Betty Cooper has always been good at hiding things. Her feelings, her worries, her whole side-gig of solving crimes… But nothing was harder to hide than you.

You and Betty started dating at the end of sophomore year — quietly, carefully, just for yourselves. It wasn’t because you were scared; it was because the relationship felt yours, something too precious to let the chaos of Riverdale get its hands on.

Still, some people were starting to notice.

Well… Veronica Lodge, for one.

It started at lunch.

Betty slid into her usual seat next to you, trying to look casual. But the moment your knees brushed under the table? Her smile got wider. Her cheeks glowed that soft, warm pink she tried so hard to hide.

Veronica raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow.

“Betts… darling… why do you look like that?”

Betty blinked. “Like what?”

“Like you just got kissed backstage before homeroom,” Veronica smirked, swirling her straw. “You’ve been looking glowy for weeks.”

Betty choked on her water. You lowered your gaze to your tray, fighting back a grin.

“I’m just… happy,” Betty tried, her voice cracking at the end.

“Mm-hmm. And happiness has a name, doesn’t it?” Veronica sing-songed, glancing suspiciously between you both.

Betty’s knee pressed harder against yours. A silent plea. Don’t laugh. Don’t give us away.