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A/N: This is the first full on smut I've ever written, though I'm actually pretty proud of it. Here are some things to know:

** = POV switch

——— = Time skip

Enjoy!

Parties. Heather Chandler hated parties. You could say, "What? Heather Chandler not liking parties? Crazy!" Not as crazy as you would think. She felt obligated to go. Forced. She knows she shouldn't feel that way, but she does. Being the most popular girl in school is pressuring. Be the prettiest, know the gossip, have no mercy. Forced to hide your true self, and even change yourself, just so you can have a good public image.

Going to parties was a burden. She was supposed to grace they with her presence but just stepping foot into their house. Drink alcohol, play games, get hit on, get violated. All the fun stuff. Heather Chandler hated parties.

Veronica Sawyer made them bearable. Although they had to hide their relationship, Heather and Veronica were pretty happy. Sure, Heather wanted to be able to claim Veronica, let everyone know that they couldn't have Veronica, because Veronica was Heather's, and Heather was Veronica's. Veronica Sawyer made parties bearable.

They had been trying to act like everything was normal, because it sure as hell wasn't. They had to act normal around the boys, because the sudden lack of one night stands Heather was having would be suspicious. They would let the boys flirt with them. They would maybe even flirt back a little bit. It was repulsive, sure, but at least Heather didn't have to sleep with them. There was only one big problem with boys flirting with Veronica: Heather was a very jealous person.

You wouldn't think she would be, because before Veronica, Heather 'slept around.' Heather was never in a committed relationship. She was never in a committed relationship until Veronica. So Heather actually didn't know she was the jealous type, until she realized the sheer amount of boys that even talked to Veronica during parties. Heather couldn't blame them really. I mean, look at Veronica. She was amazing. Pretty, smart, and yes, she did have a good body. That's all the boys really care about at this point. Good bodies.

Todays party was no different. Boys were still walking up to Veronica and hitting on her, and Veronica was politely rejecting them. Heather admired that about her. She didn't just push them off her and yell at them, she kindly said no. She of course had every right to push them off and yell at them if they get a little bit too friendly.

"Come ooooon 'Rrrronicaaaaaa..." Ram slurred. God, he was so wasted. Heather and Veronica were leaning against the wall, minding their own business, while Kurt and Ram continued to pester them.

"Heeeaaatherrr..." Kurt mumbled, while grabbing her arm, "Come oooon...you were never like this befooooreeee...I need relief!" Kurts words slurred together, as his hand that was not grabbing Heather's arm moved down lower.

"Why are you guys being so horny today," Heather asked, rolling her eyes, "We aren't even wearing anything special. While Heather looked extremely disinterested, Veronica looked uncomfortable, not knowing what to do. They had never gotten this bad before.

"We haven't gotten anything from you g-guys in weeeeekkksssssss!" Ram was clinging on to a very scared Veronica, his hand moving down. He wasn't groping her, but Heather wouldn't put it past him to do so.

"Ram, could you please n-not," Veronica said, trying to look confident as she tried to wiggle out of Ram's grasp, and Heather immediately noticed. Ram was now hugging Veronica from the side, his hand slowly making its way down to her ass to squeeze it.

"Cmmoooonnnn babyyyy...I know you w-want meeee!" Ram whispered in Veronica's ear as his hand finally got to where it was aiming. Heather's vision turned red and her hands clenched into fists. Her girlfriend tensed up completely, looking lost in what to do as Ram continued to squeeze her rear. What Heather did not expect was for Ram to slip his under Veronica's skirt, and start to excessively rub. No.