Tripping on Trooms {yandere heathers x gn(ish)!reader)

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Tripping on Trooms!

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     A grin tugged at your lips as the conversation was going smoothly with Veronica and Martha. "Are you both on for movie night tonight?" She asked cheerfully. You nodded. "Yeah. You're on jiffy pop detail." Veronica nodded.

     "Good! I rented the Princess Briiiide!" She said dreamily. Veronica chuckled. "Again?" Martha only shrugged with a sheepish smile on her face. "What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending."

    Someone loudly gasped. And then a bunch of shuffling to the front of the lunch room, could be heard. Martha groaned. "Must be the Heathers." You nodded. "I don't really get why they're so popular." You stated.

     Veronica only stared at them dreamily as they entered. Getting an entire table to themselves! Must be wonderful. "Veronica?" She could see it now. Her, Martha, and You, as Heathers! Never bothered. Perfect in everyway.

    "Hey, Veronica!" You lightly tapped her on her arm. Snapping her out of her little day dream. "U-uh yeah?" You rose an eyebrow at her. "You were drooling at the Heathers again. You need to snap out of it." She nodded quickly and looked down at her feet as her heart pounded in her chest.

     RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

     As soon as the bell had rung, everyone was out of there in a flash. You giggled a little and cleaned up after your mess. "Uh. See y'all later. I need to use the restroom!" You said and rushed off to said room. 

    Veronica's eyes diatlated a little as she saw both you, and Martha walking away from her. "I-I-I'll go with you!" She said and rushed over to you. You smiled a little at her, and then entered the restroom. 

    "BLeUgH!" Vomiting could be heard from one stall as two Heathers stood outside of the stalls. McNamara, and Chandler. You honestly didn't think your day could get worse, as you were sexually harrassed by Kurt and Ram's. Now this?

     "Grow up Heather. Bulimia is sooo '87." She stated while applying some fresh lipstick. Your eyes widened and you dashed into a stall. Veronica doing in the same. She wished she had gone with you into your stall. But she could dealing being in the one next to yours.

     "H-Heather.. I need a mint...!" The one throwing up said. The one in yellow rolled her eyes. "What you need Heather, is to see a doctor!" Footsteps walked in. "Ah. Heather, and Heather." "ACk!" "And Heather." She rolled her eyes.

     The teacher looked down at her clipboard and adjusted her glasses. "In case you couldn't hear the bell over all the vomiting. You're late for class." Heather Chandler but on her best pitiful face. "Heather wasn't feeling well. We're helping her." 

    The teacher chuckled a little. You heard pencil or pen, hit paper. And you immidiately knew that Veronica was writing a hall pass. (Hopefully with your name on it as well! You couldn't be in detention one more time, or your mom would woop you into next week!)

    "Not without a hall pass you're not." She snapped. "A week's detention!" A bunch of protests erupted from the sexual teens. But then you and Veronica emerged from your stall. "Uh.. actually Ms. Fleming, all five of us are out on a Hallpass."

    Ms. Fleming rose an eyebrow. Questioning if what she was saying was true. "Yearbook committee." The Heathers mouths were wide open in shock. Looking between you and Veronica in shock.

    "I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going!" She barked. When she left the bathroom, seemingly disappointed, Heather Chandler rushed over to you, who Ms. Fleming had handed the hall pass to and snatched it out of your hands.

     You jerked a little in shock. "This is an excellent forgery... who are you two?" Veronica looked at the ground. While you looked up at the rather tall girl. 'Heather Chandler does have some pretty eyes...' You thought.

    Veronica shook herself out of it. Once she recieved a harsh slap on her shoulder. "U-uh Veronica! Sawyer... I crave a boon." She said while offering her hand for Heather to shake. But she never did.

    Heather only raised an eyebrow at her. "What boon?" Then not even giving her a chance to reply, she moved on to you. "Well, What's your name?" She asked with a hand on her hip, the note still in her hand.

    Your eyes widened. You didn't think she was going to ask for your name! (Since you didn't do anything to help.) "Y/n. L/n." You stated. Acting like you weren't afraid. While on the inside, you were shaking in your boots.

    Heather Chandler smirked as she looked you up and down. Then she gave a slight hum of affirmation. She looked back to the other Heathers and nodded her head towards you. They looked at you and smiled. "Have we met before?" They asked.

    You shook your head. "I don't think so." Heather Duke stalked her way over to you. "Really? This school prioritizes beauty, and yet... You still went unnoticed?" Your eyes widened as she lightly tapped your shoulder. 

     The only response you could muster was a shrug of the shoulders. "Um. I'm sorry, I guess?" You asked questioningly. Still not quite understanding. "Let us sit at your table! Just once! No talking necessary. If people see that you guys tolerate us. They'll leave us alone."

      Heather Chandler looked to both you and Veronica multiple times, then laughed. She then proceeded to  walk her merry way over to you, and snatched you from Veronica's reach. "I'm fine with her." They all started laughing.

     Your eyes widened. "Hey! I do report cards, absence notes, and permission slips!" They stopped and hesitated. Clearly intrigued by the offer. Heather Chandler looked at her in curiosity as she let go of you and walked towards her. 

     "How about prescriptions?" Heather Duke asked. "Shut up Heather!" Chandler shouted. "Sorry Heather..." You sweat dropped.

"Hmmm..."