this city is contagious

“You’re living with Veronica,” Jellybean repeats, incredulous. Jughead closes his eyes, wills for her to stop saying it. “You’re living with your best friend’s ex-girlfriend. Your ex-girlfriend’s best friend.”

“I think I know how we all relate to each other, thanks,” he snaps irritably, then immediately feels bad. It’s not his sister’s fault that his life is a total mess.

There’s a brief pause on the other end of the line. Then Jellybean says, “That’s foul, bro.”

Jughead hangs up on her.