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

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Tripping on Trooms!

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     Heather Chandler sneered at the brunette. "For a greasy little nobody.. You do have good bone structure." Heather McNamara walked her way over to her. 

     "And a symmetrical face! If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important." She said confidently.

     Heather Duke snickered. "Of course you could stand to lose a few pounds!" Heather Chandler looked back and forth at the two of you. 

     "Heather?" She asked. Both walked over to her in curiosity. "Do you both have those spare outfits...?" They nodded. Heather Duke eyed you.

     "Heather?" Chandler asked while turning to McNamara. "Yes Heather?" Chandler smirked. "I need your brush."

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     Martha paced eagerly in the hallways. Trying to find the both of you in the crowd. But to no avail, she couldn't find you both. She needed to talk to you, and it was very important this time! She needed to know if you could eat popcorn. Due to your braces.

     She knew that you didn't follow the rules, when it came to your braces at least. You were just extremely petty. Either that or you hated your parents and loved seeing the look of despair that came out of them when they had to pay for a new brackett.

That's probably it.

     "Who's that with Heather?!" Someone shouted. Martha perked up. She liked watching the Heathers go by. Just imagining that she were in their shoes, with you and Veronica trailing behind her.

    "Woah..." Her eyes widened. It was you and Veronica! Man... did you look good or what? Wait. Well... She couldn't really tell what gender you were. So she couldn't technically not date you...

     But you looked amazing in that dress. "Someone's finally coming along!" Ram's and Kurt said as they  cat called from the other side of the hallway. Martha could feel her blood boil. She hated Kurt more than anything.

    And lately, she's been disliking Ram's. Which wasn't like her at all. Why is that so? He was supposed to be her number one.

    Everyone was practically bowing down to you and Veronica as you both strolled through the hallway. Looking extremely gorgeous. 

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     Three weeks had already passed. You and Veronica had grown distant with Martha. You didn't know why. But it made you feel... numb. You didn't like this feeling. So instead of doing what everyone else would do, you'd hang out with Heather McNamara. 

     As well as Heather Duke! But... She kind of made you feel uncomfortable since she would always be touching you. Not even sexually. Sometimes. She would either have a arm around you, or hand holding, or... well, whatever!

     Veronica was worse. Which is why you started to distance yourself from her. She didn't like it one bit, if you had to ask her. She love being around you. And the fact that you were avoiding her, made her feel like going on a rampage. 

     But she just needed to hang on for just a bit longer. After all, you're her 'friend.' You would one hundred percent come 'round eventually! Right?

     You nearly jumped as the bell rung. "Hey Y/n!" A voice you hadn't heard in a while crept up behind you. You yelped in surprise. "O-oh. Hey Martha! How're you?" You asked her with an awkward hand on your hip.

    Martha noticed your discomfort as she frowned. "You really do look beautiful these days." She said while smiling dreamily at you. You had seen that look before. The same look in Veronica's eyes when she looked at the Heathers.

    You shook your head. "I appreciate it. But it's really. Just still the same ol' same ol' me underneath." You said as you desperately wanted for this conversation to be over with. "Are you sure?" Martha asked while looking down at something she had in her hand.

     A note. "Look. I'm sorry I didn't show up to the movie night thing a couple weeks ago. I'm sure that you and Veronica had a splendid time!" "Veronica didn't show up either." Your eyes widened. Martha just looked dead inside.

     You rubbed the back of your neck. "I-I'm sorry, Martha. I've just had a lot going on lately." You stated. Martha only put a hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry Y/n. I get it. You and Veronica have moved on. You're with the Heathers now!" She said.

     It was obvious that she was about to cry. She never looked at you like that if she wasn't. Man. If you ever felt bad. It was when Martha was crying. "Martha. I can promise that we'll hang out soon." She looked up at you. "Promise?" You nodded with a huge smile as you lead her into the lunch room.

    "Y/n!" Heather Duke appeared at your side. "Uh..Hey Heather!" She smirked. "Heather requests your presence at the table." She stated while sneering at Martha. You frowned while your eyes widened. 

    You looked back to Martha sadly. You mouth a quick sorry while Heather blew a mocking kiss towards her as she walked away. "Why do you even still hang out with her. She's such a loser!" Your eyes narrowed. "She's my friend." 

    Heather Duke rolled her eyes and continued to lead you to the table. A huge grinning remaining on her face. Veronica was already there.

     "Veronica. I need a forgery of a letter written in Ram Sweeney's handwriting." She stated. Then a huge grinned crawl onto her face once she saw you approaching. "Hey dearie! Sit by me." She said while patting the seat down right next to her.

     You sweat dropped and nodded as you walked over to where she sat. Heather Chandler then pulled you down on the seat next to hers. Veronica's eye twitched in annoyance. No one seemed to notice. 

     Veronica nodded. "Sure. What for though?" Heather Chandler waved her off and began listing what she wanted written. It seemed to be a love letter. Since Heather Chandler told Veronica to add XOXO right next to the signature. 

Oh whoever could this be for?