Don't leave me once more ~ Heather Chandler x fem Reader

Chapter 9

TW: Alcohol, swearing, smut

((Y/n)'s pov)

Heather has been eyeing me the whole day and I don't know what it is. First she has an 'I really don't give two flying fucks' attitude, then she argues with me and glares at an innocent employee and now she looks like a kid in a candy shop. But she's not in a candy shop, but in my pantry, searching for wine... I honestly don't like Heather drinking that much, but I have no say in this. I mean we are not even friends, we act like we are, but I don't even know anymore.

"Got it!" Heather said, holding a bottle of red wine. "Come on!" Heather smiled, dragging me to my room. Her smile makes my stomach turn, not in a bad way at all. She makes my day no matter how bad it has been. Especially since my father decided that he was going to throw temper tantrums like a 4 year old.

Soon we reached my room, sitting on my bed. Luckily the sheets aren't white or my mother would've killed me. Heather's green eyes looked so bright and sparkled so bright at this moment. "Is this your first time drinking or..?" I nervously asked, Heather chuckled a little. "Oh no, I've drank alcohol before." She started, I sighed a little. "Just not with you." She said, the bright tone was gone. I gulped a little, it sounded a little hot. I'm not complaining though, but we should be careful with the amount we're going to drink.

She opened the bottle and poured a glass. "Here." She said, handing me the glass. I take the glass and watch her pour herself a glass. "Is this your first time drinking?" She asked, I don't normally drink. Only on special occasions like New years, Christmas, ThanksGiving and birthday. "Not a lot." I answered, which Heather hummed to. It didn't seem like she was happy with that answer.

I took small sips of the red drink, while Heather chugged the whole thing down. I was honestly quite impressed that one could do that, but my father told me that it was quite common. I think I'm just afraid of choking, I mean it's a good reason not to chug a drink right? "Are you not going to finish the drink?" Heather asked, I just realized I've been staring at her. "I am, but I don't do it as fast as you." I said, Heather chuckled. "So you can inhale your food, but can't chug a drink?" Heather asked with a sarcastic tone in her voice.

"First of all, I don't eat that fast at all! And I can chug a drink if I want to!" I said, I don't know what point I'm trying to make, but at least it's said. "Chug it then. I dare you." Heather said, I shouldn't have tested the water if I already knew the outcome. "Fine." I said, my face was heating up. I knew I couldn't do it, but I would be bluffing if I backed out now.

I took one final deep breath as I downed the red drink, it was so bitter, but so fucking sweet at the same time. Soon enough I felt a soft hand on the bottom of my glass. "That's it, you're almost there." Heather said, god her voice was so addicting. But I really couldn't down anymore, it was surprisingly a lot. I felt a little spill from the side of my mouth, but the glass was empty. "I'm impressed, good job." Heather said, still towering over me.

She seemed to notice the spill on my face and giggled. "You got some wine on your face, let me get it off for you." Heather said. She leaned in and licked the wine from chin and corner of my mouth. I whimper at the contact from her tongue with my face. "Aww, is someone sensitive?" Heather teased.

I could feel my face heat up again, but this time Heather took notice. "Wait. Did you like it?" Heather asked, I whined. In the hope she would take the hint to back off a little. "So you did, didn't you?" Heather teased, I covered my face with my hands. "W-would hate it if I did?" I nervously asked, Heather chuckled and leaned closer to my ear. "I wouldn't hate that at all, because I was probably going to do it again." Heather answered.