AU where instead of Heather Duke, Veronica has bulimia. This chapter deals with sensitive topics, so please skip past this if you don't want to read this.
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Veronica sat in the stall, forcing her fingers down her throat to puke out everything she's eaten.
"Grow up, Veronica. Bulimia is so '87." Heather Chandler's snarky voice barked.
"Maybe you should see a doctor, Veronica.." Heather Duke suggests, her voice calming and caring.
"No, I'm fine." Veronica leaned over the toilet again, puking. Once she had finished, she flushed the bile.
"Heather, Heather and Heather.." Ms. Fleming's voice called. Veronica puked again. "...And Veronica."
"Hi, Ms. Fleming." Veronica greeted, flushing the vomit and standing up, wiping her mouth with paper towel and walking out of the stall. She washed her hands, and dried them.
"Have a hall pass?" She asked, eyeing the four girls.
"Yes, actually." Heather Chandler smiled, handing Ms. Fleming the hall pass. She nodded and walked out, handing Heather the hall pass again.
Veronica's stomach twisted in knots, as she ran back into the stall to finish her vomiting. Once she was certain she finished, she wiped her mouth and flushed it. Heather Duke rested a comforting hand on her shoulder, and smiled sweetly at Veronica.
The bell rang, signalling students to go to their classrooms.
Lucky, but not really, her boyfriend was in all her classes. She waved bye to her friends, and walked to her classes. She sat next to her boyfriend, who greeted her with a smile.
He still didn't know about her bulimia. "Morning, darling." He greeted, taking her pale hand.
"Morning." She whispered, her voice raspy. He raised an eyebrow, deciding to ask her about it later. This wasn't the first time she had been deathly pale coming into class. In fact, it happens almost every day.
Lunch came around quickly. JD pulled her out of the classroom and outside to a designated spot and pinned her to wall. She blushed and squirmed, trying to get out of his grip. She got out of his grip and instead pinned him to the wall.
Bad idea. He immediately started tickling her sides. She squealed and let go of him, running away to safety.
"What's been up with you lately?" He asked, leaning against the wall and staring directly at her. She fiddled with her fingers.
Shutting her eyes tightly, she remembered what it was like to look at her body.
When she was looking at it, all she could see was flaws, but there was nothing wrong.
She saw herself becoming skinnier.
"Nothing." She chuckled sadly, opening her eyes. He was standing in front of her. He had a daring look on his face. "I promise, nothing is wrong."
"You're lying." He huffed. "You're easy to read!" He grabbed her shoulders gently, and stared right into her eyes. "Tell me what's wrong."
Veronica looked down at her slightly shaking hands. She didn't want to admit it. "I..." She began trembling. "Have..."
"You're okay, I'm not going to be mad." He reassured her.
"I... I... I..." Her words were shaky. "I have... Have..." She looked up at him, her expression frightened. "I... I have... B-Bulimia..."
His expression dropped. "Veronica, I..."
"Please don't leave me... I'm screwed up, I know..." She whispered, voice hoarse. Little did she know, the Heather's were watching. Duke watched, feeling extremely bad for her friend. Chandler watched, feeling a little sympathy. McNamara watched, feeling the same thing as Duke.
JD hugged his girlfriend, and felt her shaking. "I won't ever leave you."
"You p-promise?" She whispered.
"I promise."
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