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

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Tripping on Trooms!

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     You were in the middle of passing out due to how red your face was. Veronica looked at you questioningly while she was riding shotgun, and you were left with the two Heathers in the back. 

     Veronica didn't question your behavior, as you could have just been overreacting. Everyone practically ran into Ram's house.

     Everyone was acting wild. It was clear that the parents were most likely out of town. There's no way they'd let this slide. Unless they were trying to relive their teen moments. Then you one hundred percent were not going to judge. 

     You heard Ram from another room. "Dad says act our age, you heard the man, it's time to rage!" He shouted with his hand in the air. Your frowned a little bit. Other cheered. "Blast the bass, turn out the light, aint nobody home tonight!" 

     As soon as you walked into that room, you couldn't handle it and ran back in to the comfort of outside. Your heart nearly beating out of it's chest. Your hands were shaking and you were already sweating.

     You took a deep breath, which didn't help at all. And then took a step inside. Your mentality was, 'Only live once' while also bringing it into your mind that this was only gonna last for a couple more hours, and that you would be fine.

     After all, what can loud music even to you? A lot apparently. "Okay, Okay, Okay.. So it's salt. and then lime, and then shot?" She said then drank it all. "Wow!" She said. McNamara cheered. "You're a natural. Just like my mom!" She said and then skipped off.

     "Hey you jerk! Get off of me!" Heather Duke shouted at Ram. You ran over and quickly tapped on his shoulder. "Hey Ram, I saw some freshman trying to sneak over your fence." His eyes widened. "Really? I hate freshman!" Then ran.

    Heather Duke turned around and saw you. She frowned and walked off. Martha walked through the door and looked so lost. Your eyes widened. "Oh no." You muttered. Then looked back to the Heathers.

    Heather Chandler smirked. "Martha Dumptruck, in the flesh. Here comes the Cootie squad." Heather Duke smirked. "Hey, we should-" "Shut up Heather!" "Sorry Heather..." 

     Heather McNamara covered her mouth. "Look who's with her, Dang!" The Heathers joined in on her little chanting. You rushed over to Martha. Wanting her to leave before things got too out of control.

     She was already bullied enough as it is. You didn't want her to be buried alive come Monday. Veronica had already beat you to it though. Then you saw Martha speed off towards Ram, who looked extremely confused.

    'He didn't know I lied to him.' You thought. That was honestly for the best. You didn't want to get hurt. Nor did you want him doing what he did to Heather. That was literally horrible.

     You sent Martha a look of sadness, and she only sent you one of complete happiness. With a large dash of obliviousness. "Showing up here took some guts, time to rip them out." Heather Chandler said as she secretly circled Martha.

    Heather Duke sneered. "Well who's this pig remind you of? Especially the snout." She said then giggled afterwards. She only received an approving smile from Heather Chandler. Which made her happy. 

     After a while of loud music, Heather Chandler clapped her hands, and everything stopped. 'This girl has some serious power.' You thought. "Okay, Westerbergers! Time to celebrate our victory over the Razorbacks by whacking apart their mascot!" She said.

     You looked over to Veronica who looked nervous. Kurt smacked her ass. Then she went over to threaten him. So Heather McNamara took her place. "We need a volunteer to take the first swing at the pinata!" She said with a big smile.

     Heather Chandler perked up. And so did you. You had a feeling you what was about to go down in a couple of seconds. "Martha Dunnstock! I think you should take the first swing!" She said with a wicked smile.

     Your eyes widened and looked over to Veronica who did the exact same thing you did. You were both so terrified and had no clue on what to do. "I-I don't really know this game..." She said unsurely. 

    Heather McNamara walked over to her with a fake cheerful smile while she gasped. "Let's show this girl some Westerberg spirit!" Then cheered. Everyone except for you and Veronica followed her and her chanting.

     Martha hesitantly took the bat and walked to where the pinata was being held. As Heather Duke had tried to bring the pinata out, you let out a gasp of horror. It looked exactly like Martha.

     You and Veronica made a dash for the pinata and began attempting to rip it out of her hands. Heather Duke only looked at you in betrayal and then begged for help as she was clearly losing this game of tug of war. 

      When you and Veronica won, you looked at the three in disgust. "What is your damage Heather?!" You screamed out to Heather Chandler. Who's eyes narrowed at you. "If you want this thing so badly, then go swim for it!" Veronica agreed and put the pig in the pool.

    You then gently and carefully took the blindfold off of Martha who looked at you confused, until she looked into the pool and saw the mascot. Her eyes filled up with tears as she looked at you. "I'm so sorry. I'll explain everything later I promise, please, just leave." You said.

    She backed away slowly and with her last final tear, she ran out of the party. Heather Chandler stalked her way over to you. Which you knew was going to happen. She was probably going to exile you. She didn't do that at all.