The last week dragged for Betty, she was getting really stressed about college and she was struggling with the amount of work she had do and then trying to balance her work with her job and the extra shifts; all of this caused her anxiety to spike up. On a one Friday night jughead was at home watching some stupid comedy show on tv when the door opened to reveal a very tired and disheveled looking Betty Cooper. Her shirt was ripped at the bottom and she had mascara running down her face which indicated to Jug that she had been crying. He looked at her, concern etched onto his face. She ignored him and went straight into her bedroom and slammed the door. Jug followed her knocking on the door. "Betts? Are you okay?". "Leave me alone" she sniffed. "Nope, no can do. What's wrong?" Jug said. The door opened and she broke into sobs. Instantly jughead had her wrapped in his arms and lead her to her bed. "So what's wrong green eyes?" Jug said, rubbing her back soothingly. "I can't do this anymore... it's too much. The school work and the shifts and late nights and early mornings.. and.. and.. all the bar with the comments and the touching..".
"Touching?!" Jug said, sounding mad. "They grab my ass or try and feel me up.." she whispered. "That's what happened tonight after my shift but I got away and he ripped my shirt." She pointed to her shirt. "Jesus Christ Betts" Jug said, hugging her tightly. "Look about the rest. It will get better I promise you, it's the start of the year and you do get a lot of work but it will get better." " Now get some rest betts, okay?" "Okay" She said while going into the bathroom to have a shower.

The next day Betty was at work when a few of the men were eyeing her up like she was a piece of meat, knowing her shift was about to end she called jughead.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hey Jug .. um listen can you come pick me up please?"
"What? Where are you?" He said sound panicked.
"At work but the men here are..." she got cut off by jughead saying "Of course I'll come now".

10 minuets later her shift ended and Jug was waiting by the door for her. "Hey Betts" he smiled. "Hey" She replied as they started walking back to the apartment. " sorry for making you come here" she whispered, looking to the ground. "Hey" he said lifting her chin so she would look at her. "It's not a problem, I don't want you to feel unsafe and I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you" she smiled and he grabbed her hand giving it a squeeze and the continued to walk home. Once home they both changed into their pyjamas and they ordered a pizza and watched a film. For once since she moved to New York she thought she was going to be okay.