Forever Bound - A Dukesaw fanfiction

The Green Clad Girl - 1

SAWYER

I'm standing over Heather Duke, holding her hair back, as she vomits in the toilet. God, poor Heather. I feel bad for her, she shouldn't feel like she needs to do this to be beautiful. She already is the most beautiful girl I've ever-

"Grow up Heather, bulimia is so '87." Heather rolls her eyes as she fixes her makeup in the girls' bathroom mirror, unknowingly making me realize what was just going on in my head.

"Yeah, Heather. Maybe you should see a doctor." I say as I continue holding her hair back.

"Maybe." Says the Green Clad Girl, As she finishes. I help her up and look into her eyes for a bit too long.

"Uhh, Veronica? You okay?" Duke questions. I snap out of it.

"Yeah, fine. I should get going, I've got English class in like-" I check my swatch "-Four minutes." 

"I've got American History, with what's his name? The guy you like." Mac giggles.

"Jesse James." Chandler says while putting her lip gloss away.

"Jason Dean." I roll my eyes. "And I don't like him! I met him like, yesterday." 

"Mmhm." Duke nudges me. "Sure, you don't." She smirks. We all start to make our way to class.

DUKE

     Yes, yes. I know, It's not my place to have opinions on Ronnie's relationships, but just hear me out: I've seen that trenchcoat kid lurking around, not speaking to anyone, and side eyeing people. He just seems sketchy. He's also always looking at Veronica, which I GUESS could just mean that he likes her, but it looks like more than that. It's a fucking fixation. He doesn't just like her, but he looks at her like a prize to be won. Or a gift, I could go on and on. And don't even start with the "Maybe you're just jealous" bullshit. I don't like her like that, I'm just worried about her.

"Heather? Heather Duke!" The teacher speaks.

Shit, she was talking to me?

"Sorry, Miss, I was distracted, could you repeat the question?"

"What is the answer to question B?" She asks in an obnoxious tone.

"Oh, Uh, 34." I look down at my notes. As this dreadful class goes on, I keep looking at the clock, counting the minutes until it's over. Since Heather, Heather, Veronica, and I agreed to jam early and go to the mall. 

AT THE MALL: DUKE

Veronica laughs at a joke that I said, and I can't help but smile. I don't really know why, the joke wasn't that funny, but it charmed Ronica, and that's all that matters. 

"Soo, where should we go next?" Heather McNamara asks, as she carries a bagillion bags in her arms.

"To hell, for spending this much money during one outing. We could've donated to the homeless." Veronica says.

"Yeah, yeah. Could you help with my bags?" Mac giggles, and Veronica complys. God, she's so nice. After expressing her opinions about this outing, she still helps, meanwhile, carrying her few bags with Mac's bagillion.

"Whatever, I'm fucking starving. Food court?" Chandler doesn't really ask, but instead tells us to go to the food court.

"Food court." We all say in unison and go down to the court. We find the least shitty table (Which is still shitty) and Chandler tells me to give her my blazer so she doesn't have to sit on the "filthy" chairs. When I do, I watch as Veronica gives me her blazer because for some reason, it's pretty cold in this mall. I hesitantly accept, and put it on, it being slightly oversized. I watch as she pretends like she isn't cold.

SAWYER

It's a bit cold, but I'm fine. 

"Soo, what do you guys want?" I look around at the fast food options around us. After we all eat our food, Duke immediately starts acting weird. I put my hand on her shoulder, and mouth "It's okay, you need to digest." She nods as we all get up. A little bit after, I go home and throw my stuff on my bed, before writing in my diary.

     Dear Diary,

                Today was actually pretty fun, and the Heathers aren't as bad as I thought. I mean, Heather Chandler is a mega bitch, but Mac and Duke are sweet. It sounds insane, but I think I like Heather Duke. Her beautiful eyes, that I could get lost in for years. Her hair, her soft, pretty hair. And I know she can be bitchy to others, but "see how elastic our prejudices grow when love comes to bend them".

Just then, J.D climbs through the window.

"My apologies, terrible etiquette, I know." He chuckles.

"J.D? What are you doing here?"

"I was just wondering if you were down for a round of croquet? I saw the set outside." 

"So you climbed through my window?" I laugh. "You could've knocked on the door."

"Well, the extreme always seems to make an impression." 

"Well, I'm a little busy." I say.

"Doing?" He says as he climbs inside.

"Writing." 

"Oh yeah? Whatcha writing?" He tries to peek over.

"Nuh uh, that's my diary." I close it.

"Oh, fine. Later, Sawyer." He leaves through the window.