Chapter 2
All in all, Heather Duke had never really noticed Veronica Sawyer.
She was a classmate, someone in her form.
Someone in her art class.
But thanks to Ms Bailey's spontaneous seating plan change, she'd actually talked to the girl, and...
Well...
She supposed Veronica wasn't too bad.
She'd made a decent conversationalist, whilst not talking so incessantly she distracted Heather from the work at hand.
But annoyingly, she had still been distracted.
Just by something different.
At the end of the lesson, she'd offered up a 'spare pen'.
Quotations because Duke was around 98 percent sure that Veronica didn't have a spare pen.
The other girl's breast pocket on her blazer seemed to contain her entire stock of stationary, a green pen, her glue stick- even a pair of scissors for Christ's sake.
And even with all of these, whilst looking at Veronica (in a completely normal un creepy way ofc) , Duke couldn't spot more than one pen.
One pen that Veronica had leant her.
With literally no hesitation.
As she walked through the corridor to geography, Duke could almost feel the pen burning in the breast pocket of her blazer, red hot against the hand.
'Damn idiot.' She thought to herself, 'Why the hell would you just give someone else your only pen for the whole day?'
She'd thought Veronica was smart, like, she was in set 1 maths, the same damn class as her.
But SHE would never do something so monumentally stupid.
The girl walked up the winding stairs to the second floor corridor, which contained all of the humanities classroom, still kind of annoyed and confused by the randomly selfless act.
"Ah! Heather!" Mac smiled, running up to catch up with her, "Wait up! Let's go to geography together!"
Duke paused, waiting for the blonde to catch up, and adjusting her handbag from it's position on her shoulder.
"Sooo~" Mac whistled, hands against her backpack straps, "How was art?"
"Uh...It was ok, I guess." Duke hesitated momentarily before continuing, "I forgot my pen, but the girl next to me lent me hers."
"Aww, that's really nice!" Who was it?" Mac questioned, flashing her signature melt-your-face-off sunny smile.
"Veronica Sawyer." Duke said, "You know, Janis's cousin."
"Oh, yeah, I think I sit near her in English - the one with the super good handwriting, right?"
"Yep." confirmed Duke as they finally reached the classroom.
The lesson was...boring.
I mean, it was geography, so of course it was.
Honestly, Duke had only picked it cuz her friends did, and cuz it was easier than history.
The history students were gonna get carpal tunnel syndrome from all the writing they were doing, and Duke had more important shit to do than 6 page essays.
She used the pen Veronica had lent her throughout the lesson, trying to write not as much as she usually did so as not to run out the ink on Veronica's pen.
Not that she cared about Veronica.
Or her pen.
(she so did)
The rest of the day was a pleasurable blur, lacking any real substance to cling onto.
And before Duke knew it, It was form time.