Heather had recently assumed power, after Chandler's untimely death. She was more confident than ever, and it border-lined on cocky most days.
You sat at the Heather's lunch table with McNamara and Veronica was sat next to you. You were writing in your diary as you did each day. Duke had always wanted to know what was in it, but had never been able to know before. She snuck up behind you and snatched the diary away from you. She sat down beside McNamara, and began reading it out for them to hear. Luckily, only McNamara and Veronica heard it. She laughed triumphantly and read it out, as you tried to snatch it back.
"Dear diary, I'm still head over heels for her. I see her ever single day, and yet, my heart still races when she's near me, every word she says means everything and everything she does enchants me. I can't seem to get over her for the life of me, and I wish I could. It's just not very, being hung up on a gorgeous girl like that, who'll never love me back.' Let's see who this mystery girl is! I bet it's Chandler or something." Duke smirked at you.
"Probably.." Veronica muttered, looking away.
"Just give it back! Please!" You begged Duke, trying to grab it back, "Or just don't read anymore!"
"No way, no day." She retorted. She began reading again,
"My god, I can't help it. She's got the most gorgeous, long, brunette hair and wears green most days, though recently she's converted to red more so. Everything she wears is stunning.."
"Oh.My.God!" Veronica exclaimed.
"How very!" McNamara cheered.
"You like me?" She asked, in shock.
"Yes! I told you not to read anymore!" You responded, snatching your diary away as she sat still, dumbfounded, "D-Do you hate me..?" You asked, nervously.
She stayed silent, before standing up and kissing you passionately.
"W-Woah.." You muttered out.
"Does that answer your question?" She asked sarcastically, smirking at you.
"Yes, yes it does." You replied, grinning like a child.