"Ready?" I call out from the closet. I hear him chuckle. "Jug? Are you ready or not?"

"I guess I'm ready," He says to me. I chuckle and step from the closet out to face him. I twirl slightly as the cheer uniform moves with me. A huge smile covering my face.

"I'm a vixen!" I say excitedly, "well like the most depressing vixen but that's besides the point. Isn't it neat?"

"Yeah of course," He says to me, "and you look- wow that uniform really just brings out how pretty you are-"

"How big my boobs are?" I correct him, "yeah you have been staring at my tits the whole time."

"Okay well in my defense-" He starts. I move towards him pecking his cheek. As I pull back he moves wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I didn't say it bothered me," I tell him, "I just noticed. Now are you ready to be dating a cheerleader?"

"No," He says honestly, "I can't believe you jumped right to cheerleader. Of all things."

"I like a diverse life," I tell him, "cheerleader and gang member. I like making myself look good." He smirks. "Besides you think I look hot in this and I'm having fun."

"If this is what you want," He says to me. I smile as I pull back from his arms. As my door swings open we both snap our heads to the door. Sweet Pea walks in with a dopey smile.

"Hey Y/n I wanted to know if you'd like to go to see a movie with me and a couple of the other serpents-" He stops then looks between us, "am I interrupting something?"

"Yes"

"No," I say then look to Jug. I roll my eyes then look back to Sweet Pea. "No I was just showing Jug my vixen uniform." Sweet Pea looks me up and down then smirks.

"Damn you look hot," He says to me. Then looks to Jug with a smile. "You are so lucky Jones. She definetly could get better."

"Dude," Jug says clearly not amused. I chuckle as I look between the boys.

"Hey ladies relax you both are pretty," I say to them, "now I'm going to change out of this and then we can all go to the movies. That alright?" They nod. Sweet Pea smirks lightly at me.

"Can I help?" He asks. Jug shoves him as I chuckle.

"No one's helping me change," I say to them, "relax." I move into the closet. I hear them bickering slightly. "Knock it off you two!" I yank up my clothes as they stop fighting. Once done I walk out to see them on opposite sides of my room. Obviously ignoring each other. "Lets go!"

With that we all move to my car. Pea sits in the back in the middle. Not seeming to be too interested in the conversation Jug was leading about a new short story he's working on.

"Are you even listening?" Jug asks him.

"No," Pea says harshly. Jug scoffs harshly.

"Relax Juggie he's just being a dick," I tell him, "he just loves to piss you off. I am listening and I think that this story will be amazing and I can't wait to read it." He looks back to Sweet Pea and glares.

"Do you always just barge into her room?" He asks Sweet Pea.

"Yeah why does it bother you?" Pea asks him, "thats funny coming from the guy who slept with her while she was dating me!"

"Okay alrighty I deserve that," Jug says.

"Yeah," Pea says back. The buried himself into his phone again. He chuckles lightly then moves showing me the picture on his phone. I chuckle in response. He pulls back not showing it to Jug. Petty petty boys.

"So what movie?" I ask him hoping to avoid a fight.

"Oh uh It's a horror marathon," he tells us, "I think it starts with Psycho and it runs for the next week."

"Really?" I ask him, "thanks exciting." I pull into the parking lot. Noticing a collection of other serpents and poisons. As we join them they smile at us widely.

"Hey Pea you brought our Queen!"

"The one and only," he says jokingly, "and of course we've go our king too." I take Jughead's hand. They smile at us amused that we are even here.

"You got Jones to actually come join us?" Peaches asks, "that's miracle work."

"I'm never invited," jug says to them, "or else I'd join more." They simply chuckle knowing Damn well he's been invited he was just busy. In this case I'm more active with the serpents. Hanging out with them making my presence known. 

"Sure Jones," Pea says, "now let's go."

~~~

"And then I tagged the entire pool showing those prep school assholes who was boss," I say laughing as we step into Jug's house. However our joyful expressions drop as we see FP and another man sitting together in the living room. "Uh for legal reasons that is a joke and for any further comments you must go through my lawyer."

"Yeah I'm gonna ignore that one for tonight," FP tells me then looks to Jug, "Jug, you know Mr. Chipping." Jug grasps my hand tightly putting me on alert. Who's this dick? "He was just telling me about  an offer that he made you." Oh it's Prep school douche.

"Yeah," Jug says, "Uh- My answer still hasn't changed. I'm sorry, Mr. Chipping, but I can't go to your school." FP stands approaching us leaning into Jug's ear.

"If this is about money, I  got a few bucks socked away," FP offers.

"No. It's not just about money," Jug says. I sigh lightly. I hope this isn't about me. I can't be one of the reasons he passes on a school like that.

"Boy, look me in the eye and tell me you don't want to go to a school  that recognizes your talent," FP says sternly. Just attempting to show Jug how serious this is.

"Maybe we hear him out?" I offer to Jug, "if that's what you want." He looks between me and his father tensely. Finally the teacher looks at us knowing he'll never get a better chance to calm the tension.

"Jug, how about this? How about you come take a tour," he offers, "see the place for yourself, and then make the decision."

"- I know," he says, "I just don't want to." I roll my eyes then look to FP.

"You're taking the damn tour," He says to his son. Jug looks to me for support.

"Take the tour you dumbass!" I exclaim, "come on what is it going to hurt?" He sighs. Then looks to the man.

"Only if she can come to the tour with me," Jug says.

"What?" I ask him, "you want me to come to a boarding school with you? You know how that's going to turn out right?"

"She Can absolutely come on the tour with you," Chippings says, "in fact I feel her being there will help your decision."

"Uh I think you guys are ignoring that I'm a terrible person," I say to them, "and I don't want to step foot in a boarding school-"

"Oh you can take the tour with him," FP says smirking at me, "and I will ignore your little comment from earlier."

"You dick!"

"If she goes I go," Jug says to the room, "it's the only way I'll go." I sigh loudly. Then look over to Jug smirking at him.

"I'll go on the tour with you," I say to him. He holds his stance but I see his eyes widen. He seriously didn't think I'd budge.

"Fine," jug says.

"Good," I say.

"Well alright then let's arrange this," Chipping says. We sit down and he goes through the whole thing with us. Anything and everything we would need pre tour. As he leaves Jug and I move into his room where he groans lightly.

"You were supposed to get me out of that," he says slightly annoyed with the situation. "Now we both have to deal with those prep school assholes."

"Hey you dragged me into this I just had to prove I play the game better," I tell him, "now I'm thinking would you rather waste our time bickering our do you want to have make out?"

"The second one," he says to me with a smirk. I move shutting his door then drag him over to his bed. We both sit then connect our lips moving together. It's sweet but you can tell that we both are tired. I pull back and yawn.

"I'm going to bed," I say after the yawn. I stand pulling off my jeans and then tossing off my bra. He hands me one of his shirts and I replace my tight one for the nice long one.

"So soon?" He asks me.

"Yeah sorry," I say as I climb into bed. He moves to wrap his arms around me tightly. As we cuddle up to one another I hear the soft noise of the others in the house moving around. "You doing alright?"

"Yeah," he replies, "you?"

"I'm doing good," I tell him. I watch him shut his eyes. Hoping to quickly fall asleep. "Night Juggie."

"Night N/n," he says softly.

~~~~~

The next morning we both take way longer then normal to get ready. In fact I watched Jug change into three different outfits before finally settling.

"Are you sure you wanna wear that?" He asks me pointing to my leather jacket, "I don't want them to say anything to you. Get nasty about gang wear."

"And I'll break their teeth," I tell him, "relax every thing is going to be fine." He sighs then takes a deep breath. Anything to relax himself. He relaxes more during the drive. Feeling less tense. Despite how much he pretended to not care I can tell this actually means something. As we get to the school suddenly it's my turn to feel way too tense. All this reminds me off terrible grabby prep school guys back when. Jug looks to me slightly concerned as I survey they area for ways to escape.

"You good?" He asks.

"Sorry I just got a little anxious," I tell him. He nods and we just walk on dropping the conversation there. I'm thankful for that because I could not handle explaining anything right now. Once inside I look around at the interior design around the building. It's pretty but so stereotypical.

"Hey, are you Forsythe?" A guy asks approaching us. I look over to see the stereotypical blonde hair little boarding school best.

"Yeah," Jug replies.

"Bret Weston Wallis," he says offering a hand to Jug.  He takes it shaking it lightly then Bret looks to me and winks. I scoff at the action. "Mr. Chipping asked me to  roll out the red carpet."

"You can just call me Jughead," Jug tele him.

"I prefer Forsythe," Bret says. This bitch.

"Jug," I say obviously annoyed.

"Who's your friend?" Bret asks Jug as he looks over me.

"Y/n L/n," Jug says as he tightens his grip around my hand.

"Cute. Very cute," he says to us. Then starts walking leading us off with no real warning. "Let me give you some stats.Our faculty holds 132 master's  degrees and 28 doctoral degrees,   which sounds impressive, but the truth is, most of our  teachers are hopelessly out of touch.  Except for Mr. Chipping, he's cool. And I'm not just saying that  because he's coming right behind me." I look up to see the man from late night. "Mr. Chipping, how's it hanging?"

"Bret, don't let me interrupt you," Chipping sags, "But I wanted to invite Jughead  to sit in on a salon with us."

"If I'm not mistaken, we're  focusing on Moby-Dick tomorrow?" Bret says.

"Oh, great," Jug says, "That's one of my favorites."

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Jones," Chippings says.

"Definitely," Jug replies as the older man moves off. Bret looks to me and smirks lightly.

"Y/n you can come, too," he says to me, "I bet you've got a lot to say about Moby-Dick."

"Yeah about how ridiculous it is that everyone praises it," I say harshly, "And I think I've gotten my fill  of this place already, so..."

"It is a lot to digest," he says. I can tell by the tone he thinks he's better than me. I bite my tongue as I try not to start something. "Speaking of which, in the cafeteria we've got vegan, keto vegan, raw keto vegan-"

"That's terrible," jug whispers to me. I chuckle knowing full well that he'll absolutely enjoy eating this school out of house and home. The rest of the tour goes fairly well but through the entire thing Bret keeps making snarky comments about me. I roll my eyes harshly as he moves off leaving us to return to our own school. "That wasn't so bad."

"The school? No," I say to him, "I think it actually looks like a great place. However that dude is kinda a dick."

"He's like Cheryl," he says to me.

"Yeah every school has one," I tell him, "you can't escape that anywhere."

"I just keep thinking about what the hell raw vegan is," he says to me. I chuckle knowing he would be just fine with it. As we arrive back to the school I see Cheryl with the other vixens behind her. She smirks then makes her way towards me.

"Hello outcasts I'm having a back to school party tonight a Thistle House," she tells us, "attendance is mandatory formal wear is not and you will leave my house white girl wasted. Alrighty? Toddles." She doesn't give either of us a chance to respond before she slides off. I look over to the boy and chuckle lightly.

"Well are you going to be DD tonight?" I ask him.

"Nope," he says to me. I roll my eyes at the comment.

"Okay well I'm not going to be," I tell him.

"Going to what?" Betty asks as she joins us. Sweet Pea trailing behind her. I look between the two curiously. What the hell are they doing together?

"Who's being DD for Cheryl's party tonight," Jug says.

"Oh I'll drive if you want," she offers, "I'm still not too much of a fan of drinking."

"Yeah sure that's fine with us," I tell her, "more importantly when did you two start hanging out?"

"Oh we just have a couple classes together and so we've been walking to and from them together," Sweet Pea says, "just as pals do."

"Right pals," I say suspiciously. I don't want to pry but also I'm so concerned for what the hell is going on. "Fine the four of us can take my truck. Betty you'll drive and Sweet Pea you can carry my flask in."

"On it," he says to me smirking widely, "I'm always down to cause some trouble."

"I guess we'll all meet at mine," Jug offers, "about 7?" We all nod in agreement then split to head our separate ways."

"What the hell was that?" I ask when we are far enough away from them, "are they hooking up?!"

"I don't know why don't you just ask them?" He asks me. I sigh.

"I can't just ask them if they are hooking up!" I exclaim, "that's rude. I'll just spy on them tonight."

"That's not any better," he says sighing at my words.

"Yeah well I'll get a better answer this way," I tell him, "now let's go we are going to be late for class."

~~~~

The next day moves through way too fast. Just painting and general enjoying time with my boyfriend. Until he has his thing with Stonewall. As he leaves Lily sits me down with the college brochures she's recently selected.

"Okay I like these ones," she says pointing at ones across the country, "specifically this one in California."

"Lily I have homework," I say to her as I work in my ap painting.

"Yeah but this is your future!"

"Then we can deal with it in the future," I tell to her as I attempt to get her to back off.

"Well if you want think about Paris then we need to think about this," she tells me, "you have the money for a good school for a while but also wouldn't it be nice to be able to use that money for something else? Like a nice place during college or a year of travelling."

"Lily-"

"I just want to work with you," she tells me, "I want what is best for you and what I think you should take advantage of."

"I have a party to get ready for," I say as I put down my paint brushes, "we can talk about this later."

"Fine," she says. With that I'm off to get ready for the party and for the interesting little group we have for tonight. I hope this goes well. But then again in Riverdale you never know.

~~~~

All around us the lights and loud music create the party scene. Mixed with the nice outfits and looks everyone has It's really created the party for the year.

"Whoo!" Someone yells. We all look over to see Cheryl and Toni standing above us all.

"My esteemed guests, may I  have your attention please?" She says demanding it more then asking. The party guest quiet and the only sound is the music. "Students of Riverdale, we  have a new enemy in our midst. This killjoy is our new  principal, Mr. Honey. However, never fear. I, as your student body president, will make sure that he  is beheaded by Homecoming, or my name isn't  Cheryl Marjorie Blossom." The crowd cheers in reaction as I look to my boyfriend.

"I need a drink," I say to him, "let's get some-"

"I've got it," he says to me. He pecks my cheek then moves off leaving me with Betty and Veronica standing at my sides.

"What's up with you two?" Veronica asks me, "he's more secretive than normal- are you pregnant? Engaged?"

"Oh no oh god no," I tell her shutting down that idea right there, "I'm not anything. He's being recruited by stonewall. That fancy prep school down the way."

"Well that's less exciting," she says to me.

"But is still big news," Betty says, "what's he planning to do?"

"He wants to stay at Riverdale," I explain, "FP wants him to go to Stonewall and have his talents be awarded."

"What do you think Juliet?" Veronica asks me.

"I think that if he wants to he should do it," I tell them, "it's up to him. I'm willing to go along with whatever he wants."

"Well what about you and Paris?" Betty asks me. I shush her immediately.

"Woah what's this and Paris?" Veronica asks me. I sigh.

"A art school wants me to leave for a program in Paris in January," I explain, "Jug and I haven't talked about it so don't say anything when he gets over here." With that we notice Jug and Sweet Pea join us.

"Look who I found," Sweet Pea says, "and he roped me into helping.

"Your drinks, ladies," Jug says as he and Sweet Pea give them our. I take my sipping it only to find the taste of cheap beer.

"Thank you," Betty says to them. Veronica looks to Jug and smirks.

"So," she says drawing attention to herself, "What's this I hear about you transferring?"

"Oh uh im just being recruited  by Stonewall Prep," he says to us, "no big deal."

"How was the salon today, by the way?" I ask him.

"Shocked to say, I actually kind of enjoyed it," He tells us, "And the kids had  actually read Moby-Dick."

"Jughead, there is no school more nihilistic   and/or privileged than Stonewall," Veronica says, "Besides, why would you want to  leave your lovely girlfriend here?"

"Jug, we would make it work," I tell him, "it's like a ten minute drive in a bad day."

"Riverdale is your home," Betty says to him, "you have your friends here. The serpents."

"Trust me when I say, you would be miserable," Veronica tells him.

"Hey chill it with the negative energy," I say to them, "I'm sure that everyone will understand and respect whatever opinion you land on." Everyone looks to him. He raises his arms in defeat.

"I'm just trying to keep  an open mind, is all," he tells us.

"Good that's all I want," I say to him, "do whatever you think is best for you." He wraps his arm around me tightly. "Veronica thought we were engaged."

"We are not engaged," he says to her, "I promise if we are ever engaged we will share."

"Maybe," I say as I raise the cup back to my lips. Veronica leaves to join the others while our little group dances and enjoys the night. A couple drinks in and Sweet Pea and I challenging the other to constant drinking games. It's enjoyable for us. All of us laughing and enjoying himself. It's all nice until we hear a loud angry voice.

"Yo. Who invited you, new guy?" Reggie yells from by the pool. I huff knowing this isn't good.

"Dude, Reggie, lay off," Archie tells him defending Mad Dog.

"Cheryl, you know this guy?" Reggie asks with an obvious slur to his words. He's fucking wasted.

"No, but I certainly don't  object to him being here," Cheryl says harshly, "which is more than I can say for you."

"So what you're saying is Mad Dog here crashed," Reggie says moving towards the guy. Before anything can happen the lights of a police cruiser flash over us.

"Wonderful," Cheryl says clearly unamused, "And now  the po-po has arrived."

"Party's over," FP announces, "Everybody go home. Go home. Move." He makes eye contact with us and glares at his son. "Jughead, boy, you better not be drinking whatever's in that cup."

Jug tips the cup over spilling the contents of it.

I chug mine then pull the flask out finishing half then passing it to Sweet Pea.

"What booze?" I ask them, "I've never heard of any booze."

"Sheriff Jones," Reggie calls, "Someone get this man a beer."

"You want to see the inside of  the drunk tank tonight, Mantle?" FP says harshly.

"I'll take him home, Mr. Jones," Archie says moving forward.

"What are the charges, Sheriff Jones, JD one might ask?" Cheryl asks him.

"Someone called the  station about the noise," FP informs her.

"Impossible," she says, "All of Thistlehouse's neighbors  are either deaf or dead." He shrugs. "Who exactly made this absurd complainant?"

"Someone named, uh Honey," FP informs her, "Party's over, Cheryl." He moves past her then looks to us. Sweet Pea tosses the flask off as we stand straight. "Do I need to put you lot in my cruiser?"

"No sir," I say to him, "in fact Betty was just driving us home." He looks at her sternly as she shifts awkwardly. "She has decided today is her day to drive."

"She's wasted I'm sorry," Jug says to his dad.

"I have never heard of the word wasted my friend!" I say to them, "I am a good Christian girl-"

"Just get her home," FP orders. He waves us off and Jug helps me keep myself walk towards my car.

"She's not a light weight so how is she drunk off of three drinks?" Betty asks.

"Sweet Pea and I pregamed on Vodka and Red Bull," I exclaim, "so we both are having a time!"

"She's half his size and she wanted to keep up with him so she just went off," Jug tells her, "she'll be fine."

"Fine I'll be baby," I say to her, "oh my god I've slept with everyone in this group!" I start laughing loudly. They all stay quiet as we move along. "Jug if you and Sweet Pea do it and Betty and Sweet Pea do it this whole group has fucked!"

"Please stop with that," Jug says.

"What Jones you don't want to fuck me?" Sweet Pea mocks as he slightly loses his balance.

"I guess I'm playing baby sitter tonight," Jug says to Betty. I just laugh as I sway back and fourth. As we all get into the car Betty takes the lead as I lay on Jug's shoulder.

"Sorry," I say to him, "I didn't mean to get drunk."

"It's fine," he tells me, "we are the póster couple for teenage rebellion so one of us had to get wasted." I chuckle. As Betty drops the three of us off at mine she tells me she'll bring the truck over in the morning and pick us up. I wave and lead them inside the house. Sweet Pea takes the couch as I yank Jug down to my room. The girls officially got set up in the second bedroom upstairs. Meaning I got my own room again. As we get into the room I toss aside the dress exchanging it for some large shirt. He changes out of his clothes and hops into bed. I curl up into his arms and he smiles brightly. "God you are so perfect."

"Not even close," I say to him, "but thanks. It's nice to have you around."

~~~~

Bright and early the next morning we make our way to the school. Groggy and definitely hung over I spend my free period napping in the art department offices. By our later classes I start to feel better but it's still not great.

"You look awful," Toni says to me as I approach her and Jug at his desk.

"Well you see I feel terrible," I tell her, "so I'm just feeding into that." She chuckles.

"A little too much last night?"

"A little?" I ask her, "I swept the floor with Sweet Pea who by the way was still blacked out on my couch and refused to come in today. So I think I won."

"Ill give her that much," Jug says, "he looked even worse."

"Yeah well not many can keep up with her," Toni says to us. I smirk widely. The teacher walking towards us ends the discussion and we all shuffle back into our seats.

"Okay, everyone. I trust you all completed  your summer reading?" The teacher asks starting class right away, "Who wants to read the first  section out loud for us? Anyone?" She looks around to see no one really paying attention. I keep my self awake but it's a real struggle. Besides me Jug looks around for a someone to look like they care. "All righty then.   I'll start and you follow along. 'Understanding Literature, Chapter Six. English Drama. One of the great works of the  Elizabethan Age, Romeo and Juliet, is a tragic romance,  emblematic of both Shakespeare's-" my eyes catch his. He looks miserable. Absolutely bored of everything and one. I sigh.

"I can't take this," I say to him. I raise my hand and she stops to point at me.

"Yes?"

"Yeah excuse me Jug and I have to go to guidance,"I call. She nods and i stand taking his arm dragging him from the classroom. Once out he looks at me completely confused.

"Okay. What's going on?" He asks me, "did you want to do something or are we skipping?"

"No listen You should go to Stonewall Prep," i say to him, "and trust me I hate saying that, but it's a good offer at a place that will appreciate you. You'll do better there then you ever did here."

"Okay?" He says to me, "are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure!" I tell him, "if I wasn't I wouldn't have dragged you out of class. I know you want to go to Stonewall. So here you go here is the shot."

"But what about us?"

"Don't worry about us Jug," I say to him, "we will make it work. We've been through way worse. So Just go pack up your stuff and I'll handle everything here. Then I'll meet you at yours."

"God I love you," he says to me. I pull him into a kiss then he moves running off. Now time for my part.

~~~~~

As all the work settles on his changing schools he gets his uniform. He moves to show it off to his family and I as we wait patiently for him. After a good twenty minutes he struts in with the red and black uniform.

"Well, well, well," FP says.

"Do I look like a jerk?" He asks us.

"No, you look like a gentleman," FP says.

"I think you look hot," I tell him, "you've got to love the whole boarding school look." He chuckles smirking lightly. "It matches that whole look I've got with being a vixen." The group chuckles. Well almost the whole group does. Besides me JB pouts lightly. Jug looks to her softly.

"Stonewall's not too far, and I'll be back every weekend," He tells her. I wrap my arm around her shoulder.

"And besides you still have me," I tell her.

"Hey I'm glad you accepted Chipping's offer," FP tells him, "You're a sort of a  legacy there, you know?"

"What do you mean?" Jug asks.

"Well, your grandpa, Forsythe the First," FP starts, "actually went to Stonewall Prep for a   couple of months until he dropped out."

"What happened?" I ask FP.

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" Jug asks him.

"It's ancient history," FP tells us, "But he quit at everything, including me. He went out for a pack of  smokes, and he never came back.   Anyway I didn't mention it because I wanted this to be your decision, without my old man's  shadow hanging over you. It's a chance for you  to do something good, for yourself, and I'm proud of you, son."

"It's going to be a good year. Really good year."

Little did we know how this year would truly be.

_____

Sloppy chapter I know but a lot has been happening in my personal life but hey I don't work all weekend so hopefully I can catch up again.