Your ex had never learned the meaning of the word “over.”

Even months after the breakup, they kept appearing in your orbit — at Pop’s, at the lockers, at the Blue & Gold doorway — trying to convince you to “talk things out.”

You tried being polite.

You tried being firm.

Nothing worked… until one afternoon when Betty Cooper witnessed them cornering you near the vending machines.

“Come on,” your ex insisted, stepping closer. “I just want another chance.”

You took a step back — right into someone’s chest.

A steady hand curled around your arm.

“Actually,” a calm but razor-sharp voice said, “they already have someone.”

You turned.

Betty.

Her jaw was tense, her eyes narrowed, her hand slipping confidently into yours like it belonged there.

Your ex blinked. “What?”

Betty lifted your joined hands. “We’re together,” she said flatly. “So you can stop bothering them.”

Your ex scoffed but backed off, grumbling as they disappeared around the corner.

The second they were out of sight, Betty dropped your hand like it burned her.

“Oh god,” she whispered. “I—I didn’t even ask. I just— you looked uncomfortable and I panicked.”

You smiled. “You panicked by… pretending to be my girlfriend?”

She flushed, cheeks pink. “…Sorry.”