Yours truly, Veronica || ChanSaw♡

♡Chapter Five♡

❤Heather Chandler❤

When me and Veronica arrived at school, she immediately ran inside. Wierdo.

I quickly followed after her, but after she took a turn somewhere I lost her. Damnit. What's her problem? I thought.

I decided to pay no mind to it and just head to my locker. Not much to my surprise, Heather McNamara and Heather Duke were waiting for me. There was something on my locker, I noticed, as I walked up to it.

It looked like another love letter. Perhaps it's from the same person who sent the previous one. There's no point in reading it, as I am not attracted to men, but I will open it anyways to be 'polite' or whatever.

I open the letter, which I noticed was in a light pink envelope with a heart sticker on it, and began to read the note.

"Dear Heather,
You are my world, my everything. My sunshine on a rainy day, my rainbow in a gloomy sky. You make me smile so stupidly every time I see you pass me by, and it hurts that you still aren't mine.

As promised in my first letter, I will give you one hint as to who I am. I have brown eyes.

That is all for now, please have a wonderful day❤

Yours truly,
Secret Admirer"

This letter was sweet, but I had no interest in the man that sent it, so I tucked it away in the red depths of my locker, most likely never to be seen again.

Though, one part of that letter made me wonder. Brown eyes.. That could be any skeez here! I thought as I began walking to the bathroom. What, did you think I was gonna go to class? HA! That is the funniest shit I've heard all year.

I began walking to the bathroom, the other Heathers patiently following behind me. When we got there, Veronica was already looking at herself in the mirror as she touched up on her makeup.

She looked really fucking pretty.. You stupid bitch, snap out of it! Your gay is showing cut it out! I fought with myself.

"Oh, hey guys!" Veronica said enthusiastically as she noticed we were in there with her.

I waved a bit and walked to stand next to her. I began to fix my makeup as well. I could see Veronica out of the corner of my eye. She was beautiful.

Stop it you gay bitch! Don't go soft just because of some dumb nerd that just-so-happens to be a somebody now!
I mentally scolded myself.

"Heatheeeeeer!!! Earth to Heather Chandler!" Veronica yelled waving a hand in front of my face, seemingly trying to get my attention.

"WHAT." I asked angrily, trying to act as pissed as possible. Veronica backed away shyly, before pointing to Duke. "Heather asked if we were going shopping later today." She said quietly, probably still a bit scared from me yelling.

"Yes, is that even a real question? Get your head out of your ass Heather, are you really that stupid?" I insulted Duke.

Out of all of the heathers I disliked her the most, I never really knew why. Sure, I felt bad for hurting her all of the time, but I had to. She may be my friend, but my reputation depended on it. If I didn't keep her in her place, she would take my spot as the ruler of Westerberg High. I could never let that happen.

"Sorry Heather.." Duke whispered. I nodded. After a while longer of talking and playing on our phones, we left the bathroom and ditched the rest of school to shop at the mall.

When we got there, we split up. McNamara went with Duke, and I dragged Veronica to a store called 'Forever 21' to get her some new clothes. (Obviously all in blue)

After a while if me dragging her around the store and picking out outfits for her, I brought her to the changing room.

She hesitantly went into one of the changing stalls, and I followed her in. "W-why are you coming in with me!?" She asked in a panicked manner.

"So I can see how they look on you, obviously?" I replied with an attitude. Thout to be honest, I was blushing just thinking about how close we were in the cramped stall.

"Well, at least turn around!!" Veronica commented as she grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face the wall. I felt a light blush creek up my neck at the sudden contact, but it went away when she let go.

After a few minutes of her trying on stuff (and looking absolutely GORGEOUS), we settled on like twelve outfits and walked out of the changing room.

I purchased the clothes, much to Veronica's protest, and we went to the food court to meet up with the other Heathers.