TW // Violence, Death
Veronica Sawyer had gone nuts. She had roped her boyfriend, J.D., into killing three of the most popular students in school, and was victimizing it to the extreme. Now, here they stood, in the boiler room with a bomb about to go off.
"How could you, J.D.?" she asked, tears filling her eyes. Her eyes which were wide, but not with grief, sadness, or even regret. No, they were wide with glee.
"Veronica, wake up! Wake up and see what you've done!" he yelled, backing up from her gun. She laughed and ran, dropping the gun on the ground. He looked between the gun and the bomb. He could only carry one or the other, the bomb was so big. He made his choice, picking up the bomb and sprinting.
He eventually made his way into the front lawn, where Veronica was waiting. "Pretend that I did blow up the school," he yelled, catching her attention. "All the schools. Now that you're going to jail, what are going to do with your life?"
The clock was nearing zero, his demise ticking closer. She pulled out a cigarette. She had burned herself with it in the car. He had to smack it out of her hand. "Perfecto."
The final tick echoed for miles it seemed. A loud whoosh and a rush of heat, then cold, then... nothing.
Years later, stories of a psycho named J.D. and his poor girlfriend, Veronica. Each time, two ghosts shook their heads, wishing they knew the true story. One in a trench coat and one with a red scrunchie, victims of Veronica Sawyer.
(Word Count: 267)
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Heathers Requests/One Shots
FanfictionJust what the title says! I take requests by comments or PMs, and until I get requests, I'll write my own one-shots. Not beta-read at all Most Impressive Rankings: #1 in Slushies, #5 in Heathers Movie, #1 in Heather Chandler
