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

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Tripping on Trooms!

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    Heather...Oh Heather. She really outdid her self this time. She grabbed you by your forearm and threw you over to Ram and Kurt. Who grinned. While you pleaded with them to let you go. You yelped and kicked them. But they went by, unfazed.

Veronica's eyes widened as she looked at the scene. You were most likely going to be held captive and she was going to be totally murdered on Monday. "Well. We gave it a shot. I'm resigning my commission from the lip-gloss gestapo. Going back to civilian life." She said.

Heather Chandler shook her head. "No!" Veronica looked at her drunkenly. "Don't spin me, I'm not feeling well..." Heather grabbed her head. "You don't get to be a nobody. Come Monday, you're going to be an Ex SOMEBODY!" She said as she screamed in her face.

"Not even the losers will touch you now. Transfer to Washington, Transfer to Jefferson! No one here at Westerberg is going to let you play their reindeer games!" You gasped as Veronica was pushed away violently.

Kurt grinned wickedly as his grip on your tightened. You whimpered a little as it was beginning to hurt. Veronica then walked back to Heather and threw up all over her nice clothes. Your eyes widened but then, it was your turn to grin wickedly.

The boys mouths dropped as it was clearly a great offense to do that to an all mighty Heather. Heather screamed violently. "I raised you up from nothing. And what's my thanks? I get paid in puke!"

Veronica slowly rose up. "Lick it up baby. Lick. It. Up!" She shouted in her face. Heather walked her way over to Veronica. Which wasn't far. "I know who I'm eating with on Monday. Do you?" She asked. Veronica looked around.

You and her locked eyes. You smiled. But Heather nodded over to Kurt, who was the one holding you. And he lightly kicked your back. You gasped for air as he quite literally knocked the wind out of you.

Veronica then ran out of the party. Leaving you all alone. Heather turned back around and then licked her lips at you. "Okay party people, where's the goddamn keg?!" She shouted with a mockery filled confused look. 

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     That night was one of your worst nights ever. Why you may be asking? You had to avoid rapes left and right. And you nearly escaped the party. Each time you turned a corner, and Heather was hot on your trail.

     So you ran home. Yup. You took off your heels and made a break for it across the yard. Thankfully you didn't live far from him. Which was a win but also a lose. Since the Heathers maybe already knew where you lived.

    You ran to Martha's house. She wasn't there. So you ran to Veronica's house. But she wasn't there. So with literally no where else to feel safe, you went home. You doubted Martha wanted to see you right now anyway. You sighed unhappily as you locked your door.

     Not to mention how you had no clue where you parents were at the moment. You particularly didn't want to see them anyway. So it didn't really matter. You walked to your room and went into your closet and got dressed in your nightly wear.

     Then you went to sleep.

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RING!

RING!

    You groaned slightly as your head hurt and because of the phone ringing. You yelped as it fell to the ground and you went to go get it. You quickly answered the phone. "L/n Residence, how can I help you?" You asked over the phone.

    "Hey Y/n we kinda need your help." You threw your head back down on the pillow. "Sure. Where are ya?" Veronica looked down to her feet. "We're going to Heather's house." Your eyes widened. 

    "Are you sure you wanna go there? I mean what happened at the party.. I figured you wouldn't want to see her again. While you're still alive that is." 

    Veronica laughed sarcastically. "Oh haha. Very funny. Yes. I want to apologize." You rolled your eyes. "I mean this in the nicest way possible 'Ronica. There is no apology in the world that can fix the mess that you got yourself in." You said.

     You could practically feel Veronica pout on the other end of the phone. "But Heather likes you! A lot... Too much..." She trailed off. You rose an eyebrow. "You still there?" You asked questioningly. "Uh- Yeah! I am." 

    "Good. Because I 'aint going." You stated then hung up and went back to sleep. You didn't have to go to school today, as it was the weekend. Not to mention graduation was growing closer and closer. 

     You were going slightly crazy and uncaring.

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     When you woke up once more. You weren't expecting to be met face to face with Heather Chandler. Or what you presumed to be Heather Chandler. "Wake up Y/n." You rose an eyebrow. "I'm already awake. Also. HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE?!" You screamed out.

    Praying silently that she wasn't real and that you parents were gone. "Y/n, sweetie? Are you alright?" You heard your mom shout from down stairs. You cursed yourself mentally. "U-uh yeah! I'm fine!" You shouted right back.

     "Veronica, she killed me." She whispered right back. Getting really close and up in your face. Your eyes widened. "No way! I know Veronica. There's no way that she would.." But it would make sense. 

    "Doesn't matter now. Get up and get dressed. You need to go to school!" She shouted and slapped your back, forcing you to get up. You yelped and glared at the now dead blonde.

Today was going to be interesting.