AN: If anyone was wondering what Heather Minerva and Heather Iris look like...
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Both drawings were made by CORA on Amino!
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Everything was going to go fine. Veronica would miss one class, which might be excused if she told her teacher that she couldn't find the room it was in.
Heather Chandler would go off about how terrible Mr. Simmons was last year, and how he failed her on her final test because he hated her, and how she didn't wanna go back to his disgusting classroom.
The other Heathers would listen, and with the awkward 'yeah's and 'mhm's coming from each of them, Veronica could tell that they hated this at much as she did.
But that's okay with everyone. Because their lives could be a lot worse. It's fine, everything is-
Fluuuuush!
"The person who invented the automatic toilet is a stain on society." Veronica thought to herself.
The room went silent. Four heads turned towards the stall. Heather Chandler pushed the bathroom door. Locked. Someone was in there.
"Who's in there? Come out immediately. You're not supposed to be in here." demanded Heather, banging her fist onto the door.
Veronica had two options: come out with her hands up or wait until Heather Chandler gets someone to look under the door.
She chose the former, slowly unlocking the door and swinging it open.
"I can explain, I-"
"Do you think I care about your explanation? What I want right now is for you to give me one reason to not crucify you."
"I..." Think Veronica, think! "...I can-"
"That's Veronica Sawyer..." Heather Minerva suddenly interrupted. Veronica didn't notice until now, but she had a notebook in her hand. It was purple, as was everything else about the Heather in question, and she seemed to be reading off of it. Were there notes of every student in there or just a select few? If the former, why? If the latter... also why? A bit creepy, but it wasn't like Veronica could have said that aloud without being burned at the stake. "...friends with Martha Dump-Truck and known for her talents in forgery and extreme intelligence compared to her peers. Well, most of them, anyway."
Heather flipped her long ponytail back after her speech, a prideful smirk on her face.
"Friends with Martha Dump-Truck?" Heather McNamara giggled. "Jeez, that's like... total social suicide."
"Yes Heather," the purple one rolled her eyes. "Thank you for the contribution."
"Oh, you're welcome, Heather!"
"Actually," Heather Chandler cut between the two girls, taking another step forward towards Veronica. "That is rather interesting. You're Martha's only friend?"
"I- I guess so, but-"
"You do realize that you could do so much better than that, right?"
"What-"
"Let's say you've earned my pity."
Each girl turned towards their leader in red, all confused.
"Heather," Heather Duke whisper-shouted. "What're you doing?"
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Six is a Crowd
FanfictionVeronica is starting her senior year of high school, but who knows what she has to expect when there are five girls out to get her? In simpler terms: Heathers but there's five Heathers instead of three (and also Veronica.)
