realising what she had just done, Cheryl slowly turned her head around to see if anyone had noticed but who was she kidding of course they did. All their nervous wide eyes were on her and if her week wasn’t already shit enough the universe wanted to add social piraha to that list as well.
“Sorry,” she whispered sarcastically trying to be polite but right now she really didn’t care. Curling her lips tightly into her mouth and raising her eyebrows hating the awkwardness and frown lines on her face she cleared her throat getting back to business.
“Why aren’t you giving me my patient schedule you incompetent potato?” she barked bitterly at the receptionist just wanting to get on with her shift done. It was a known fact that doctor Cheryl Blossom was a demanding tyrant that nobody liked. All except one young pink haired barista from the Southside but Cheryl wasn’t even sure she could count her anymore. However, what she lacked in social skills she made up for in her medical abilities, with not a single procedural error in her four years career so far.
She had just come back from a months holiday away in the Bahamas with her girlfriend of one year Toni Topaz as a celebration for their anniversary. Thinking they would be going strong and into their second year of happiness the last thing Cheryl expected when they got home yesterday was Toni breaking up with her. Right now though, she tried so hard not to think about it. She needed to focus.
Snatching her clipboard and list from the timid receptionist Ginger, Cheryl marched off down the corridor with her nurse in tow.
“God, I’m not dealing with people's shit today,” she mumbled, annoyed with the world. It was like she couldn’t catch a break. She’d been back from her holiday less than 48 hours and already she had her car break down, her heartbroken, her pet cat run away and now work colleagues being bitches as usual. It was all just too much. She couldn’t hold back the single tears that started to fall from her eyes. Her anger quickly turning to an all consuming sadness.
Stopping in her tracks in the middle of the hallway Cheryl gasped as she had a minor break down. Covering her face so know one could see she bent over and began to scream.
“Fuck ! Fucking shit balls bitch ! Fucking ! Ahhhhhhh.”
Catching her nurse Josie completely off guard, stunning her with the outburst she just stood there watching as her doctor in charge had a mental break down. Noticing that Cheryl wasn’t going to stop anytime soon Josie opened a nearby office door checked if anyone was inside and ushered Cheryl in.
“Maybe you should take the day off?” Josie said wearly concerned for not only Cheryl but her patients as well.
“No you catatonic bimbo,” she shouted back, throwing insults as a way of coping. “I can’t do that I just got back from holiday and paying off my girlfriends …” But she couldn’t finish that sentence with risk of breaking out into hysterics again.
“Oh never mind. I have patients to attend to.” Trying to collect herself and rub away her mascara that had started to run Cheryl looked at her list.
“So room one is an insemination and room two is a pap smear?”
“Actually room two is the insemination and room one is the pap smear,” Josie corrected hoping she wouldn’t get her head bitten off for saying so.
“Right that’s what I said. So I’ll prepare the sperm. Can you prepare the equipment for room one and get both patients settled? Can you handle that?”
“Of course doctor Blossom.” Josie obeyed hating being talked down to. She was the best nurse at the clinic. She could handle ANYTHING !
“Ok, good, tell them I’ll be in shortly.” With that Cheryl left the room and rushed off to the pathology room before anyone who say her outburst from before say her and had the chance to take the piss.
Thankful the room was empty giving her some alone time to compose herself she began to prepare the sperm for room two and not think about Toni Topaz. Becoming a doctor was Cheryl's biggest dream as a kid. Her second dream was to have children. A family of her own that was nothing like the one she was raised in. Running away from home at 16 was a hard struggle for her and her brother but with the help of kindness from strangers and a scholarship she achieved her goals. She didn’t see her brother all that much anymore but the thought of his two kids and perfect family racked her with loving jealousy.
She wanted kids! And even though she prefered women over men she would have one. It was the whole reason she chose to work in a fertility and gynecology clinic. Granted she prefered just fertility but Riverdale was to small to have the clinics separate. Giving women the chance to have kids made Cheryl feel like a saint the only warmth and love in her life before Toni.
But now all that love was gone as well. She could still hear every word of their fight ringing in her ears.
“I don’t want kids Cheryl, okay? I never have and I never will.”
“What ! Why ? How could you do this to me.”
“I would be a horrible mother and so would you,”
Granted they had been fighting about something else at the time but this was the only part that cut her deeply. It wounded her soul like not other insult she had ever received and she had heard a lot and now she had to come to work and give other women hope that they could have a baby?
Well that was the final straw.
Leaning against the workbench breathing heavily, clamping her eyes shut refusing to cry anymore she repeated her mantra over and over.
“I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.”
After repeating those four words about fifty times she was composed enough to work. Looking at her sheet she needed sperm number 17208. Walking over to the fridge she began her search from the correct container. Normally searching through jars of random men’s spunk would disgust her but today it was just more shit she had to deal with.
The cabinet was full for a change and she couldn’t seem to find the right jar and corresponding serial number on any of them. She even looked in the section that said DO NOT TOUCH EXPERIMENT ONLY.
“God, why is this happening to me,” she cursed angrly growing very impatient.
Deciding to look through all the jars one last time she finally found it. To her annoyance the numbers had been slightly rubbed off and it was down the very back of the experimental section but their was no other jar in the fridge with the serial number she needed so Cheryl just assumed that someone had put it in the wrong place.
Making up the insemination equipment she was completely unaware that the number one she thought was a seven was in indeed the number one, reading 11208 and ultimately changing her career forever.
Making her way to room one for the pap smear first she had hoped Josie would be around to take the sperm into room two but no such luck and she couldn’t leave in unattended that was a big medical No No. So she’d just have to take it in with her. Standing at the door Cheryl quickly looked at her list.
A Miss Betty Cooper was waiting for her then she would attend to an:
So many inseminations she thought rolling her eyes feeling like the only one who wasn’t going to get some sperm inside her any time soon.
Taking a deep breath and grasping the cold metal if he door handle she stepped inside.
“Hi you must be miss……” Cheryl blanked already forgetting her name.
“Elizabeth Cooper but please, call me Betty,”
“Well Betty I’m doctor Blossom but you can call me Cheryl and I’ll be doing the pap smear today.” Noticing that Josie had set up the equipment in the complete wrong order Cheryl threw her sperm for room two down on the tray near Betty in an enormous fuss and began to put on gloves.
Not paying attention to her doctors mood Betty chatted on nervously still trying to occupy her mind.
“My sister actually recommended you. She said you were very good and would get it done quickly. Actually her boyfriend is……”
“Sorry to interrupt can I just get your date of birth please?” Never listening to patient small talk and missing the important details at the end of that sentence Cheryl began the paperwork.
“Oh yes it’s 28th March 1995,” Betty answered promptly.
“Great and the last time you….” Cheryl was trying desperately to write down the information but her pen was failing to cooperate.
“Jesus Christ!” she yelled throwing it at the wall and slumping onto the wheelie stool shocking Betty to say the slightest.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m just having a really bad week,” Cheryl sighed, her hand on her face in defeat.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Betty offered kindly. Preferring her doctor to be a bit less angry before she sticks a metal probe up her vagina.
“No its fine.” She shook her head reaching and placing the paper work on the far bench.
“I mean you think you know a person for and then they turn out to be the complete opposite of everything you thought.” Cheryl started not being able to help her self.
“If it helps I just came from the worst date ever.”Betty decided to make small talk. Maybe this was how doctors always did it Betty thought. Make a scene to distract the patient from the looming invasion and then BAM. DONE.
“Well my girlfriend just broke up with me because she told me she didn’t want kids. I mean I gave her everything. I payed off her debts, I accepted her past which by they way included some very very horrible things and then she throws it all in my face. She knew I wanted kids and I thought even one time she said she did to. I just don’t understand I mean who wouldn’t want them. I mean you want them right?” Cheryl rambled mindlessly losing all train of thought for the situation at hand.
“Yeah of course. Definitely one day.” Betty smiled trying to comfort her but having your legs spread eagal on two styirps showing off all her most private lady bits was making to very awkward.
“I’m sorry,” she paused startled by her word vomit, “I shouldn’t have just told you all that. That was so unprofessional of me but I hope one day you get to have kids and live the dream for the women who can’t.”
On that sad note, Betty could only think about her mother's drowning voice and her incessant pestering your biological clock is ticking Elizabeth. She was so angry at Polly for getting pregnant at twenty but now here she was at twenty four and being ridiculed for not having children. Betty did not get on with her mother to say the least.
“Anyway don’t mind me have you ever had this done before?” Cheryl croaked wiping her cheeks for her mascara that had stained them again. It was like a waterfall whenever she thought of that pink haired pretty poison.
“It takes no time at all,” Reaching for the wrong probe, her mind absent from what she was doing and only thinking about wanting a child of her own, that’s exactly what she was about to give Betty instead. It was just an unfortunate event that the numbers happened to be smeared on the jar and she happened to place her sperm syringe down on top of the other equipment in her disastrous state but there it was. The accident to trump all accidents.
Sniffling she readied the syringe in position and asked one last question “So what was this date you were on before your appointment?”
“Well he was-” Betty didn’t know how to describe it but it felt completely different to what she thought it would be. She couldn’t help but arch her back off the table she lay on feeling very violated but it was all worth it told herself. Cancer wouldn’t dare grow in her ovaries if she had anything to do about it.
“There all done, I hope you get the results your hoping for.”
“Thanks,” Betty replied thankful she could now close her legs and go home.
Saying a final goodbye, Cheryl left Betty to get dressed hoping to stick to her schedule and move to her next patient. Walking into room two, another blonde women was sat with her legs wide open ready to start a family.
“Hi I hope your feeling comfortable and ready for your insemination.” Cheryl smiled sweetly wishing this was her last patient for the day but her afternoon shift had only just started.
Getting all the details and pleasantries out the way Cheryl looked around for her equipment.
“I’m sorry, one moment I thought I had prepared everything.”
Everything suddenly started playing back in her mind and realisation hit her right in the face. Her eyes grew wide and she could feel her chest tightening like it was being constricted by a snake. The magnitude of what she had just done was beyond imaginable and yet…...
“Oh my god,” Were her last words as her body hit cold lino floor her mind fainting at the thought.
Betty sat on the bus that afternoon with an ache between her legs and a renewed sense of control in her mind. Even though she was headed to her mothers for dinner her sister, niece and nephew would be there and she was excited to see them. Looking down at her phone to pass the time she had a text from an unknown number.
Unknown Number: Hi Betty its Jughead from Riverdale Motors, your car parts have unfortunately taken longer to arrive than I thought and won’t be ready for another two weeks. I hope that’s ok?
Sent at 4pm
Replying immediately as that was an hour ago Betty felt enough time had passed between messages not to come across crazy.
Betty: Hi Jughead that’s fine. Look forward to seeing you again in two weeks time :)
Sending it before reading it over Betty kicked herself as soon as it was gone. Why did I say that ! she screamed at her self holding the phone tightly willing there to be an unsend button. He probably thinks your desperate now.
Putting her phone away dreading his reply if any at all she stared out the window until it was time to get off. It didn’t take long and Betty found herself standing outside her childhood home not ready to walk in and face her mother Alice and everything she had to say.
Pushing open the door her senses were instantly assaulted by the smell of bleach roast lamb and five veg.
“BETTY!” Running up to greet her Juniper (but Betty liked to call her Junie) was full of smiles as she engulfed Bettys legs in a hug.
“Hello there my sweet girl how are you?” Betty crouched down to her level awkwardly closing the door as she did and gave her favourite niece a proper kiss and cuddle.
“I miss you Auntie. All the time,” the little girl whispered, her ginger locks crowding Bettys face.
“Aw I miss you all the time to Junie but I only saw you a week ago.”
“Don’t be silly Auntie Betty that was years ago.” She smiled pulling away playing with Bettys lose blond hair making her laugh.
“Where is your brother ’ey? Where is cowboy Woody?”
“He’s in there playing noisy games on mama’s iPad.” Junie pointed to the living room and ran out of Betty’s arms to go annoy her brother.
Standing up she was met with the bright eyes and similar blondE hair of her sister, Polly Cooper.
“Look who it is, everyone’s favourite Aunt Betty,” she mocked playfully, “hey sis.”
“Hey Poll it’s good to see you.” Betty smiled happily hugging her sister. They saw each other about once a week sometimes more if Polly needs her to babysit but recently life had been busy for the both of them so it was nice to all have dinner together. Even if it was with their mom.
“Jason’s not here?” Betty asked quietly knowing they had been having some problems of late.
“No he’s away on business at the moment.” She looked down coldly and Betty could feel she had touched a nerve and decided not to press her about it.
Turning away she suddenly shouted into the living room. “Hey! Woody don’t be rude come say hello to your auntie.”
“Hello to your auntie,” he replied smartly not lifting his eyes from the iPad.
“His dad taught him that.” Polly frowned unimpressed.
“Hello to you to Woody.” Betty laughed waving it off.
“You know mom is dying to know how your date went with that Andrew's guy.” Polly poked Betty playfully as they made their way into the kitchen. She could only grown in response wanting to leave before the interrogation started.
“She also says she has something to tell us and she’s being really weird about it.”
“Elizabeth darling how are you?” Right on cue Alice interrupted their quite murmuring with a deceivingly loving hug for Betty.
“Fine, thanks mom,” She cringed awkwardly at the perfect facade she now had to portray.
“Well you’re just in time because dinner is ready so everyone take their seats please.”
After rounding up the kids and Betty getting a hug from Woody they all sat down and tucked in to a delicious Alice Cooper spread. If Betty was thankful for one thing her mother taught her it was how to cook wholesome delicious food.
“So I have something to tell you both,” Alice began putting her knife and fork down halfway through eating. Normally she would wait and leave the gossip and lecture session till after dinner so whatever it was had to be serious. “Your father has started to see someone.”
Both Polly and Betty stopped chewing and looked at their mother. They scanned her face for any sign of deception or gossip and found none. She was dead serious.
Swallowing her food polly was the first to speak “Well good on dad, I’m happy for him.”
A little disheartened at the fact her parents were never going to be together again she was mostly mad at her mother for not giving their dad Hal a chance to tell them himself. “Why didn’t you just let dad tell us?”
“When he told me he said he was going to tell you both this week sometime but I wanted to tell you before him.”
“Mom!” Both Betty and Polly yell in unison.
“Before you judge there is a reason,” Alice paused taking a deep breath, “the woman he’s seeing is his cousin.”
Chapter 3: S.O.S
Hey everyone ! Sorry this took so long to be updated !!
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This chapter also mirrors some scenes from Jane the Virgin itself but with a bughead spin !!!! If you have seen the show you will know which one i mean :)
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4 weeks later
Jugheads knee bounced nervously as he took a moment to process the words registering in his brain. The room was silent. Filled with the uncertainty that was his life ahead of this very moment. The smell of old licked toffee sticking to his nostrils.
“Again I’m so sorry this happened Mr Jones. In my 25 years of practice in fertility experimentation this has never happened before I can assure you,” The apologetic doctor rambled, wiping away the nervous sweat that had formed above his uni-brow.
“Yeah well your assurance means fuck all to me right now,” Jughead grumbled back, his eyes fixed on a particular scratch in the mahogany wood of the over sized desk that sat in front of him. Letting his mind wander to the events that would have led to its forthcoming. Anything to take his mind off the current situation.
“Of course yes. But when you look at the bigger picture it’s not really our fault,” the doctor continued.
“Not your fault,” Jughead repeated spitefully, completely at a loss for words. His body rigid and frozen in his seat. Unable to remember know if he had burned the scratch into the desk with the rage that was burning out of his eyes or if it was there before he got here.
“No and did I tell you we are willing to give you an extra 7000 dollars in compensation.”
It sounded like bribery to him. Much less compensation and much more like hush money so he wouldn’t sue them for malpractice or anything else he wanted.
“So let me get this straight,” Jughead finally looked up, clearing his throat, trying to stop himself from saying something that would make everything worse. “Another doctor who works in this building accidentally used my - sample- ,” He swallowed thickly not wanting to use the word sperm, making him feel personally connected to the incident.
“Yes,” the doctor nodded solemnly.
“And accidentally artificially inseminated someone with it?”
The doctor nodded again, his head hanging low in shame.
“This is fucked,” Jughead scoffed in disgust, leaning back in his chair, rubbing his hands over his face. “Were they high? Or drunk?” The only explanations Jughead could think of that could contribute to the small possibility of this happening in the first place.
“Is this 7 grand supposed to make everything better?”
“We are so sorry Mr Jones and we understand if you want to take things further to court.”
Jughead murdered the small shaky man before him with his eyes. Staring at him with such revulsion it made him sick but eventually his answer was no.
“I'm not going to waste anymore of my time with you. I should have never participated in this so called experiment in the first place.”
Jughead watched as the doctor suddenly sighed in relief, his whole body relaxing in an instant as the threat of legal action vanished like all Jugheads money on a lawyer if he were to take action.
“Well there’s an 80% chance that nothing will come of this anyway it's always unlikely especially the first go that she would get pregnant and have a baby,” the doctor said so casually brushing the issue aside like dust under a rug.
Jughead hadn't even thought of that side of things yet. It wasn’t just him mixed up in this accident and the seriousness of it all finally hit him hard. Starting to work himself up into a frightful panic Jughead stood abruptly needing some fresh air and a smoke. Not sure if he was going to vomit or kill Sweet Pea when he got home.
“One more thing Mr Jones,” the doctor quickly spoke surprised at Jugheads sudden retreat.
“This is your compensation cheque along with your medical records we had of you here and a few other things.” The old man placed a file and a white envelope on the desk and slid it across to Jughead like he was handling blood money and didn’t want to touch it.
“It’s also our legal obligation to give you this-” he paused wide eyed and nervous once more, this time holding out a yellow manilla folder for Jughead to take.
“What is it?” Jughead asked confused as he tucked the check into his jacket pocket and folded the remaining pieces of paper and crumbled them in to his other pocket.
“It’s the details of your sperm recipient,” He replied quietly slightly afraid of Jugheads next reaction.
Jughead almost lost all strength in his arm as he went to grasp the folder, not wanting to hold the weight of such important details in his hand. He didn’t even know what to do with it but as his grip tightened and he took it from the doctors hold he knew it was all up to him now. To deal with everything or not deal with it at all.
“Does she know?” Jughead all but whispered.
“I don't know. I only take care of this side of things it's up to her doctor to tell her what happened.”
“Of course,” Jughead scoffed bitterly rolling his eyes in fury, before turning and marching right out that horrible office. Walking down two long corridors and past all the unsuspecting patients in the waiting room Jughead could twisted his face into an uncomfortable expression as he finally breathed fresh air.
He could smell something and he knew it was him.
He was in deep shit.
Sweet Pea heard him before he saw him.
An outrageous smash of tools and metal hitting the floor followed by a symphony of cursing and yelling filled riverdale motors that afternoon. Sweet Pea didn’t want to roll out from under the car he was working on from fear Jughead foul mood. Knowing it was safer to stay well away.
But when he heard a crack that sounded more like bone than anything else Sweet Pea swiftly ejected himself from under an old BMW and sprang to his feet. Looking across the garage and past the wave of destruction hurricane Jones had left in his wake he found the man himself. Clutching his right fist in his other hand and bending over in agony, the wall definitely looked better than he did.
“The hell’s wrong with you?” Sweet Pea shouted, shaking his head,“You idiot.”
Jughead was now shaking out of rage and pure agony. His hand was throbbing so badly he was sure it was going to explode just like he was.
But through all the pain Jughead couldn’t even muster a fighting word to bite back at Sweet Pea. Instead with a wicked scowl he side eyed his so called friend and raised his middle finger in revulsion.
This was all his fault.
He was the IDIOT.
The site of Sweet Pea made Jughead sick or maybe that was just the stabbing pain in his hand. Either way the office was where Jughead decided to spend the rest of the afternoon.
Alone with his pain, thoughts and mountains of tax invoices he needed to sort.
Dropping himself into the soft desk chair that was far more comfortable than the office chair he sat in hours earlier Jughead tried to calm down. Still holding his hand in torturous pain it almost help him forget the morning he had just had.
He threw the unwanted and heavy manilla folder he had carried all the way from the doctor's office in the far corner under as many sheets of paper he could find. Out of sight out of mind. Surprised at himself that he didn’t burn it with his cigarette lighter or throw it in the trash.
Jughead couldn’t escape the fact that he was a tiny bit curious. Temptation is a horrible thing and no matter how hard he tried to think about part ordering and invoice payments nothing could stop the little voice in his head.
Should I look at the name?
Do I have a responsibility to contact her?
What if the 20% was me and I become a dad?
What if she is married or old or poor and can’t support a baby?
He was driving himself mad with uncertainty. Going around and around in circles.
But what's in a name?
It wouldn't tell him anything specific it couldn't hurt. It’s merely a word strung together with a series of letter. Finally reaching for the folder reasoning that getting it over and done with will help him feel less stressed Jughead opened it. Rifling through the pages he realised most of it was unnecessary legal documents that made the folder look alot more important than it was. He skimmed most of the pages only finding complex legal jargon and something about a second party.
Nothing specific to anyone else except him.
With a heavy and slightly relieved sigh Jughead let the pages fall from the folder into the trash can. Letting the paper fall away like his worry.
Maybe not knowing was better.
“Ignorance is bliss right?” He thought to himself as he leaned down and grabbed his PB&J sandwich from the mini fridge and placed it on his hand which was now turning a brilliant purple. His sandwich had another purpose today.
About to rest back in his chair and nurse his injury Jughead noticed a pink sticky note under his desk. Immediately confused by this as all their office sticky notes were yellow thanks to Sweet Pea and his “pink hating” ways Jughead picked it up.
The writing was smeared with what smelt like toffee and seemed as though a preschooler had just learned how to write. But amongst all that chicken scratch was one word. One name and one phone number.
555 437 090
Jughead could feel his entire body going into organ failure as he sat rigid in his chair, staring at the so called harmless name that he so naively thought would bring him no harm. He couldn’t breath. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t move. Dieing from horror.
“Jughead!” Sweet pea’s voice suddenly rumbled into the office shaking him slightly eliciting more fear into his blood.
“There’s a Betty Cooper here to see you.”
Jugheads eyes snapped up to the window and looked out from the office in unadulterated panic.
Holy shit was this really happening right now?
His heart was beating out of his chest for a whole other reason know. On any other day he would be quietly ecstatic that a girl like Betty was here to see him but definitely not today. Scrunching the sticky note into a small ball and shoving it into his pocket Jughead frantically paced the three meter office cursing Sweet Pea for saying he was here.
I can’t go out there. I can’t see her.
What do I say?
Fuck ! What if she’s here because she knows !!
Taking another careful look out the office window he could see Sweet Pea wearing his flirty smile and talking to a dark haired woman but no Betty.
Maybe there were three Betty Coopers in this world Jughead blindly reasoned with himself trying to calm down. At this stage he was willing to think anything other than the truth.
The girl whose car I fixed. The girl who might be having my baby and the girl whose here to see me now.
Deciding to play it cool and quietly go out to see who was there Jughead left the safety of his office. If the worst really was about to happen Jughead definitely knew he would faint before hearing another piece of bad news.
But who was he kidding. There was only one Betty Cooper in this world and she was walking towards him in all her beauty. She was even more stunning than the first time they met. Her hair in soft waves. Her eyes glowing with joy and her smile, still the only smile that could make Jughead speechless.
Swallowing thickly Jughead managed a shaky smile and a small wave as he approached her. Wanting nothing more than to be smooth and sexy but instead his early morning renegades ruining his James Bond fantasy. Tucking his suspected broken hand into his pocket, wincing as he held it steady he suddenly felt very self conscious. Not wearing his normal dirty work clothes meant that Betty could see a different side of him. His leather jacket and heavy combat boots protected him from more than just mother nature but also acting as a hard exterior for a broken boy.
Intimidation, brooding and his bad boy attitude were his aesthetic and he just hoped it didn’t scare her off.
“Hey Betty,” Jughead spoke swallowing nervously again, “Is everything okay with your car?” The only thing he could think of that was a reason for her to be here.
“Yeah Jughead Hi,” Betty smiled shyly tucking some stray hair behind her ear, “I ummm…. just wanted to come by and say thank you for fixing it,” She came to a stop inches from his face, looking him up and down before fidgeting with her woollen jumper.
“You weren't here when I collected it the other day and I just wanted to thank you again.” Her soft genuine voice the only thing on his mind. Mesmerised by the fact that she was purely here just to see him and thank him for just doing his job, Jughead swore he was hallucinating.
Betty Cooper clearly had no idea of the catastrophic fuck up that had happened, coincidentally involving both of them, and Jughead had absolute no idea what to do. Other than standing there blankly, he was at a loss.
Should I say something?
How does someone even begin that sentence?
She was so beautiful he couldn’t even imagine her genes mixed with his. Jughead couldn’t help but let his eyes traveled down to her stomach where her hands were nervously fidgeting.
What if there was a baby in there right now !?
Jughead wanted to be sick and he could tell that his frown and awkward expression was making Betty very uncomfortable.
“It was no trouble. Just doing my job,” he managed after a good minute of silence. Definitely not the reaction Betty was hoping for.
“Well um anyway I ….” Betty started awkwardly before she was interrupted by a loud crash behind them.
Both of them immediately jumping and looking around Jughead watched as Betty ran over to the clutter where two little children stood.
“Woody! Juni! I told you not to touch anything,” she scolded st the twins kneeling down to them and cleaning off the dust that had settled on their clothes. Jughead didn’t even move from his spot, standing there in more shock than ever before. Watching Betty mother these two kids was making everything so much worse.
“Veronica I asked you to watch them,” Betty grumbled annoyed at her best friend as she stood back up wondering where she was.
“Veronica?” Looking around the shop curiously Betty spotted her flirting with Sweet Pea and rolled her eyes. Of course.
Grabbing the twins hands and holding them close to her so they couldn’t run away Betty brought them with her over to Jughead.
“Sorry Jughead I thought my friend Veronica was watching them.”
“It's fine. No harm,” Jughead replied coldly staring at the kids. They looked a lot like Betty, except for the strawberry blond hair.
Did she already have kids?
Oh God this just keeps getting worse!
“They can be quite a handful sometimes,” Betty jokes trying to fill the awkward silence, “That’s probably why my sister leaves them with me all the time.”
“Ahhhhh,” Jughead nodded his head in understanding still unable to function normally. Not her kids. Well that’s one positive. He knew his behaviour was scaring her off he could definitely tell but considering what he knew and she didn’t he couldn’t stand to be near her at this point.
“Anyway I also came here to ask you if you wanted……”
Jughead tuned out as soon as he realised what she was really doing here. He couldn’t even comprehend the words that floated into his brain. Betty wasn’t here just to thank him no no that was too simple.
How did I not see it? Jughead kicked himself.
She was here to ask him out.
Under any other circumstances this would be a god send. An unbelievable miracle that someone like Betty Cooper fancied him but today of all days was the worst timing ever. God how he wanted to say YES.
YES YES YES.
She was his the woman who lived in his dreams every night and Jughead wanted that to become his reality.
But what if Betty found out he knew before she did and didn’t say anything. What if she hates him for it. There were so many things wrong with this whole situation and going against his better judgement Jughead did the one thing he didn’t want to do.
“Jughead?” Betty looked at him confused waiting for his answer.
“Hmm sorry what?”
“I just asked if I could buy you a coffee some time?” She asked again slightly dieing inside. The two children either side of her nagging and fighting not helping the situation one bit.
“There’s really no need Betty,” Jughead tried to let her go easily. The words tasting of foul poison as he spoke them.
“I know but I - I want to,” she spoke just above a whisper, trailing off at the end of the sentence. His disinterest in her suddenly becoming very obvious.
“I’m kinda swamped with work right now,” Jughead looked to his office in an attempt not to see Betty’s hurt and saddened expression. He was hurting her and he hated himself for it.
But stuff work yes I’ll get coffee with you! He wanted to scream regretting his actions.
“Right of course sure,” Betty spoke quickly turning bright red, “I didn't mean …. It’s fine whatever… It was silly of me.” Turning quickly Betty almost ran into a workbench as she tried to get out of there as fast as she could. Jughead wanting to go and dig his own grave at the thought of what he had just done.
“Thanks again,” She said over her shoulder, looking but not looking at him as she tried to act cool. Failing miserably.
“Come on V were going,” Betty said as she walked straight past her friend and out of the shop. Not wanting to spend another minute floundering in humiliation. She couldn’t believe how wrong she was about Jughead. Betty swore they had a connection the first time they met.
Was it all in her head?
She could still feel his eyes on her as she put the twins into their car seats. His dark stare doing things to her that she couldn’t control.
“Dude that chic was hot! And I got her number,” Sweet Pea gushed proud as punch, walking over to Jughead who was still shaking from what he had just done.
“What did the blond want? Something wrong with the car?”
“No she asked me out,” Jughead replied monotone still staring at the empty space of where Betty’s car was just parked.
“Shit you said yes right?”
“I …..” He stammered wishing he hadn’t just let her leave here believing he didn’t like her.
“What the actual fuck Jughead. Your such a weirdo. How were you not turned on the second they walked in here?” Sweet pea scoffed in utter bewilderment.
“Just fuck off Sweet Pea I’m never taking your advice ever again your a complete asshole,” Jugehad snapped suddenly, his rage back and worse than before. Remembering he was mad at this idiot but more importantly now he was furious with himself.
“He said no?” Veronica repeated shocked at what Betty had just told her, “What the hell is wrong with him?” Veronica frowned in distaste.
Betty said nothing as she and Veronica walked the hallways of the shopping mall after dropping her niece and nephew off at the kids play area.
“Stuff him don't even worry you were way out of his league anyway. He looked like a hobo.”
“No he didn't,” Betty defended, replaying the image of him over and over in her mind like a blockbuster film.
Seeing him in all black and a leather jacket with his hair swooped back in a perfectly hand combed fashion was something Betty never knew she needed until today. He turned her on to know end and it made her instantly hot and bothered. But know there was the added touch of rejection that loomed over his sexy aura that made betty frightfully sad.
“Is there something wrong with me?” Betty moped sadly.
“Betty no god don’t even think that. Your hot as fuck Okay? Forget him. Lets just max out my credit card and enjoy our afternoon,” Veronica encouraged linking arms with her best friend.
“I don’t know V I’m not in the mood for shopping anymore I’m feeling a bit off. I think ill just get the kids and head home.” Rubbing her face Betty groaned as she could feel a migraine setting in. She didn’t know what was wrong with herself laty. Dizzy spells, body aches, zero energy and oddly enough and increased sense of smell and today was no different.
“No no you are not leaving me.” Veronica’s grip suddenly tightened around Betty's arm. “We haven't hung out in ages. I miss you now come on let’s go into Victoria secret and buy some sexy underwear to make ourselves feel better.”
Make you feel better more like Betty mumbled under her breath as Veronica dragged her into the store. Although truth be told Betty did need cheering up or a distraction at the least.
Especially after her embarrassing and very awkward encounter with Jughead. He was acting so weird. Almost like a different person. He didn’t once look her in the eye, constantly fidgeted with the sleeve of his jacket and kept looking at her stomach making Betty feel frightfully self conscious.
Oh My God ! Did he think I was Fat? Betty suddenly thought, the very idea tearing away at her self confidence. She had been unusually hungry the past week eating way to much chocolate than any person should.
Feeling very foolish Betty sighed sadly gripping tighter to Veronica's arm for moral support. She really thought Jughead was into her. There was no doubt that Betty hadn’t stopped thinking about him since they first met. There was such a magnetic, outer body, euphoric connection between then that she swore both of them felt. It pulled them together, lighting their skin on fire every time they accidentally touched.
And she felt the exact same today. Instantly melting into a pile of mush at the sight of Jughead in normal clean cloths. He looked like sex on a stick in his leather black jacket and swooped back hair, it took every ounce of her not to make out with him on the spot. But at the same time, she wasn’t sure if it was just her wishful thinking or she really was seeing Jughead fight with himself not to stand closer to her. As though he really did want to close the distance between them but instead was at war with himself.
It confused the hell out of Betty and she could feel her head ache growing into a migraine the more the thought about it. Not to mention she was still dealing with the fall out of the bombshell her mom dropped on her and Polly at dinner the other week. Even though it had almost been a month since the news had come out Betty still couldn’t and didn’t want to believe it. Her father was away on business for the month so her and Polly had decided to tackle it when he came home which turned out to be at the end of the week and Betty was dreading it.
So to say Betty Cooper needed a distraction was the understatement of the century.
But with a best friend like Veronica Lodge support was never far away. They had been inseparable since high school and always had each others backs. Albeit Veronica sometimes stole the spotlight from Betty and was a bit self absorbed, throwing around her dad’s money all the time, Betty didn’t mind. They were sisters through thick and thin. Even when Veronica started dating Reggie Mantle a guy who Betty distastes with a passion they still found time for each other.
Five clothing stores later Betty didn't feel any better. Like the popular saying “shop till you drop” Betty was ready to drop to the floor, feeling terribly sick to her stomach.
“So what do you think?” Veronica asked Betty as she twirled in a sparkly deep blue dress that looked like it belonged back at Victoria's Secret with all the other lingerie .
“What's it for again?” Betty asked from one of the lounge chairs she was sitting on, in the very fancy evening wear shop.
“Come on B my Dad’s state dinner remember. Senator, Congress ringing any bells? And we have to find a dress for you to cause your coming !! Daddy said I can bring friends.” Veronica eyes herself up and down in the floor length mirror looking very pleased with herself.
“Then that one has to much boob,” Betty said bluntly, blinking slowly trying to feel less dizzy. Resting her head in her hands, really not interested in anymore shopping at this point.
“Yeah you’re probably right, but I’ll buy it any. Reggie asked me to the LAB Restaurant this weekend so this will be perfect,” Veronica replied smiling, not bothered by Bettys opinion or current condition. To busy eyeing the mirror to notice.
“Okay I'll be back. I have four more to try on.” Betty watched as Her best friend retreated back into the change room. God !- she thought how much longer was this going to take?
Taking some deep breaths Betty got up and began to walk around the room, trying to ignore the horrible feeling in her head and stomach.
In and out.
In and out.
But not even that could stop the sudden beads of sweat dripping from her face, the loud ringing in her ears and the almighty impending doom feeling that made her eyes blur with senselessness.
“What do you think of this one? I think it's the one,” Veronica suddenly appeared in a new dress. Her hands on her hips with pride.
“I think I'm going to faint,” Betty whispered swaying unsteadily in her spot.
“Aww B your so sweet.”
“No really Veronica I……”
Darkness was all that consumed the end of Betty’s sentence as she dropped to the floor.
“And she's back,” the doctor said as he waved his hand in front of Betty’s eyes.
Betty woke to the sound of a busselling ED department. People yelling, machines beeping and sirens wailing disorientating her even more as she emerged from the darkness. Opening her eyes in a flutter Betty slowly regained her sight, groaning at how cold and sore she felt. Her head ache still pounding away in her head but slightly better than before.
“BETTY !! OH MY GOD. BETTY THANK GOD.” Veronica was suddenly beside her bed in hysterics clutching onto her hand. A death tight grip if Betty had ever felt one.
“Veronica - What - What happened?” Betty mumbled for the first time in almost 2 hours her mouth completely dry.
“You really did fainted Betty. We thought you were okay but then you vomited and passed out again and I rushed you here. You scared the shit out of me.”
“Woody and Juni!” Betty suddenly remembered sitting up abruptly in a panic. But regretted her haste immediately seeing the room spin around her.
“Wow wow lay back down there Miss Cooper,” the doctor soothed placing a hand on her shoulder guiding her back down.
“They’re with your mum in the waiting room don’t worry B. Everything is okay.” Veronica gave her friend a reassuring smile as Betty’s eyes finally opened normally feeling a lot better.
“So Miss Cooper,” the doctor interrupted before Betty had a chance to ask her next question.
“How are you feeling now?”
“Better I suppose,” she replied quietly giving the doctor a small smile. Wriggling to sit up Betty really did feel better. She saw a cup of water on the table and Veronica passed it to her instantly clenching her thrust. Looking around the room noticing she was connected to a drip Betty had so many questions. She could feel her anxiety setting in and the butterflies in her stomach working up an almighty panic.
Her health had always been in top condition. Always watching what she ate, exercising regularly and taking her meds as normal. Her mind flew to all kinds of drastic thoughts making her eyes go wide in fear.
Did she have cancer?
Was this is? Was she dying?
The doctor flashed a light in her eyes and asked her a bunch of silly questions before he smiled and wrote some notes in his little black book.
“You seem to be recovering well which is great.”
“What’s wrong with me?” Betty asked squeezing Veronica’s hand even tighter than she was. But both of them ignoring the pain and staring at the unsuspecting doctor with concerned eyes.
“We took some blood and ran a few tests just to be certain but this is a common occurrence with early stage pregnancies. Your blood sugar dipped really low and caused the nausea and vomiting spells. I wouldn't ...”
“I'm sorry,” Betty cut him off mid sentence waving her arms in front of him,“What did you say!?”
“Your pregnant,” He repeated seriously, looking her dead in the eye.
Both Betty and Veronica instantly burst out laughing. It was absolutely hilarious to them that this was happening right now because it just couldn’t be. There was no way.
“I'm not pregnant the test is wrong,” Betty giggled to the doctor looking back to Veronica and shaking her head at the absurdness.
“We did a blood test and they are of the highest accuracy,” the doctor replied, causing small amounts of panic to course through Betty’s veins once more. Her smile was fading as his serious expression never wavered.
“Betty did you have sex and not tell me?” Veronica whisper yelled way too loud in front of the doctor making Betty blush. But when she thought about it being a virgin was nothing to be embarrassed about.
“No No,” Betty looked to Veronica and back to the doctor, “I'm a virgin it must be wrong,” she said confidently. That she was 100% sure about.
“False positives are very rare when it comes to blood results like a 0.1% percent chance Miss Cooper.”
“Well it’s wrong trust me,” Betty replied forcefully getting annoyed that this man was still insisting he was right.
“Maybe we should talk in private,” he insisted slowly side eyeing Veronica. But this gesture to cut her out was the last straw. Making her lose it.
“Where did yo get your degree the school of dumb assery? If my best friend says shes a virgin she’s a virgin. So do another damn test!” Veronica snarled.
She could always be persuasive in more ways than one. Her death stare being enough this time for the doctor to shy away and agree to do another blood and urine test to be absolutely sure. Betty not even hesitating to squash this problem as soon as she could.
“Pink means pregnant,” he explained to Betty as she sat on that uncomfortable bed 6 minutes later watching him dip the stick into her pee.
Betty was dumbfounded this was even happening to her, she didn’t understand, she hadn’t had sex! Obviously she would remember.
But as the doctor pulled the little blue strip out of that pee jar it was indeed the brightest pink she had ever seen. Like it was deliberately bright to rub it in.
“But I’ve never had sex!” Betty yelled unable to control herself.
“Oh my god, what is happening?!” Veronica yelled shocked. Making the people in the next cubicle turn their heads.
“My friend is an angel from God.”
“Ssshhh,” Betty hissed viciously at her friend, feeling like she was going to again.
“Have you been under the influence recently, maybe you don't remember?”
This time it was Betty’s turn to complete lose it.
“Excuse me!! How dare you suggest Such a thing.”
As veronica started chanting hymns and prayers in Spanish just as her grandmother had taught her to do at a time like this. At a time when miracles were among us. Betty let all her shock, rage and frustration out on that first year intern doctor.
There was just no way she was pregnant