He’s been doing some quick maths, and from what he can tell, girlfriend plus friend with spare room minus mother equals him and Betty most likely sharing a bed tonight. Jughead pushes his chair away from the table. “Yay, sleepover!” says Veronica, clapping her hands. “I guess I no longer have a say in the matter since someone–” he stares at Veronica, “–is evidently in charge of both my phone and my life now.” “And now you are too, by the looks of it.” “I thought you said you picked him for his sharp wits, B,” quips Veronica.īetty rolls her eyes. The fine print is starting to sink in, and he glances over at Betty. “You’re welcome to start any time you like.” The latest outgoing message reads ‘Not coming home tonight, sleeping at Ronnie’s.’ This opportunity is far too good to pass up.” Her thumbs are tapdancing expertly across the screen while a sly smile spreads across her face. “Give me that,” says Veronica, reaching across the table quick as a flash to snatch the phone out of his hand.
“Looks like his date night came to a premature and rather unsatisfactory end.” I think you can safely assume it’s Archie.”īetty leans over to look at the screen.
It’s past JB’s bedtime now, and Betty is in the room. “Veronica, there are exactly three people who text me on a regular basis. “Is it Archie?” says Veronica, straightening up and looking at him expectantly. The leftovers are long cold and going stale by the time his phone vibrates in his pocket.
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