Easy to Hate || Chanduke

Chapter One

ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ
ɪᴛ's sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ sʜᴀᴍᴇ
ɪ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ
ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ's ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ

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"Heather, you're so cute," Chandler said in Duke's ear, causing Duke to shiver and stare at Chandler. She wished she could've told her younger self not to date Heather Chandler despite the fact she was so desperate. She wished she could've told her younger self that Heather Chandler was really that dangerous, she was unstoppable. She got what she wanted.

"Heather, c'mon, ah, people are gonna see us together and—!" Duke was stumbling on her words as Chandler started to kiss down her neck. "Please stop, Heather! Heather!"

Chandler didn't stop, though, continuing her relentless kisses and bites down Duke's body. Duke felt like throwing up, barely reacting to what Chandler was doing, instead staring elsewhere. They were in the bathroom, skipping class. If anyone walked in and saw them, their reputations were doomed. Duke only really cared because she knew Chandler was using her. She knew this love wasn't real. She knew as soon as Chandler had had her fun, she'd leave Duke behind and go find someone else to toy with. It made Duke sick, just as sick as she felt remembering what they were doing.

Sick, wrong, evil... Chandler was evil. Duke wanted to cry and talk to her friends, she wanted to tell Veronica and McNamara all about the things Chandler said and did when they were alone. Harsh words slipping out without apologies tied to them, only to be remembered when Chandler was telling Duke how adorable she was, how adorable fear looked like on her. It was like Chandler expected the harsh words and things she did to be washed away in a sea of sudden love as soon as she told Duke how she "loved" her.

This. Isn't. Love.

Duke did not love Chandler. Duke couldn't love Chandler. She felt as if she could when Chandler would all of a sudden hug Duke from behind and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, but she forgot all about that love as soon as she remembered when she would sometimes arrive back at home to see Chandler in her house, unannounced, an upset look on her face.

"Heather, uh, stop! Stop! We're in public! If anyone sees us it'll get to Kurt and Ram and then it'll spread like wildfire!" Duke tried to push Chandler off of her, but it was to no avail.

"Heather, let me tell you something: I don't give two shits. I love you. I don't care if someone sees us, I've been wanting, needing to kiss you all day," Chandler said, kissing Duke right afterwards. Duke squirmed against the wall, looking over to the stalls with her open eyes.

Anyone that walks in will be able to see this. Anyone.

Duke finally got Chandler off of her, and Chandler gave her an angry, stern look after being pushed off of her girlfriend. Fuck. She's gonna kill me later for that. Duke shook the words out of her head and looked at Chandler seriously, "Heather, I don't feel like doing this. It's always on and off with you. You love me one moment and wanna beat the shit out of me the next. It's disgusting. We need to break up. We need to—"

Chandler slapped Duke across the face. "We're not going to break up."

Duke touched the cheek where Chandler slapped her, her eyes, instead of being wide, accepting it. She was too used to it to care at this point.

And that... that is not good.

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ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 577.
ɴᴏᴛᴇs: I don't endorse abuse. I may like Chanduke, but I know, in canon, it would be abusive (this is why I like it in an AU where Duke just wants to impress Chandler and Chandler thinks it's cute). None of Chandler's actions in this fic are okay.