Meant to be Yours (ChanSaw)

Chapter 2 (Heather Chandler)

Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, I've fallen for the nerd.

Why did she have to cover for us? Fuck! She's so cute and smart and small and- "aaaAAAH!"

I throw a pillow at the wall in frustration, knocking a picture frame on the floor in the process. It falls hard and the glass cracks.

I'm not gay! I can't be gay! What would those idiots at school think if their queen was a fag?

I put the pillow over my face and fall backwards onto my bed, "Fuck me! Jesus Christ!" I lay there for way to long, screaming into the pillow.

I hear my door click open. "Honey? Are you ok?" It's my father.

"Get out!" I scream, throwing the pillow at him. It falls short by a few feet, but he shuts the door and leaves anyway.

Why her? Out of all people! Kurt and Ram may be idiots, but at least they're boys.

Why her?

***

Second day of school. Already feels like the two hundred and second. I threw my schedule away yesterday, so I hope I remember my classes. I strut to Math, Heather M. close behind. I have every class with either her or Duke, so I don't think I totally fucked myself over my trashing my schedule.

Math, as always, is a snooze fest. Boring teacher, confusing lectures, excessive homework. I'm practically asleep the whole block.

Next up is Chemistry. I wave goodbye to McNamara as she goes to history. Duke meets up with me and we go into the classroom.

The chem teacher is a bubbly (pun intended) young woman who seems fresh out if college. Boy is she in for a nightmare this year.

I yawn, trying not to fall asleep. I look around the classroom out of boredom-- I sit in the front row so I don't see much of the room. I stand and walk to the very back of the room, pretending to blow my nose as I scan all the students. There's that weed girl, Duke is flirting with the boy she's beside, and next to them is...

Shit. Sawyer.

I blush. I can't do this here. I clear my throat and toss out the tissue. As I go to sit back down I make eye contact with Veronica. She blushes and smiles gently, and I swear I felt my heart stop. I smiled back with a small, light smile.

Well, this class is gonna be torture all semester. I guess it's the good kind of torture though, like when you stop eating sweets for a while so you feel good about your body but damn do I miss those cookies.

The bell rings and I stop doodling on the paper the teacher handed me earlier. God knows I didn't read it. I drop the paper in the garbage on the way out and head to lunch.

Duke and I sit at our usual table. McNamara's class is on the other side of the school, so we have to wait for her to show up. I stare at the doors, watching people come in and out, waiting for McNamara, but instead of her, Veronica walks in.

I feel my cheeks redden slightly. There's no way I'm calling her over here, I can't--

"Yo! Ronnie! Get your ass over here!" Duke calls to her.

Shiiiiiiiiiiit. Thank god I accidentally put on so much concealer this morning, otherwise I'd be beat-red right now.

"Erm... Hi guys?" Veronica said, sitting down next to me.