What Are You, A Dyke?

Kill Me!?

A/N: A couple things before we jump into this:

——— = Time skip

/// = smut. There will be one at the beginning of the smut, and one at the end.

There will be slurs, homophobia, etc (usage of the word dyke, being bullied for being gay, the usual shit)

By the way, this is the first fic I've written in a LONG time. Please be patient with updates, as I'm in school and I have a life. Anyway, thats all! You can read it now!

Veronica had seen a lot of things in her life, but Heather Chandler choking was not one of them.

The usually composed and put together girl was stumbling around her bedroom, holding her throat. Veronica stood still in shock as the strawberry blonde dropped the mug Veronica and JD had given her, bringing a loud smash throughout the room.

Heather continued stumbling toward Veronica, grabbing both of her arms.

"Corn...Nuts!" Heather choked out before dropping dead into Veronica's arms.

"Oh my god I just killed my best friend!" Veronica shrieked.

"And your worst enemy" Smirked JD.

"Same difference!" She spat back as a million thoughts went through her head. She let go of the lifeless girl and paced around the room. What had just happened? Had she killed Heather Chandler? Was Heather really dead? Was she going to have to send her SAT scores to St. Quinton instead of Stanford?

"What are we gonna do!" She yelled, "Heather Chandler is dead! I killed her!"

"Well technically you didn't kill her. The drain cleaner did."

"JD this is serious! What will the cops say?"

"Right...well uh..." He looked around her room frantically searching for something, anything, that could save Veronica. This was bad.

JD finally settled on a piece of paper in Heather's drawer, and grabbed a pen. He handed both to Veronica.

"What if...Chandler killed herself?" He said, staring at Veronica, awaiting her response.

"JD..." She said hesitantly.

"C'mon Veronica its our only way out. Just forge the note and this can all be over!" He sighed, looking bored, despite the fact that the corpse of Westerburg High's Queen was lying in front of him.

She hesitated, looking at him with doubtful eyes before clicking the pen and starting to write.

"Dear World..." She started.

———

"There you go. Fully forged suicide note for Heather Chandler. Is that what you wanted?" Veronica sighed.

The body of Heather was still lying on the floor, not moving. Despite this, Veronica couldn't help but ask: Was she really dead?

"Look Veronica, this isn't the best situation, I apologize, but thats life for you." He grumbled, having listened to Veronica's hesitation for far to long to care anymore.

"I know, but I just-" She was cut off by a deep groan.

"Oh my god! My head hurts like hell!" The voice said. You'd think it was JD, but JD's voice was deeper. JD's voice was rougher. JD's voice wasn't Heather Chandler.

"Heather!?" Veronica whipped her head around to find the girl in question groaning on the floor, starting it sit up, putting a hand to her head in pain.

"My mouth tastes like ass!" She groaned. Oh. My. God.

"Heather I thought you were dead, oh my god!" Veronica rushed over to Heather, helping her get up off the ground.