Part 3

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|Veronica|

Dear diary,

It's been three weeks since I became friends with the Heathers. Friends isn't exactly the right word it's more like the Heathers are people I work with and our job is being popular and shit. Chandler acts pretty strange. I've caught her staring at me on several occasions. Duke is intolerable. McNamara is the little ray of sunshine everyone needs. She and Duke seem really close. Like, really close. Back to Chandler- she always has this hard exterior. Like she's trying to hide something by pushing it deep down inside and ignoring it. I've gotta talk to Martha. I missed movie night last week and I feel so guilty. The Heathers forced me to go shopping with them. I'll make it up to her. Being popular is awesome. People are too scared of you to mess with you and

"There you are Veronica. We've been looking all over for you. What the hell are you doing writing in a stairwell?" Heather Duke asked.

"What's your damage Heather?" I ask. "Heather wants to see you in the cafe ASAP," McNamara cut in. I sigh as I slip my diary into my bag. "Lead the way," I say.

We make our way to the cafe. We get there and immediately spot Chandler. She's sitting on our usual table. We walk over. "Sawyer. I have a request," she says.

"I need a forgery in Ram Sweeney's handwriting. You'll need something to write on. Duke, bend over."

Duke complains, but does so anyways. I pull out a notebook and pen.

"Hello, beautiful. I've been watching you and thinking about us in the old days. I hope you can come to my homecoming party this weekend. Miss you, Ram. Oh, put an "xo" after the signature."

I finish writing and hand the paper to Chandler.

"What's this for anyway?"

"I just found out that Ram used to hang with Martha Dumptruck."

"Well, yeah, in kindergarten. We all did."

"We all didn't kiss on the kickball field. Ram!"

Ram and Kurt walk over.

"Be a sweetheart and give this note to Martha Dumptruck for me."

"What? No!" I say without thinking.

"Since when do you talk to that lard ass?" Ram asks.

He walks away and starts unfolding it.

"Oh, don't read it! She's having an extra-heavy flow and wanted some advice from my gyno."

"Ew!" Ram and Kurt say at the same time.

Ram hands the note back to me in disgust.

"What are you doing?" Chandler asks.

"Please don't do this, okay? Not to Martha."

"What? It'll give her shower-nozzle masturbation material for weeks," Duke says.

"Shut up, Heather!"

"Sorry, Heather."

"Martha has had a thing for Ram for like 12 years now, okay? This- this would kill her."

Heather gets up. Anger and irritation in her eyes. Duke and McNamara back up a bit. Chandler walks over to me and grabs me by the collar of my blazer. "You are going to hand me that note and shut your trap," Chandler says coldly. I don't even think.

"No."

"No?"

"No. I'm not going to let you do this to Martha."

"And how will you stop me, Sawyer?

"Like this."

I rip the paper in halves then again in fours and I continue to rip it. Chandler just watches as the paper falls to the ground. I look back at her and she is staring into my soul. She raises her hand and I brace myself for the impact. It never comes. I open my eyes and she is storming out of the cafe. Duke and McNamara look astonished. No one even noticed what just happened. I can't even begin processing what had just happened. Only one thought was in my head:

Why is Heather Chandler so hot when she's mad? Mental note: remind me to kiss her ass later.

I turn around and run straight into someone.

"Oh! Uh- sorry..."

"Greetings and salutations, Veronica."

"Um... hi? Do I know you?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Who can really tell?"

"...Right. I gotta just um... I gotta get to class."

"The bell hasn't-"

And there it is.

"It has now. Bye!"

I'm sorry, but any kid wearing a trench coat to school is shady beyond shady.

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