It's Her Fault - |Chansaw|

Part 4

|Chandler|

Friday

"Alright. Heather, Heather... Sawyer." I make sure to emphasize Veronica's name to show I'm still mad about the stunt she pulled the other day.

"We have a party to attend tomorrow night. It will be Sawyer's first party so she will be getting drunk. I won't be getting drunk in case things get out of hand."

"I'm taking my Porsche. Does everyone have a ride to and from?"

"No..."

Just fucking great.

"Why the hell not, Sawyer?"

"I don't have a car..."

"Fine fine. I'll drive you to and from. I need an address."

Veronica wrote down her address and handed it to me. "Great. I'll pick you up at... 7. Let the parents know it's a sleepover," I said. Veronica nodded, avoiding eye contact.

"I assume you're driving Mac to and from, Duke?"

She nodded. "Well, I guess we just get our outfits and then we'll be set. Let's go."

"Wait, but we have one period left. What's the point of skipping?"

I glare at Sawyer. Sometimes, I wish she wasn't so beautiful. But my god, she looks so helpless and her body's saying, 'Hell yes.' (Wait- wrong story) And I'm doing it again. I'm staring. Stop staring, Heather. I just want to see what she'll do. Fuck. One more moment. Please make eye contact with me beautiful. Yes! She makes eye contact and turns a light shade of pink. I smirk.

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I carefully add my red lipstick. The finishing touch. "Perfect." I say to myself. I glance over to the clock on my wall. I have enough time. I'll leave early. I walk downstairs. Empty. As always. I grab my keys and I head out the door.

It's a short drive to her house. Not too far from mine. I pull up to the curb. I look at my car clock. 6:58. I wait. I start playing with my hair and before I know it, the clock says 7:00. I smile. I push hard on my car horn to let her know I'm waiting. Not a moment sooner do I see her walk out of her door. And boy does she looks gorgeous as ever. Her hair is curled and still hangs to her shoulders. Her make-up is done perfectly. I can't help but stare at her in that outfit. It's her usual blazer matched with a black skirt that went to her middle thighs. She had a nice white undershirt that was kinda see-through.

I should stop staring. Scratch that. She got in quickly and settled down. You can stop staring now. I continued staring. She went to buckle her seat belt and saw I was staring. "Heather?" she asked. "I wasn't staring. I uh saw a... bird," I say. Nice save dumb-ass. "Uh... okay?" Veronica says. I start driving.

Why did I choose such sexy AND revealing outfits for the party? What the hell was I thinking? That's right. I wasn't. She looks even more beautiful than I imagined. It's getting harder and harder to hide my sexuality every fucking day I spend with Veronica. Whatever. I'll deal with that tomorrow. For now, focus on the party.

We pull onto the curbside of Ram Sweeney's house. I quickly checked my make-up and was about to get out when Veronica asks, "Is that Duke and McNamara?!" I look and see Duke's jeep in front of us. They're in a full on make-out session. "Holy shit it is. Heh, watch this," I say. I start slamming my hand on the horn. I startled them so much that Mac bit Duke's lip. They turned to see us. I flipped them off and Veronica just laughed.

"When did they start dating?" Veronica asks, surprised.

"About a month ago."

"I mean I knew they were suspiciously close, but I never expected this!"