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Lost and Found Part 3 ~ Jughead x reader

Part 1  Part 2  Part 4

Word count: 1,162

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader isn’t living with her parents any more and is looking for a place to crash. She meets Jughead. 

A/N: This takes place during the first season, around episodes 4 to 7.

The next day I avoided him at all costs. I even got up an hour earlier than usual just so I wouldn’t have to meet him. I needed the time to sort my thoughts.

I just couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. I knew it was just a one time thing, this would never happen again, so my heart should stop fussing about it. But it wouldn’t. Every time I thought of the intimate moment we had or a picture of his captivating face with his alluring smile appeared before my inner eye my heart started to ache.

The thing was I didn’t like getting attached to people, especially to people who did not reciprocate the feelings and it was clear as crystal that Jughead Forsythe Pendleton Jones III did not reciprocate those feelings. So I had to ignore and forget about it.

Attachment wasn’t something I was big on. Not being attached meant being free, being able to do what I wanted. It made moving on – both emotionally and physically – so much easier. One didn’t have to consider whether one’s decisions would hurt anyone that one loved. I had even considered moving to a bigger town/city after graduation hoping to pursue my dream of becoming an artist. So no, commitment and attachment weren’t on the top of my list of things to-do. And the way Jughead reacted showed he didn’t want to be bound to anyone.

Having finished that train of thought I started to replay the events of the evening before in my mind. Maybe I just imagined that he leaned in. Oh god, if I did that I just made our whole acquaintanceship awkward. If that is what truly happened I could just slap myself, I thought facepalming.

Man, the moment was so cliché, it was almost kinda cringey. I had probably seen too many of these stereotypical romantic kisses on TV and in movies that my head made me think that he had inched closer, that this was my romantic moment. God, that’s so embarrassing! I wish it never happened – well, a part of me does. It is better if I don’t act on my feelings and act like everything is normal.

And that was exactly what I did. The following days I pretended that nothing had happened. When we saw each other in the hallways we subtly nodded at each other but further than that we didn’t show pay the other anymore attention just like we always did.

After our situation had cooled down some more we started hanging out more often. I made him go to Pop’s with me to eat dinner together instead of spending the time alone. It felt like we had finally become friends although Jughead still sometimes seemed like he was avoiding me and was hesitant around me but it was getting better and we opened up to each other – talking about our situations at home and our dreams and hopes.

A few days later during school time I was frantically searching for my dark haired, green eyed companion and found him sitting in the student lounge with his other friends. Leaning casually on the door frame I watched them laughing and talking together for a few minutes. When Jughead noticed me I pushed myself off of the door frame and slowly made my way towards the group sitting on the chesterfields in the centre of the room.

As I approached his facial expression showed his confusion and the rest of his gang watched me in surprise. A few feet away from him I nervously said: “Hey, Jug, could I talk to you for a moment? Outside?” while avoiding his friends’ gazes. “Uh... yeah... sure”, he stuttered and followed me out into the hallway which was more or less deserted.

“So... what did you want to talk about?”, my friend asked casually leaning against a locker. “Well... the thing is I have a slight problem”, I replied while cautiously looking around whether anyone else was listening in on our private conversation. Jughead cocked his head in interest and worry. “You know the place that I crashed in... well, someone must’ve found it and told Weatherbee ‘cause Mr. Svenson was told to raid out the place.” His eyes widened in disbelief. “Really?!” I nodded. “Oh shit! What happened to all of your stuff?”, he asked aghast. “They put it into the Lost and Found box but I already got it all back and put in my locker.”

“So they know that you stayed here?” “No... god no! I told them story about constantly losing things. They bought it.” Jughead exhaled deeply like he had held his breath most likely fearing for his own safety even though I was somewhat hoping it was for my sake. “Can I help you in anyway?”, he questioned. “That’s really nice of you but I’m fine... I just wanted to tell you that I won’t be staying here any longer.” “What?!”, he exclaimed shocked making some students glance at us.

“Shh”, I hushed him and made him lower his voice. Jughead muttered an apology. “I’ll leave as soon as school’s over. That’s why I wanted to let you know now.” It hurt seeing his seemingly painful expression – if I wasn’t imagining that as well – the corner of his lips lightly pointing downwards and his eyes wide. “You can’t! Where will you go?” Trying to lighten up the mood with a soft smile I answered: “I don’t know yet but I’ll figure it out. I always do. It really will be too suspicious if I stay here as well and anyway I saw Mr. Svenson lock the door to the storage room earlier.”

“Please (Y/n), at least stay the night. Then tomorrow we can figure it out together”, he begged me standing up straight. It was so unlike him to plea for something and I couldn’t stop myself from hoping that it was only because of me. His sea green puppy dog eyes didn’t help me with my refusal so I gave in. “OK, fine.”

As Jughead went back into the student lounge I stayed behind resting against one of the classic blue lockers caught up in my thoughts. That’s when I heard Veronica Lodge speak up. “So, you and that outsider girl?” “Her name is (Y/n)”, Jughead corrected her. I knew I shouldn’t listen, this surely wasn’t a conversation meant for my ears but as soon as my name fell from his lips drew my interest.

“What’s going on between the two of you?”, she asked suggestively and full of curiosity. “N... Nothing.” It hurt hearing him say that. Technically it was true. There was nothing between us. We hadn’t even spoken the words ‘friend’ or ‘friendship’ towards each other. With a pang in my heart I quickly left not wanting to hear more of the conversation. Although my heart still ached from Jughead’s short answer earlier today I kept my promise and spent the night in school.