Forever Bound - A Dukesaw fanfiction

Stronger than ever - 4

SAWYER

    I try to put myself back together in the mirror, as Duke tries to comfort me the best she possibly can. 

"I promise, it'll be okay." She says before leaving, and basically as soon as she leaves, Mac comes in.

"Oh, hey, Mackie." I say, now looking presentable, but clearly upset. She doesn't even say anything, she just hugs me.

"Heather, you okay?" I ask while hugging her back.

"Are you? I was so worried about you, and nobody told me anything." Mac says while pulling away.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say softly. 

"Ronica, what happened?" She asks. I tell her the whole story, she doesn't deserve to be lied to. She hugs me again, and tells me that she'll protect me and Heather. 

I go to class, I don't share this class with any of the Heathers, so I'm really worried. I hear some people gossiping about me, but I do my best to ignore it. A girl behind me, who I only know by looks asks me a question.

"Is it true that you blew Heather Duke?'" She whispers. I don't really know what to say. I could say 'yes', and look brave, but be made fun of. Or, I could say 'no', and look weak, and still be made fun of. You know what? I'll go with option one.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" I ask with a smirk. Her eyes widen, she obviously didn't expect that answer. I turn around and get back to work, suddenly, I'm not as nervous. I still have that weird feeling in my stomach, but I can work through it. I can ignore it. I feel stronger than ever! 

DUKE

God, all I can think about is Ronnie. I hope she's okay. I don't remember if she has her class with Heather Chandler, or not. I'm sitting with Mackie right now, people obviously aren't as scared of her, but the bullying is quieter than I can imagine it would be if she wasn't here. When lunch finally comes, all four of us sit at our regular table. Veronica looks good, I think she'll be okay

"Sawyer, are you okay, or do I have to crucify somebody?" Chandler asks, somehow not condescending. 

"I'm fine." she nods, with a slight smile.

"Good." She says before getting back to her food and chatting. Everything is mostly normal during lunch, until J.D says his hellos.

"Greetings and salutations, Ronica. Seems like my plan didn't work, hm?" He says, somewhat annoyed.

"Go away, fuckface."  I stand up. 

"Ooh, Dukie's defensive? Is she? A little overprotective?" He laughs.

"Stay the FUCK away from my girlfriend." Wait, girlfriend?

CHANDLER

Girlfriend?

SAWYER

Girlfriend?

MCNAMARA

Girlfriend?

DEAN

"GIRLFRIEND?!" I will KILL this bitch, I will absolutely fucking kill her. This SLUT steals my girl, fucks her, and acts all possessive? Who does she think she is? Actually, no. Who does Veronica think Duke is? Duke is a condescending bag of bones that is quite literally, green with envy. You know what? Heather Duke is one bitch that deserves to die. Along with the rest of the lip gloss gestapo.

"No, I mean technically it hasn't been confirmed, and I just said that as a heat of the moment thing. You know?" This bitch goes on and on. 

"You are going to regret stealing my girl. TRUST ME." I yell at her and walk off.

SAWYER

I barely even comprehend what was just said. All I heard was "girlfriend". And, all I can think about is how I wouldn't mind that being true. What if I was Heather's girlfriend? She's perfect. She's smart, she's comforting, and I've noticed, that lately, she hasn't been as mean. She's speaking to people from other cliques, and not doing those horrid pranks. Not to mention, she's SMOKING HOT.

"Ronnie, I'm sorry, I just meant that-" She starts, but I cut her off.

"Yes."

"What?"

"Yes. Me, you, girlfriend." I can't even say full sentences. I am insanely in love with her. I want her, so badly. I want to hold her, I want to kiss her, I want to be held by her. I look into her eyes. I could get lost in them. In different lights, they are ENTIRELY different shades. Sometimes, they look like a dark brown, like a huge forest, with all of the green leaves turning shades of yellow and orange. And other times, they appear to be the blue-green ocean, that I sail through, and past the huge waves.  Wait, what was I talking about?

"You, me, bathroom, now." She says before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the girls' bathroom, and into the furthest stall. Then, she kisses me, and all of my thoughts turn to mush. I melt into her lips. 

"That", she kisses me "was INSANELY", she kisses me "hot." She kisses me again, this time on the neck. 

"I assume that's a yes?" I say while giggling.

"God, yes." She replies, but I can't help but feel like J.D is up to no good.