Finals week in Riverdale High was brutal.

Everyone was stressed, exhausted, and surviving on caffeine… even Betty Cooper, who usually had her entire life organized down to the minute.

But this week? She needed help. And the person she trusted most was you.

You found her in the library, surrounded by open textbooks, highlighters, and a half-finished milkshake someone probably smuggled in for her.

“Betty,” you said softly, setting your bag down, “you look like you’ve seen the inside of a textbook too many times.”

She didn’t even deny it.

“I just need to get through this section,” she sighed, rubbing her eyes. “And maybe the next one. And the–”

You gently placed your hand on top of her book.

“Breathe.”

Betty exhaled shakily, then smiled — tired, but genuinely grateful.

“Stay with me?” she asked.

You sat beside her, shoulders touching, and opened your notes. “Of course.”

Betty leaned in closer than necessary as you explained the material, her eyes softening every time your fingers brushed while turning a page.

You pointed to a paragraph. “See? This part connects to–”

When you glanced over at her, you caught her staring at you instead of the book.

“Betty?” you teased.

She blinked quickly, cheeks tinting pink. “I’m listening! I swear. Mostly.”

You laughed softly, nudging her knee. “Come on, focus.”

She tried. Really. But exhaustion finally got the best of her.

You were mid-sentence when you felt her head slowly lean… and then settle gently on your shoulder.

You froze.

Betty Cooper. Perfect, brilliant, stressed Betty Cooper… was asleep on you.

Her breathing evened out, her hand dropping from her pen to rest lightly on your forearm. A small sigh escaped her lips — the kind that only happened when she felt safe.

You didn’t move. You didn’t even dare breathe too loudly.

The library was quiet, warm, and for a moment, you felt like you were holding an entire universe on your shoulder.