No matter how much you didn’t want to do this, there were simply no more options.

The Southside Serpents scared you, hell, they scared anyone in from the Northside. They were a gang, a dangerous one at that.

Yet, here you are, tightly clutching your light coloured sweater around you for comfort as you enter the White Wyrm — the place where the members of the Southside Serpents hang out.

You had to do this. You hadn’t heard from Jughead in days after an argument had sprung between the two of you, leading to him avoiding just about every single person in his life.

After mentioning it to Toni, Jughead’s friend from the Serpents, she had told you Jughead hadn’t left the White Wyrm in days. So here you are.

Hesitantly, you had approached the bar where Toni was before asking where Jughead is.

You went straight to the fire door at the back of the building filled with intimidating looking gang members when Toni informed you that Jughead is most likely out back smoking. You kept your head down, staring at your slightly dirtied sneakers as you walk, avoiding all eye contact.

When reaching the door, your freshly manicured hand pushed it open, stepping out from the stuffy bar into the fresh air, laced with the slight scent of cigarette smoke.

Your eyes fall upon Jughead, his back leaning against the wall of the building, the lit stick between his fingers as his head tilts back, smoke being exhaled from his lips into the night’s atmosphere.