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it takes self-control   /   it takes swallowing down his pride and rage to gently take her hand  away from his face,    returning it to her side.   it takes  something else entirely not to  scream in  rage   /    not to  throw himself against her wall.  he’s just so damn tired.    so   damn   sick of it.     

“    shit,   m’all fucked up.  look at this shit.   ”    vague gesture towards marred cheek,   hideously bitter laughter  scratching up his throat.  taking a step back,    jd  collapses onto her bed with his head in his hands.      he wants her to touch him again   ;  to run her fingers through his hair,   to  brush her fingertips against the nape of his neck,   to   kiss the bruises away.    but, the though of something so tender makes his skin crawl.    what does he want  ?     “  ----------maybe i should just take a drive.  ”       (   i  don’t want to hurt you again.  )

     MAJOR  DEJA  VU  .  even that was an understatement though. it felt like just yesterday she was walking veronica lodge through the halls of riverdale high, showing her the ins and outs of the place and attempting to give history the girl hadn’t cared for. now, she was doing it again. same school, same first name, different girl. being apart of the welcoming committee, betty cooper got to know all the new students rather quickly and it helped that the staff told her their names before she gave them a tour. although she was pretty much too busy to be part of the committee anymore, there was too much going on, the school had practically begged her to stay on. betty cooper, the girl next door, was a good front compared to the majority of the school. for some reason they were still concerned about the image they gave to new students.

pink perfection lips peel back in a welcoming smile, hand held out as a friendly gesture to the girl in front of her.  ❝   you must be veronica sawyer, right  ?   ❞ the blonde questioned, tilting her head just slightly but enough to make her high ponytail follow through on the action. ❝   i’m betty cooper, i’m supposed to be giving you your tour.   ❞

    IT  WASN’T  THE  FIRST  FIGHT  HE  HAD  EVER  BEEN  IN,     it  was  unlikely  to  be  the  last  fight  he  was  ever  in,     however     it  was  the  first  time  he  had  ever  got  into  a  fight  where  he  wasn’t  actually  defending  himself,  he  was  defending  someone  else,  he  was  defending  the  only  person  he  had  ever  wanted  to  fight  for.     and  for  the  first  time  in  ages,  he  had  lost  a  fight,  completely  overwhelmed  by  two  angry  jocks  and  the  rest  of  their  friends.     guess  they  finally  got  their  payback  for  the  whole  gun  thing.     it  wouldn’t  be  the  first  or  the  last  time  he  would  be  bloody  or  bruised  after  a  fight,  maybe  it  was  more  his  hurt  pride  that  veronica  had  seen  him  lose  especially  considering  he  had  thrown  the  first  punch  at  kurt  after  his  and  ram’s  bullshit  rumours  about  veronica.     he  wouldn’t  have     ANYONE     talk  bad  about  veronica,  to  make  her  feel  ashamed  about  herself,  especially  when  it  was  all  fucking  lies  and  he  knew  that  she  would  never  touch  either  of  them.     veronica  sawyer  was  the     BEST     thing  to  happen  to  him  and  he  would  do     anything     to  defend  her,  to  fight  for  her     .     .     .     even  if  it  meant  getting  his  ass  kicked  by  the  westerburg  high  school  football  team.

    HE  HADN’T  EVEN  NOTICED  HIS  LIP  WAS  BLEEDING,     maybe  because  it  was  something  that  happened  so  often.     he  was  just  sat,  cigarette  dangling  between  his  fingers,  looking  down  at  the  ground  because  he  hates  that  she  saw  him  like  that.     alive  with  the  anger,  only  to  be  knocked  down  to  the  ground  and  curled  in  a  ball  wanting  to  protect  himself.     it  was  all  just  too  familiar,  his  mind  going  back  to  bad  memories,  almost  expecting  to  look  up  and  see  bud  standing  over  him  and  not  kurt  or  ram.     but  he  was  glad  she  was  still  here,  sat  beside  him  and  he  only  flinched  a  little  as  she  went  to  wipe  the  blood  dripping  from  his  lip  down  his  chin.     blue  eyes  look  up  at  her,  expression  already  softening  as  he  allows  her  to  wipe  the  blood  from  his  face,  definitely  not  used  to  having  someone  take  care  of  him  but  he  would  not  deny  that  he     LIKED     it,  he  liked  that  she  was  still  here  beside  him  and  she  was  looking  out  for  him,  just  like  he  would     ALWAYS     try  to  do  for  her.     free  hand  takes  one  of  hers,  pulling  it  towards  him  as  he  presses  a  kiss  to  the  back  of  her  hand,    “     they’re  gonna  pay  for  this.     for  what  they’ve  been  sayin’  about  you.     no  one  gets  to  spread  bullshit  lies  about  you.    they’re  gonna  wish  they  never  even  opened  their  dumb  fuckin’  mouths  to  say  that  shit,    ”

                                            NAVY AND BABY #01

                                                         Veronica & Veronica 

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