So ever since I watched the last episode of Riverdale, I felt the insane urge to write a Bughead story where Jughead was part of a motorcycle gang. If you've read some of my other stories in different fandoms, you'll know I've written them before. Pretty much inspired by a bunch of trashy biker novels and Sons of Anarchy. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, and I apologize for any mistakes, I've only just finished this chapter and wanted to get it up.

Betty Cooper took in a deep breath through her nose as she shifted the gears in her car and pressed her foot down on the accelerator, picking up speed as she reached the edge of the town. She had been back in Riverdale for all of one day, and was already feeling the urge to escape, far too many memories rushing at her every time she walked around a corner. It wasn't that they were bad memories, they were just...A lot.

She had been back to Riverdale exactly once since leaving the town two days after she graduated from high school, and that was for her mothers funeral, a year after she had left. Even then, she had only been in town for a couple of days, and they had all been spent either at her childhood home, or at the church where the funeral was being held.

Now, she was back because her sister, Polly Cooper, was pregnant. Polly hadn't asked Betty to come back, knowing how much Betty enjoyed her life in Los Angeles, but her best friend and room mate was coming back as well, given it was her brother that had actually gotten Polly pregnant. But Polly had always been there for Betty when she had needed her big sister, and given their brother, Chic Cooper, was traipsing somewhere across Iceland, and both of their parents had now passed away, she was the only family Polly had for support. It wasn't meant to be a permanent thing, but it was going to be long enough that Betty and Cheryl Blossom had given up their apartment, and Betty had handed in her resignation at the garage she had been working at.

She was regretting that now.

Because it had only taken one whole day for her to run into the one person she had been hoping to avoid.

Or at least avoid until she was steady on her feet, settled back in the town where she had grown up.

Forsythe Pendleton Jones III.

More commonly known as Jughead Jones.

Of course she was going to run into him, she knew that it was going to happen, but that really hadn't prepared herself when she actually saw him. She had been waiting for a coffee at a coffee shop that hadn't been there when she was younger when she had heard the familiar roar of motorbikes coming down the street outside. She had tried to stop herself from turning around to look out the window of the coffee shop, but she couldn't help herself when the girl beside her pretty much had heart eyes popping out of her head.

And there they were.

Four of the South Side Serpents, with Jughead Jones at the front.

She had only caught a glimpse of his face underneath the helmet that he was wearing, but that had been enough for her to turn on her heel, completely forget about her coffee, and storm out the other door of the coffee shop to where her car was parked outside and practically flee the scene.

It was stupid, because she was almost twenty-five, and she shouldn't be running from a guy that she hadn't seen since she was eighteen. But even though she had lived in Los Angeles for the past six and a half years, and she hadn't seen Jughead since the day that she had driven out of Riverdale in that shitty car she had managed to buy with the money she had saved working at her parents local newspaper store, and he had followed her to the towns border. He had then followed her a little further, but despite the tears that had been pouring down her face, she showed no sign of slowing down and refused to wind down the window, despite Jughead shouting at her to do so.

Now, Betty was sitting like an idiot, down at Sweetwater River where she and Kevin Keller, the sheriffs son, used to come when they were in high school, before he had been shipped off to live with his mother in their senior year.

She didn't have a shitty little car anymore, and she wasn't some lovesick eighteen year old either.

She was strong, she was not in love, and she was now living in the same town as Jughead Jones, so she was going to have to face him sooner or later.

Betty took in a deep breath as she tipped her head back and let the breeze wash over her face. The whole place felt exactly the same, exactly the same way that she had left it when she had left town. When she had been driving here, she had passed a couple of cars parked in areas that they thought were hidden, and there were teenagers inside, kissing and groping and probably doing a whole lot more as well.

Staying here wasn't going to be a forever thing.

She had gotten out of here before, and she could do it again.

She was a fully qualified diesel mechanic, and despite some looks that she got from men who came into the garage she worked at who looked as though they wanted her in their car rather than working under it, she loved what she did. The garage that she had been working at in Los Angeles had been great, and one of the guys that she worked with had been someone that she had been seeing on and off. It wasn't serious, more like a friends with benefits kind of arrangement, and it was good—they didn't let it interfere with their job, and they managed to keep it quiet from the rest of their colleagues. She got on with her boss, and she had definitely been upset to leave the place, but they had told her that she was welcome back if she decided to return to the city.

Betty was just thinking about getting back into her car when her phone rang, and she pulled it out of her pocket. A photo of Cheryl flashed on the screen, the gorgeous red head pulling the fingers at her—it was taken on a drunken night when Kevin had come into the city.

"Hey, babe," Betty greeted her friend as she answered the call. "What's up?"

"Where are you, Elizabeth?" Cheryl asked, and Betty cringed. Cheryl only called her by her full name when she wasn't happy with her. "You were meant to be here half an hour ago, so that you could help me pick out a pram for Pollykins and my Jason." Betty made a face, a little bit because of how sickening Cheryl could get with her cutesy nicknames, and a little bit because she didn't realize how long she had been at the river. "Are you gonna your cute ass over here, or am I going to do this myself?"

"No, no, I'll be there soon," Betty assured her.

"Oh? You didn't get distracted by a certain motorcycle riding gang member, did you?" Cheryl asked, her voice turning coy, and Betty rolled her eyes.

"No," she answered, her voice a little more abrupt than it needed to be. "I was—I'll be there soon, okay?"

"Okay," Cheryl sung out and ended the call. Betty tucked the phone into her back pocket of her denim shorts and walked from the edge of the river back to her car. It was a sleek, black Camaro, that she had brought a couple of years ago with some of the insurance money that had been released to them after their mother had passed away. It had been her one splurge, while Polly had put it into renovating their parents house. It had been when her and Jason were dating but not living together, and Polly had been planning on staying in their parents house permanently. Now, however, with her and Jason together, she was going to sell their childhood home at some point, while Jason was buying a big house on the edge of town to begin their lives together.

Betty turned on the car, feeling the car purr under her hands as she rested one hand on the gear stick, the other on the wheel. She had brought the car second hand, at a pretty good price as well, and done it up herself in her spare time. A few coats of paint as well, and she was absolutely gorgeous.

It was kind of funny, really, the fact that she had always thought about becoming a journalist when she was younger, but then when she started hanging around the garage with Jughead when she was about fifteen...She had realized how much she liked sticking her hands in the engine, twisting and turning things, making it come alive under her nimble fingertips. And then here she was, ten years later, and a qualified mechanic.

Betty managed to push Jughead, and the many other things that she did in the garage, while his brothers in the motorcycle gang were getting drunk out the front, to the back of her mind as she drove back into town, slowing down as she reached the main street. They lived completely separate lives now—even more than from when they were in high school—and he really didn't have any place in her thoughts.

Him, and his leather jacket, and his shaggy black hair, and those beautiful red lips, and those sinful eyes, and his muscular forearms and—

She slammed on the brakes as she nearly drove straight past the expensive baby boutique where she had been meant to meet Cheryl. There was an angry toot from the car behind her as she jerked her car into a parking spot on the road. She grabbed her wallet from the passenger and got out of the car, heading into the boutique, where the red head was waiting for her. She didn't notice the exact man she was trying not to think about who was standing on the opposite side of the street, half hidden down the alley, watching her with soft, blue eyes.

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