"Grow up Heather, bulimia is sooooo '87,"
"Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather..."
"Yeah Heather, maybe I shou-"
"Heather! And Heather! And... Heather" Mrs. Fleming screeched, coming up behind the three suspiciously color coded girls. "You're all late."
"Heather wasn't feeling well. We're helping her," A red-clad girl in a miniskirt and stockings stated with a cocky smirk.
A girl dressed head to toe in the most horrifying blue outfit ever seen by the likes of the Heathers stepped forward. "Actually, Mrs. Fleming, we're all out on a hall pass."
And that, is how an underdog named Veronica Sawyer met the Heathers. If she joined their clique on a deal pertaining to forged notes, well, that was no one's business really. And if the deal might've also concerned a certain blue-clad female bending over a sink for a Heather or two, it really was no one's business.
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I need to get a chapter out before writing actual smut. Blaming this on the 'tism. Stay homosexual!
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Heather, Heather, Heather, and Someone
RomantiekThere are the Heathers, rulers of the school, mythic bitches, and they're also... sexy as fuck. So what happens when a girl becomes the newest member of their clique and is enticed by what she sees? Chansaw and Veronica x the Heathers smut basically.
