When a girl came to us and asked to sit at our table, we laughed.
Sure, she had forged us a hall pass.
But we couldn't trust her yet, could we?
I could see Duke standing by Chandler, her expression saying that she knew girl would ruin what we were.
When our bat shit crazy teacher left, Chandler turned to the girl and said, "This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?"
The girl was obviously nervous. "Veronica," she said. "Sawyer." Then she did something nobody dared do. "I crave a boon."
Chandler didn't flinch. "What boon?" She sounded bored, examining her nails.
Then Veronica asked to sit at our table.
We laughed, but Chandler held up a hand.
Veronica explained she can forge all kinds of things.
"What about prescriptions?" Duke asked.
"Shut up, Heather," Chandler said.
"Sorry, Heather," mumbled Duke.
I guess Veronica wasn't too bad, because Chandler decided to help her.
While she was commenting on Veronica's potential, I had no idea what to say.
"You have a very symmetrical face," I told her. It sounds dumb, but I was completely serious. "If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important."
Duke didn't look impressed with the new girl. "You could stand to lose a few pounds."
Chandler ignored us and demanded some make-up.
Within an hour, we had transformed Veronica from a shy nerd to a hot, popular girl.
Everything was fine.
Until she met Jason Dean.
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