I get to JDs and he's just sitting outside. Smoking a cigarette. Fucking disgusting.
Put that shit out. I'm not gonna kiss you until you brush your teeth. I chuckle.
"You don't WANT to kiss me." He says in a serious tone.
What? What are you talking about? I ask nervously.
"Joking." He changes the topic and I go to hug him.
"How was the party?" He asks.
It was good. I respond.
He kisses me. But I don't feel the butterflies this time. It makes me sad.
"So how's Heather?" He asks.
What are you talking about? You told me not to talk to her. So I didn't. I respond. Lie.
"You don't talk to Mac?" He asks.
OH. thAT Heather. Shes good.
"Hows Duke?"
What?
"After you left her alone that at the party?" He asks.
You were there?
"After she KISSED you."
Why didn't you tell me you were there?
"After you didn't pull away." His eyes fill with tears. He's actually upset. Which makes me upset.
JD—
"No. Stop playing. You like her. You LOVE her." He cuts me off.
What? No I don't! I say. It's partially the truth.
"I've seen your face get red. I've seen the way she looks at you. The way you look at her. The way she went after you at the party." A single tear falls from his face.
I'm sorry. I begin to cry too.
"You think I'm crazy?" Hes crying now.
JD. Stop it. I wipe my eyes.
"No it's okay. I mean you SAID you didn't like her like that. So if you say it that must mean it's true right?" He asks sarcastically.
Jason—
"No, Veronica. What's done is done—"
JD please—
"Just....stay away from me, Veronica." He cries.
JD. Wai—
"Go. Go away. Just leave me alone." He demands. So I do.
I get in my car and I drive to Heathers house. I don't knock. I just walk in. I walk in...I walk upstairs and burst through her bedroom door.
We need to talk.
"Veronica what the hell?" She asks.
Heather Duke's POV.
Veronica busts into my room.
"We need to talk."
Jesus, Veronica, what the hell? I'm startled awake.
"NOW!"
Okay okay. I thought you hated me? Why are you here? I say as I get up and take her down to the kitchen counter.
"Thanks so much for everything." She says angrily.
Somebody woke up hungover. I giggle.
"You're gonna shut up and listen to me." She demands.
I put my arms up as a "okay fine." Type thing.
Speak.
Veronica Sawyer POV.
She tells me to speak. And I do. I burn her with my words.
If you think I hate you, guess what...I don't hate you I hate certain things ABOUT you that you do.
I hate that you manipulate everybody.
I hate that you treat all my other friends like shit.
I hate that you always find ways to mess up my life.
I hate that you treat me like a human being.
I hate that you make me feel so loved.
I hate the way you smile at me.
I hate that you look at me like I'm the prettiest girl.
I hate that you look at me in general.
I hate that my head spins when I look at you
I hate that I spend hours picking MY outfit for YOU.
I hate that I blush every time I look into your eyes.
I hate that I get butterflies every time we touch.
I hate that I was broken up with because of you.
I hate that I didn't hate the kiss last night.
I hate that I left you there.
I-
I-
I'm out of breath. Duke stops leaning on the counter steps closer to me.
"Are you quite finished?" She teases.
I'm still trying to catch my breath.
And
And I—
I hate...
I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU—
Dukes POV.
Veronica is just going to town on this list of things she hates about me...but she's starting to hate herself for things. It's kinda funny.
it's not my fault her heart races when I look at her.
It's not my fault that she blushes around me.
It's not MY fault that she gets butterflies when she looks into my eyes.
It's not MY fault she didn't hate the kiss—WAIT!! SHE DIDNT HATE THE KISS!
HER HEART RACES WHEN I LOOK AT HER?
SHE BLUSHES AROUND ME?
SHE GETS BUTTERFLIES? HOLY SHIT.
"And I— I—"
Are you quite finished? I tease.
Please say it. Say you love me. I think silently to myself.
"And and. I hate— I"
"I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU!" I cut her off and crash my lips into hers. She doesn't pull away. This time, she kisses back. Her arms cling around me as I pick her up and put her back against a wall while she's in my arms.
"Ouch"
Shit. Shit. I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I get really upset. I didn't mean to hurt her.
I didn't realize I had started to cry. But the truth is, I had been crying all last night and most of today. I thought she hated me. I thought I was a goner.
"Why are you crying? You didn't mean to do it. It's okay! Hey, it's okay!" She tries to calm me down.
It's just that I thought you hated me. I thought I'd never see you again. I sniffle and then chuckle.
Look at me. Crying over a girl like I'm a freshman. I laugh.
Veronica takes my hand. And with her free hand, she wipes away the tears before pulling me into a hug. She then takes my hands and leads me to my couch. She sits down, pulls me down next to her and just holds me. I never want this moment to end. I cant believe she actually loves me. Or does she? I don't even care. I made out with Veronica Sawyer. I'm not complaining right now.
