What Are You, A Dyke?

Sorry doesn't fix it

Jesus this was weird to write. I had like 0 motivation but I wanted to post so, here you are. It is literally 2:40 AM right now and I have school at 8:00. I am so fucked. I didn't do my homework either so oops? I dunno. I might just play hookey tomorrow I am really not feeling like school. Also, the art at the top is mine, just thought I would show it lol. I'm still learning to draw so please don't bash me 😅. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter, and have a nice day!

Heather and Veronica walked down the hall, the murmurs from the students getting worse by the second.

"I thought they hated her!"

"Why's she walking with Heather #1?"

"Kurt! Veronica isn't off limits anymore!" Veronica rolled her eyes at the two, ignoring them, though Heather seemed to have other ideas.

**

"Kurt! Veronica isn't off limits anymore!" Heather spun on her heel, turning to glare at the two boys.

"Shut the hell up Ram. She is off limits," Heather could see the surprise on Veronica's face as she continued, "Veronica is back in our group, and this time, you walking penis's don't get to try and get in her pants. I'm so fucking done with your attitudes. Maybe start thinking with your brains instead of your dicks." Heather rolled her eyes, before turning to walk away, leaving a stunned Veronica, Kurt, and Ram.

"Holy shit dude," Kurt laughed, "Heather's so hot!" Veronica scoffed at the two before walking after Heather. She couldn't disagree though. Heather looked amazing.

"Hey uh," Veronica started, "Thanks for that." Heather chuckled in mockery.

"Oh be quiet, now that your back in, I've decided you don't have to sleep with every single guy, especially idiots like them who only think about one thing." Heather snickered, not even turning to look at Heather. Veronica didn't get it. Why the ever-living fuck was Heather doing this. Heather should be screaming 'dyke' at the top of her lungs. Veronica needed answers.

"Come on," Veronica said, grabbing Heather by the arm and pulling her towards the girl's bathroom. Heather started to pull her arm away, but Veronica's grip was too strong. She was yanked into the bathroom, Veronica thankful that it was empty.

"What the hell Veronica!" Heather glared down at the brunette, looking confused.

"We're skipping," Veronica said, "I need to talk to you."

**

Veronica had pulled Heather into the girl's bathroom, confusing all hell out of Heather. Where had that come from?

"What the hell Veronica!"

"We're skipping," Veronica said, "I need to talk to you." Heather rolled her eyes and tapped her foot.

"Well, what do you have to say?" Heather stared at her nails, trying as hard as possible to look as disinterested as possible, before Veronica yanked Heather's hand down, forcing her to look at her. This bitch-

"Pay the attention to me!" Veronica looked genuinely mad. Oh shit. Heather hadn't seen her this mad since last Friday night.

"Jesus ok!" Heather put her hands up in surrender, "What do you want?" Veronica took in a deep breath, before starting.

"You're so fucking confusing," Veronica continued, "Like what the actual fuck Heather? You comforted me after screaming at JD about how he didn't fucking own me! You fucking held me! You let me cry on your goddamn shoulder. Then, after I analyzed all the fucking signs, you screamed dyke at me." Veronica was seething, Heather was taken aback by Veronica's anger. It seemed as though all her emotions were flowing out at once, as she raised her voice with each word.