Veronica Sawyer
Heather Chandler's POV
"Veronica Sawyer huh? She only took a bit of work to fix, she was truly amazing from her perfect figure even through those hideous rags I could tell she was beautiful, amazing hair and delicate brown eyes, blue was her color now and definitely suited her.
Veronica Sawyer truly is beautiful" I muttered to myself while I brushed my teeth
I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized what I was says "but in a totally non gay way, she's just really fucking pretty, I'm not a dyke!"
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While reading a book I find it hard to focus so I put it to my side and let my mind wander "Veronica, she's the girl who became friends with dumptruck after I left her, she was the perfect weight for her figure, ugh why did I tell "of course you could stand to lose a few pounds" and that's ironic coming from me!" I groaned reflecting on my actions from earlier
"God why'd that girl have to go and be so damn perfect!" I won't deny I'm bisexual but was I really crushing on a girl I didn't know existed before today
I'd sigh and out my book away before flopping on my bed and pulling my green blanket over me "she'd never like me anyway, I left her best friend for what I know she thinks is popularity" groaning again I rolled over sinking into my bed
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I was in the kitchen and saw a meat cleaver, I thought about earlier when I made a comment about the timid girl's semtrical face, I banged my head on the counter and groaned "ughhhhhh why the fffffff-HECK would I say that, she probably thinks I'm some psycho now" I lifted my head up muttering to myself, I felt bad I mean she flinched that the comment, her face slightly panicked..wonder why, ultimately I was just saying something
My cheeks flushed red thinking about her smile "hey body don't do this to me, red is Chan-Chan's color" I snorted at the name, she'd kill me if she found out I called her that.