Sarah Walker was the key to all of this, the person to sway if Veronica wanted any hope of reaching the sweeping stardom she'd dreamed of. While it disgusted the chubby actress to place any hope in bimbos like her, that was the only route available. While Veronica could try to sabotage Miranda in some fashion, it was a risk she'd rather not take. At the moment, nothing was popping into her mind that said subtle: if something were to happen to Marissa (nothing lethal, of course...which wouldn't be necessary to emphasize if this hadn't been show-biz) and someone were to immediately start clambering for her role, it'd turn some heads. Thus, trying to cut off the dragon at the head seemed to be the proper idea. Plopping the bonbon into her mouth, the porky diva began plotting.
Okay, so first and foremost, Ms. Walker was huge, and for good reason. Veronica'd been a freshman when the English teacher first started her tenure at Buttercombe: while she started out chubby at first, it was obvious all the great food around her 24/7 easily found its way into her mouth. And from the few times she'd been unlucky enough to get cursed with her presence, Veronica could see Ms. Walker's sister Jennifer was an absolute pig, so much so she was probably one of the largest people on-campus, Since the English teacher/director loved to hang out with her even greedier younger sibling, combined with all the junk she got on her own, it wasn't hard to see how Sarah busted out of all her clothes.
Chancing upon some truly savage displays of gluttony on Ms. Walker's part every once in a while, Veronica knew she needed to take advantage of this. For the past two weeks, she practically made it a ritual every afternoon before rehearsal to load up some brownie mix into the sheets, pop those suckers into the oven, and bring it over to the lardass the moment she entered the auditorium. Every time, the idiot was always so eager for dessert (and from the vague tautness of her belly some days, probably just after some huge meals at that), she practically cooed when she saw them, moaned when she took a bite, praised the aspiring actress to the high heavens. With all this, Veronica'd been absolutely certain that the gluttony Ms. Walker possessed would make her powerless to resist the urge of currying more favor with her, if only to get more of those brownies delivered right to her lap nearly every day.
The fact Ms. Walker was able to overcome said temptations, though, showed she had a stronger will than most other members of the Buttercombe faculty. While she may have been all smiles nowadays compared to the grumpy demeanor she had during the first year, she'd been able to prove Veronica's confidence in her manipulations wrong. While this did upset the actress, it only meant one avenue had been blocked off. No matter how much iron was hidden under all that flab, the diva was certain this egg could be cracked.
Veronica steam-rolled through the rest of the bonbons during her trains of thought and opened another box, ignoring the uncomfortable gurgles of her tummy at having been tasked with digesting so much at once. She needed the brain food; the energy being spent on coming up with a way to secure her future made it easy to ignore how little nutrients were actually passing down her esophagus.
In the meantime, though, it was time to really look at this situation from all angles. The brownies hadn't been enough, obviously, but the reason that was the case was harder to figure out. Was it just the pastry itself? Were cookies or cake viable? No, no, that wouldn't make any difference. Out of all the desserts Ms. Walker ate, both alone and with Jennifer, brownies tended to be the most common, so it was obvious she had a soft spot for them. After all, that was the whole reason Veroncia had even chosen them in the first place.
Maybe they just don't taste that good? the diva thought to herself. The brownies I've made so far...they're not as mouth-watering as the types you can just get from the bakeries and all that, but I thought someone like Ms. Walker just ate them for the hell of it. Does she actually have a more discerning palate than I thought?
Really...that had to be it. The brownies Veronica made were just too average. Compared to the other junk Ms. Walker ate on a daily basis, it had to be that the amateur baking skills she'd only just taken up couldn't stack up...Which absolutely terrified her. The whole method of flattery she'd been using to get into that stupid bitch's good graces were forfeit! Veronica wanted to hit herself for being so short-sighted. There was no way those brownies would be irresistible, not when there were way better alternatives practically littered around campus!
Calming herself down, Veronica threw the empty bonbon box off to the side, letting out a soft burp. She placed a hand on her stuffed midsection, habitually giving it some rubs in order to speed along the digestion process. Looking down at it, Veronica grimaced. She'd definitely overdone her little "snack" this time, something she said she'd promised herself would never happen, no matter how stressed out she got. After last time, at least. But now it looked as though that was as much a fair-weather resolution as all the others.
Back to the more pressing matter, what was she to do? She wasn't a great baker, more just passable. And she knew now that the casting decisions had been made, it'd take something mighty fierce in order to get Ms. Walker of all people to change her mind, something Veronica was convinced had to involve that fat stomach of hers. But there was a time limit: the rehearsals were going to start by next week, so if any solution were to be put into action, it had to be done fast.
Suddenly, another light bulb went off in the black-haired beauty's head, causing her to nearly bolt up in realization. As if by some miracle, a totally easy course of action presented itself before her. Why was she overthinking this? The only intensive thinking she needed to do was figure out just how best to brag to that talentless hack who stole her role when this was all over! In the meantime, she could always...
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