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

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Tripping on Trooms!

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     "It'd be so righteous to be in the middle of a Heather Chandler and Y/n L/n sandwhich!" Kurt Kelley shouted out to the entire cafeteria. Your face went beet red. Heather Chandler didn't seem to notice. "Hell yeah man. Punch it in!" Ram said while giving Kurt a fist bump.

    But she encouraged it. She only giggled while walking over to Kurt Kelley. "Ram!" She said entrancingly while waving her over. Ram walked over. Thinking he was gonna get lucky. He wasn't. Heather was no fool.

     She went all close and touchy to him. "Be a sweetie and give this to Martha Dumptruck for me?" She asked. Ram rolled his eyes but took the note anyway. "Since when did you start hanging out with that lard-ass?" He said. About to open the letter.

    Heather Chandler's eyes widened and snatched the note out of his reach. "Hey! What gives?!" He said trying to grab it once more. "Uh, uh, uh!" She said while shaking her finger in his face. 

     "Don't read it. She's having a heavy flow, and it's advice from my gyno." Ram's eyes widened and he visibly gagged. "Ew, no!" Ram said as he accidently dropped the note. "Hey! What're you doing? Martha's my friend. Please don't do this." Veronica said as she stood up from her seat.

     "Sure didn't seem that way a few days ago..." You muttered under your breath. "She's mine too." You said while standing up and glaring at Heather Chandler. 

     Heather Duke rolled her eyes. "Whaatt? It'll give her shower-thought masturbation material for weeks!" She said. "Shut up Heather!" Chandler nearly screamed. "Sorry Heather." Heather Duke said in nervousness. But sent you a wink anyway.

     You blushed in embarrassment. Then walked to the front of the table. "Look Heather. Martha's had a thing for Ram for twelve years now. Don't do this. This will kill her!" You said while fiddling with your fingers. Heather's eyes narrowed. 

     Heather stalked her way over to you. Like she had done before. "Are we gonna have a problem?" She hissed out. "Do you have a bone to pick?" You shook your head quickly.

    "You've both come so far, why are you now pulling on my dick!" She shouted. She leaned into you. "I could slap your face off. And everyone here could watch..." You backed away slowly, Running into the table. "But I'm guessing you don't want that, am I correct?" She said.

     Your eyes were wide as saucers as you slowly nodded. Heather Chandler sent you a passive aggressive, but extremely threatening smile and booped your nose. "Good!" Her face turned into a scowl. "Don't ever do that again. Do you understand?" She said. Getting closer and closer. 

    You quickly nodded. She smiled a genuine closed eye happy smile. "Good!" She said once more. Then walked over to Veronica. And cursed her out. Somehow while you hadn't been watching, one of the Heathers had slipped the note to Martha.

    Your eyes widened. "Oh no.." Her eyes went wide and her face heated up to no end. She was blushing like mad. Then with a hop, skip, and a jump, she was out of the lunch room with nearly a bloody nose. 

Oh poor Martha..

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     You sighed as everyone left the lunch room. "You shouldn't have bowed down swatch dogs and diet coke heads. They're gonna crush that girl." A masculine voice said. Your eyes widened as you looked behind you. No one.

    "Uhhh. Down here." He said. You rose an eyebrow and looked down. Sure enough. There was a kid your age sitting down and reading a book. "I-I'm sorry. What?" You asked walking closer to him. 

    He smiled a little bit. "Clearly you've got some soul. You're just having a hard time keeping it clean." He said closing his book. "Y/n! There you are. Heather isn't backing down. Oh! W-where's Martha?" She asked.

     "She ran out of the lunch room. No doubt she read it." Her eyes widened. The mysterious guy looked at Veronica. "Seems like you've got some soul." His eyes narrowed and his smirked deepened. "Seems like you both just have trouble keeping it clean. Be careful, we are all born marked for evil."

     Veronica crept away, a faint red hue accompanied her face. Which only left you standing there. "Hey! Don't just quote Baudelaire and walk away, excuse me?" You asked snapping in his face while an amused grin crept at his lips.

     You only raised a confused eyebrow. "I didn't catch your name." He looked down at you, since he was significantly taller than you.

"I didn't throw it." He stated and winked at you, then walked away. 

     Leaving you wide eyed. "Who's that guy in that jacket think he is anyway, Bo Diddley?" Kurt asked aggressively after he saw the guy in the jacket talk to you. Leaving you startled. 

    Ram sneered. "Y/n's into his act. So is Veronica. No doubt." He stated while his standing etched their way onto his hips. "Let's kick his ass!" Kurt said while taking a threatening step closer. 

    Ram blocked his way. So he couldn't take another step. "No! We're seniors. We're too old for that shit anyway." He said while his hands made their way to his pockets. Kurt didn't bother listening. Since when did he ever listen to authority figures anyway? 

    "Hey! Sweetheart!" Kurt shouted at the mystery guy. "What'd your boyfriend say when you told him you were moving to Sherwood Ohio....?" He asked mockingly. While putting the mystery guy into a 'slight' chokehold. 

    Ram slowly joined his buddy. "My buddy, Kurt just asked you a question." He said putting his arm around his shoulder. Dangerously close to his neck. "Hey Ram! Doesn't this cafeteria have a no (_) allowed rule...?" He said with a wicked smirk on his face.

    "Yeah, but they sure do seem to have a open door policy for assholes though." The two seniors paused and looked at the guy. Kurt nodded towards Ram. "Hold his arms." He stated.

    As Rams was about to violate the mystery man's rights. The guy punched him. Then went for Kurt with everything he had. Which was a lot. As he had knocked dumb and even dumber onto the ground. 

    You watched in horror, while Veronica was practically drooling at the lips.