Same Body, Different Person

Betty sighed as she got out of bed.

Another useless day at a useless school.

She stumbled to her closet as she rubbed her eyes viciously. She threw on some clothes and kept her hair down, letting her curls show. She also did a little bit of makeup, not too much for anyone to really notice. 

Betty then lazily walked down stairs, still rubbing her eyes a little. She made it to the kitchen and found herself startled by her mom and sister sitting at the table.

She felt uneasy, considering they all just stared at each other in a uncomfortable silent for what felt like forever.

Betty then began walking towards the fridge, breaking eye contact with the devil's themselves. She opened the fridge, not really knowing what she was hungry for.

Do I go for the coco pebbles? Or do I go for the fruity pebbles? Or should I just eat a granola bar, considering I don't want to gain anymore weight. Which I'm pretty sure granola bars have some type of sugar in them. Nothing THAT GOOD could be healthy. But I mean, that cinnamon toast crunch does look good right now. Or should I go for the apple Jack's?

Geeze, when the hell did we get all of this cereal?!

Betty huffed in frustration and closed the fridge, turning around to meet her mother's and sisters burning gaze.

"Omg, could y'all stare any longer?" Betty spat out before grabbing an apple and walking out.

She ate her apple and grabbed her backpack, heading out the door to her car.

She was looking down at her feet as she was walking, not really paying attention to anything but the steps she took.

Imagine if I was Harley Quinn or any other badass villain. I could mess this whole place up in a second without any remorse―but then that would result in jail time considering I'm horrible at hiding from people, which was proven every single time I would play hide and seek with someone. Let's just say I was always the seeker. And no....I am not physically nor mentally able to be in jail. Absolutely not.

Betty pushed away her weird thoughts and focused on the ground as she walked closer to her car in the driveway.

"Did that guilty feeling finally hit you, or do you always walk slummy?"

Betty shot her head up at the familiar masculine voice as her eyes widened.

Jughead Jones, just great.

Betty rolled her eyes and continued walking towards her car, it was way too early for this.

She started hearing footsteps approach her from behind as she unlocked her car door.

"I don't get why you have an attitude with me, you're the one that's been messing up Sarah's life." Jughead said as he walked up to her.

"That's crap, I haven't even done anything to her, and if you don't believe me, then you don't. I honestly don't really care." Betty said with a shrug as she got inside her car.

Jughead leaned against the open door, holding it open so Betty didn't try and close it on him. "Okay, so let's say you didn't post that tweet....then who would you say did it then huh?"

"I don't know Jughead, that kind of sounds like something for you to figure out."

"Oh, you bet your ass I will figure it out." He said bitterly, glaring at her.

Betty rolled her eyes at his lame attempt of a threat. Was this dude really trying to scare her right now?

"Good for you." Betty said with a forced smile as she pushed him back a little bit and closed her car door.