Yours truly, Veronica || ChanSaw♡

♡Chapter four♡

💙Veronica Sawyer💙

I woke up with an icky headache. God Veronica, that's what you get for drinking so much last night. I tried to move a bit in my bed, but I felt something preventing me from doing so.

I opened my eyes to be met with the color red. A lot of different shades of red.

I realized something.. I wasn't in my bed, or my room, or even my house. All of the memories from the previous night came flooding back to me. I was in Heather Chandler's house, and her arms were wrapped around me like she was going to loose me at any second.

My face turned every shade of red in the room. Holy shit. My crush was literally cuddling me.

I felt her shift beneath me, and she quickly opened her eyes realizing that her arms were wrapped around my torso tightly. She shot up.

"What the hell are you looking at!?" She questioned angrily, trying to act as if she wasn't cuddling me to death mere seconds ago.

"You, obviously. You have a pretty tight grip Heather." I replied snarkily. She scowled and threw a pillow at my face. "Bitch!" I yelled, throwing it back at her.

I saw Chandler smirk, grabbing the pillow and hitting me with it multiple times. She started laughing. Not her usual mean snicker, but a real, genuine laugh. It warmed my heart.

Suddenly, I was tackled by her, and she was on top of me laughing in what felt like a millisecond.

She stopped laughing and looked deep into my eyes. My face flushed at how close we were. Her face turned a bit red too, but that was probably just because of how hot it was in the room.

Her eyes widened when she realized how close we were, and she immediately hopped off of me. "Well.. Um.. We should start getting ready for school." She suggested, turning away from me. I could see blush creeping up her neck. Was she really blushing?

Most likely not.

Chandler walked into her large closet and pulled out a blue cardigan, some black ripped skinny jeans, a light grey T-shirt, and some blue platform heels.

"I have some clothes for all of the heathers in my closet for when they stay the night. Here, take these and change." Chandler said, throwing the clothes at my head. Luckily I caught them before they could hit me.

I walked into her bathroom and changed into the clothes. Surprisingly, they fit well.

I walked out in the outfit, and Chandler looked at me in awe. Her face turned a light shade of pink, and she muttered "That looks good on you."

My face flushed a but, and I replied with
"Thanks Heather!"

She nodded and went into her bathroom to change as well. When she came out of the bathroom, she looked stunning. I mean, she always looked stunning but that's not the point.

She was wearing white ripped skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a red faux fur coat. She looked GORGEOUS.

She noticed me staring. Fuck. "Like what you see, Sawyer?" She teased, twirling around so I could get a good look at the rest of her outfit.

"I-i um.. W-well.. You.. I.." I stammered, unable to form a proper sentence due to the heat rushing to my face.

"I'll take that as a yes." She said, walking over to her bedroom door. "Cmon, let's go before we're late to meet up with Heather and Heather at our lockers." She said, walking out of the door.

I nodded and hurriedly followed behind her.

Once we got outside and into Chandler's car, we began our drive to school.