“I just don’t get it,”

Archie echoed once more, glancing over at Jughead before his eyes caught on {{user}} — who sat with Betty and Veronica.

Jughead gave a simple shrug — trying to piece together the pieces himself. In all honesty, it wasn’t his fault — it was Cheryl’s but the group knew how confusing it would’ve been to get answers.

“I didn’t kiss her, Juggie. Cheryl brought me to her family party-thing and suddenly {{user}} won’t talk to me?”

Tenth time Archie had repeated this.