It's Her Fault - |Chansaw|

Part 2

|Chandler|

Oh where do I begin? Right. With her. The moment she stepped into my life, everything changed. Let's start on the first day in that trash can of a high school. Senior year.

I park next to Duke's Jeep. She and Mac are in the jeep. Making out. It's been a week, can't they control themselves? I stepped out of my Porsche. Everything seemed normal. I tap on the window to get their attention. They don't stop. Duke actually flips me off. I tap louder. Finally they separate. Duke rolls down the window.

"Just because YOU don't have a girlfriend, doesn't mean you can ruin OUR relationship," Duke says coldly. "Oh pull yourselves together. Or I'm walking in alone," I replied. "Fuck you, Chandler," Duke replies. She had begun to get too comfortable with my "soft" side. I'm gonna have to remind her of her place. But I don't have time to deal with her bullshit. "Get in line," I say with a smirk. She rolls her eyes and starts grabbing her things.

I begin walking across the parking lot. Mac and Duke catch up to me, looking some-what presentable. If I hadn't arrived when I did, that make-out session could've been something entirely more. Right when we opened the doors to the school, the losers formed a clear path for us.

We strutted down the hall, chins up, expressionless. I glanced around for a moment as we neared our lockers and then I saw her. A short brunette girl hugged her textbooks to her chest. She stared at the floor. I could've been staring for what felt like an eternity, but was only a second. I turned my attention ahead of me as thoughts invaded my head.

Who is she? What's her name? What does her voice sound like? What do her eyes look like? Why is she so gorgeous? Am I blushing? What the hell am I thinking? Shit shit SHIT! What does her skin feel like? Are her hands warm? What's she like? Not now, not here Heather! What do I do? I have a reputation to uphold! Who the hell is this beautiful stranger and why is she invading my thoughts?

My thoughts are running wild. I need to calm down. I quickly get a hold of myself and silence my thoughts. We finally reach our lockers and the losers continue on about. "So, what's on the agenda for today? What classes are we skipping?" Mac asked. "None. We're going to every class. Nothing important today," I say before I could think. "Do we have to? I wanna at least skip the hippie's class," Duke complained. "Shut up Heather," I hiss. "Sorry Heather..." she mumbles under her breath. I need to see that girl again.

The day moves slow. I can't take my mind off her. She's invaded my mind and I don't even know her name! "HEATHER!" I snap out of my thoughts. "What?!" I ask. "What is up with you today? You seem... distracted," Mac says quietly.

"It's nothing."

"Are you sure-"

"Drop it!"

Mac stays silent. Duke is giving me a pissy face. "Oh fuck of... f..." I trail off as a certain brunette catches my attention. She's talking to Martha dump-truck. I guess Dump-truck says something funny because she begins laughing. Her smile is breath-taking. The way her face lights up as she laughs. The way her lips- and there I go again. Fuck.

I stop staring for a moment. I look down at the table. Am I flustered? Duke and Mac don't seem to notice. I go to look back at her, but she's disappeared. Where the fuck did she go? "Fuck. I need to go to the bathroom." I'm taken out of my thoughts. Duke is clutching her stomach. "Right let's go." I stand up quickly. I steal a quick glance back to where Dump-truck sat. She wasn't anywhere to be seen.

We strut our way down the hall to the closest bathroom. I push open the door. It's empty. Heather Duke rushes to a stall and begins puking. The bell rings. I roll my eyes. Mac rubs her back gently. "Grow up Heather, bulimia is so '87."

"Maybe you should see a doctor Heather."

"Yeah Heather, maybe I should."

I almost swear I hear shuffling in one of the stalls. Then in walks the hippie. Great.

"Ah Heather and Heather-"

Duke pukes more into the toilet bowl.

"-And Heather. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting? You're late for class."

I have to think quickly.

"Heather wasn't feeling well. We're helping her."

I hear something else. A pencil?

"Not without a hall pass you're not. Weeks detention-"

"Actually Ms. Fleming, we're out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee."

And there she is. The gorgeous brunette that has stolen my attention. Her voice almost makes me weak in the knees. She came out of nowhere. She stands in front of me. I could reach out and touch her shoulder-length hair. Control yourself Heather!

"...I see that you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going."

The hippie leaves the bathroom and It's just me, Heather, Heather, and the other girl. What is her name? Her back is still facing me. I don't even think. I act. I grab her wrist and spin her around. I play it off as if I was trying to get the forged note. Her skin was soft and smooth. She was startled by the quick action and stared down at the floor. I examined the note. Veronica Sawyer. I almost smile. I hand the note to Duke.

"This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?" I ask for fun, longing to hear her voice again.

"Veronica- Sawyer. I crave a boon..."

Beautiful. Fuck I can't get distracted.

"What boon?"

"Let me sit at your table at lunch- just once! No talking necessary. If people think you tolerate me, they'll leave me alone-"

I almost immediately say yes. Instead I laugh at how nervous she seems. Duke and Mac join in. She turns slightly pink.

"Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes."

"How about prescriptions?"

"Shut up Heather!"

"Sorry Heather..."

It begins to annoy me that she is staring at the ground. Didn't know I was that intimidating. I (again) act before I think. I place my and under her chin and lift up her head. I almost fell weak at her eyes. They were a beautiful shade of brown. They shimmered like a beautiful golden-bronze. I could get lost in them. What are you doing? Stop! I move away from her eyes. I trail down to her lips. What do they feel like? I stop myself from licking my own lips. Distraction. I need a distraction!

"For a greasy little nobody... you do have good bone structure."

Mac cuts in. "And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important." she makes a cutting motion with her arm.

"Of course you could stand to lose a few pounds," Duke says. I snap my fingers at that. They immediately took the hint and quieted down. I then get an idea.

"So, what do you say, Sawyer?"

She tensed up. I held back a laugh.

"W- what?" she stumbled on her words. How cute.

"Join us."

And that's where it all began.