I stared at my best friend, Heather Chandler's, dead body, lying on the floor face down in pure shock.
"I- I just killed my best friend!" I yell, horrified.
"And your worst enemy," JD says, staring.
"Same difference!"
JD smirks. "Well, that's one way to cure a hangover!"
"Not funny! How are we going to get away with this?! I can't go to jail! Oh, my God. I'll have to send my S.A.T. scores to San Quentin instead of Stanford."
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an explosive love-SPOLIER WARNING! A Heathers fanfiction
FanfictionWhat if Veronica had decided to go with JD? warning, this is an old, bad story that i wrote about a year ago lol DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE
