Forever Bound - A Dukesaw fanfiction

MY girl - 3

SAWYER

I wake up in Heather's arms, not fully remembering what happened last night, but I have a pretty good guess, based on the position we're in.

"Shit." I whisper to myself. Duke stirs. I carefully slip out of bed and throw something on, a random pair of blue pyjama pants and a Big Fun T-shirt. Then, I hesitantly go over and wake up Heather.

"Heather, wake up." I say while shaking her awake. She groans.

"Okay, Ronnie." She looks up at me. "Wait, Ronnie?" She looks around, and I can tell she's processing exactly what I was three seconds ago. "Fuck."

"Quite literally." I look down. "Uhh, we can't tell anyone. This is Sherwood, Ohio. We'd be dead." I say while standing up yet again, and going into another rambling session.

"This can't happen again, it's too risky, we-" Heather interrupts me.

"Okay, Veronica take a breath. Nobody's gonna find out, we were high, we barely even remember, right?" She sits me down.

"I- I guess..."

"We just had a sleepover! Friends have those all the time!" I got to admit, she's making a lot of sense. We get dressed in separate rooms to avoid a repeat of last night, and get something to eat before heading back to school. It feels like everyone's staring, I remind myself of that thing I learned in Psychology, that you imagine things when you're insecure.

"F@g." Some random guy says to me as he walks by. Okay, I did NOT just imagine THAT.

"Heather, did you hear that, or am I just imagining stuff?" I whisper.

"I heard it." She says in the least nervous voice possible. Heather Chandler shoves a photograph in my face, so much so that I don't even know what I'm looking at. I take it from her hand and my heart drops. It's a photo of me and Heather in bed, asleep together.

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT.. Heather, did you take that photo?" I say as my hands start to shake, I can already hear the bullying. I can already feel the cold, helplessness of being shoved in a locker.

"No, but Veronica, what were you think-" An all too familiar man cuts her off and grabs my shoulders, making my body shiver.

"It was me, I snuck in your window for a little "hello", again, and I saw you and Heather in bed. I remembered, I had a camera, at my bike, so I grabbed it, and snapped a few photos. Now, without the popularity, you're basically already mine." J.D says simply, I can barely form sentences.

"Please, don't do this." Is the only sentence I could slip out.

"Oh, but my darling, it's already done. Remember, your whole speech about how popularity is exhausting?"

"That's better than being called slurs!" I just barely make out. Heather Duke stands in front of me.

"I swear to god, leave her the fuck alone before I actually kill you. Ronnie did nothing to hurt you." She snarls.

"Well "Ronnie", he finger quotes "Is better off without you bitches. When she's gone from this little clique, she'll agree." As he says this, I can feel myself getting angry.

"Jason, I don't even like you! I don't even like men-" I accidentally say a little too loudly. Please, say nobody heard that, please say nobody heard that... But soon enough, I'm realizing that everyone already knows. He printed out multiple pictures and put them EVERYWHERE.

"I'll be back." I'm trying to make my way to the girls' bathroom, so I can breathe, but some random jock pushes me down.

"Aww, the little f@g is upset." That guy says in a fake baby voice, then he kicks me and walks away. I'm getting up and going to the bathroom, hiding away from everyone in a stall. I thought that I'd just be writing something sad in my diary, but it turns out to be a full breakdown.

DUKE

I'm watching as that random DICK pushes her down. He pushed MY girl down. Who the hell does he think he is? I expect Heather Chandler to laugh, or to cut me out of the Heathers, and socially murder me. But she punches J.D in the face, instead.

"Go, help her. I may be a bitch but not THAT much of a bitch." Chandler says. Woah, she has human empathy inside of her? I guess what Veronica said was true. Everyone is capable of growth.

"What are you doing? Don't just stand there like a pillowcase!" She spits. She's mostly capable, I guess. I run past the jock and into the bathroom, I go inside to hear her sniffling in a locked stall. I knock gently.

"Veronica, open the door, please?" I say softly. She does, and I see her beautiful face, soaked with tears. She has her diary tucked in her arms. I wipe a tear from her cheek with my thumb.

"I promise, it'll end soon. Rumors die down within a few days at Westerberg. Remember?" I say as I sit down in the corner with her.

"Heather, I don't regret last night. I like you. I like being with you." She says in her soft little voice.

"Really?" I smile as I grab her hand. "Well, for some good news, Heather's on our side. She'll protect us."

"What about Mac?" She sniffles.

"Mac would 100% help, she's probably the kindest out of all of us." I say while tucking some of her dark brown hair behind her ear.