A confrontation, a bulimic break, and an introduction

Veronica felt her heart drop into her stomach. Why had she done this to Martha? Worst of all, why did THEY do this to her? Veronica contorted her face into an awkward expression trying extra hard not to have a mental breakdown. But after all, this was highschool. In order to reach the opening in the cave of darkness that led to light, you had to push someone down and use them as a stool to reach it. Martha was just one of those stools.

But it isn't right. And that's what Veronica told herself in her head over and over again.

Moving quickly, she managed to escape to Pete's fucking 'feed the world' booth.

She leaned up against the side while Pete looked all to suprised and flattered. Veronica eye groaned and turned away.

"Hey Veronica! Five keeps the neighborhood alive!"

He was happy and upbeat, Veronica could feel the dreadful energy radiating from him- wait no- he's now not giving anything off at all- right. Veronica turned around just in time to see that heather Chandler was now once again up in her face like Dixie hair spray.

The all too familiar thin but strong hand grasped the side of her arm and pulled her to a corner.

The look on her face was upset, but at the same time... In complete control.

"You wanted to be a member of the most powerful clique in school, if I wasn't the head of it, I'd want the same thing."

Veronica held her arms tight in their crossed rebellion. She flashes her eyes in a grimace before settling back into her loathing stare into heather chandlers well matched bitch ones.

"Come on veronica- you used to have a sense of humor!"

She said prissily, smiling in a slight laughter. Her work here was done so she went off to find her mindless minions for their annual bathroom interlude halfway into lunch.

~

Makeup was strewn accross the counters, heather McNamara and Heather Chandler stood in front of the mirror. During this time, the bathroom was theirs. No one dared enter the bathroom when the queen and her children were prancing around, adjusting hair and cleaning up make up.

Veronica stood toying with her short brown hair...

"Veronica.... Could u come here a minute?"

Heather Duke's timid head came around from the side of a bathroom stall. Her head was down, she didn't like this, but she felt she NEEDED this.. her eyes were weak with sickness.

Veronica sighed while rolling her eyes at her reflection.

"A true friends work is never done."

She said in mock happiness as she wigged a finger at the two Heather's.

"Gross."

They both said in perfect unison.

Heather and Veronica disappeared behind the stall as heather Chandler voice came from outside.

"Grow up Heather, bulimia is so '87."

There she was. Shoving her forefinger down heather Duke's throat. If it wasn't for heather Chandler, the snake in human form, Duke wouldn't be doing this.

It had all happened back in junior high.

Chandler had suggested Duke try this new 'method' of losing weight.

Duke tried it... She didn't like it, but Chandler would shove her head down to the toilet forcing her to purge her contents.

Now... That trend was over. But now... Heather Duke couldn't stop. No matter what heather did it was never enough for Chandler.

When she had finished, and the loud sound of the toilet flushed her many in-security's.. Veronica wiped her finger off with napkin.

"Maybe you should see a doctor heather."

Heather Duke just avoided eye contact while looking down at her feet- ashamed.

"Maybe I should."

But she said this every time. Duke's bulimia wasn't ending any time soon.

Veronica was reading for the second round.... She took out a nail file and started to file down her other finger nail.

Heather chandlers voice came cruelly from the other side of the door.

"Come on heather let's take another look at today's lunch."

~

Upon exiting the vomit smelling cubicles of the girls bathroom, the disgusting atmosphere of the caf wasn't pleasing either.

As Veronica walked in... Barly recognizing her surrounding.... Just wanting to go to sleep when she got home... Write in her diary.

There is was..

Staring right at her...

The sexy stranger in a corner...

Suddenly her empty arms were filled with the denseness of a clipboard.

Heather McNamara had taken it from cusndler and shoved it in her arms.. the stranger was the only person who hadn't been asked the poll.

"God Veronica... Drool much?"

Mcnamara chuckled lightly before whispering in Veronica's ear...

"His name's Jason Dean... He's in my American history."

With this new information. Veronica took a deep breath before walking to his table. He sat up straight with his expression the most curious.

There she was... Bold as a heather.

"Hello Jason Dean."

Wow... She didn't know she could as smooth as fuck.