Heathers & Mean Girls X Fem!Reader Oneshots (Discontinued)

I Love You [Chandler] Part 3

Y/N: Your name

F/F: Favorite food

Warnings: Swearing (I think), murder, suicide, Angry Yandere Channy

[Y/N's POV:]

"Today's your last day in jail, are you excited?" my therapist, Anne asked. She was about the same age as me. "I guess," I said sadly. She took notice of my tone and looked worried. "Why don't you wanna leave?" she wondered. "It's just... I feel safe because of all the guards. Even if my ex died," I explained. I sat there with my head hanging. "Well, how about this? You can stay at my place until you get a new house and you feel safe enough," the girl in front of me smiled. I thanked her but ultimately declined her offer. I didn't want to be a burden. She soon convinced me to accept.

We stayed and talked for a few more hours before I walked out. I was immediately swarmed by paparazzi from all sides. "How does it feel to get out of prison?" "Is it true you killed Heather Chandler?" "Why did you kill her?" My chest tightened and I couldn't breathe. I clutched my chest and tried taking deep breaths to calm down. "Y/N? Y/N! Are you okay? Step back!" I heard someone say while pushing away people. I looked up to see a familiar face. "Anne?" I asked, fading in and out of consciousness.

[Chandler's POV:]

I was drinking my coffee at a small café when I saw a mob of paparazzi asking questions. "How does it feel to get out of prison?" "Is it true you killed Heather Chandler?" "Why did you kill her?" I perked up at the mention of my old name. Old name. I go by Jessica Keenan Wynn now. I had to change my name or else people would catch on and find me. Life without Y/N was lonely, but I couldn't just bust her out of jail. People would go and try catching her and find that I kidnapped her. But now she's here. Alive, but not without a few cuts and bruises. I'm gonna fucking kill whoever hurt her.

I continued thinking to myself when I heard someone call Y/N's name. "Y/N? Y/N! Are you okay? Step back!" a voice said. As the person was pushing people away, I saw Y/N stumbling as if she was gonna fall. I sat up and ran to Y/N. I slapped myself mentally at how weird I looked. A hot, sexy, random girl, helping a convict who was unconscious. I reached Y/N and I felt eyes on me. I put on a fake British accent and cleared my throat. (I can't write accents so pretend like Channy has an accent) "Can you guys leave her alone?" I asked while holding Y/N.

They parted when I gave them my signature glare. I picked Y/N up and helped her walk inside. I laid her on a couch in the lobby and asked "Are you okay?" Y/N took a couple of deep breaths and smiled weakly at me. "Thank you, uh-" "Jessica, Jessica Keenan Wynn." "Thank you, Jessica." I saw someone enter the building. Y/N tried sitting up but I gently pushed her back down. "You need rest," I sternly said. The girl who just entered walked to us. She took me to a different room. "Thank you for taking care of Y/N. She doesn't like big crowds." I only nodded and smiled at her.

"Why were they asking her about being in jail?" I asked innocently. The girl's eyes widened. "You've never heard of her?" she asked. "I'm new here. I just moved to America," I pretended. "Ah, well, she was arrested because of murder. Although I don't think it was fair. Her wife forced her to marry her and she raped her. It gives me shivers thinking about it," she confessed. So Y/N told the police what I had done. Once we go home she's gonna have a punishment. "And this Heather Chandler girl is?" "Her wife, ex-wife actually." I nodded again and looked at the girl on the couch. "Where's she gonna stay?" I asked after a moment of silence. "She's gonna stay at my place for now, until she gets a stable job and a new house. I'm Anne by the way, Y/N's therapist," Anne held her hand out for me to shake. I shook her hand with a fake smile plastered on my face. Remind me to save a bullet for her later. "I'm Jessica."