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

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Tripping on Trooms!

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     You groaned as people were unsure to even go to school. You leaned your head back for a second. "Sweetie? Are you alright?" Heather Chandler asked as she played with your hair. You jumped. "Will you stop appearing out of nowhere?! You're really starting to freak me out."

     Heather only smiled. "When're you leaving?" You asked her. She only looked taken back. "Never, dearest! We never got to spend proper quality time together. It was always the Heathers that wanted your attention. Why did you give your sweet attention to them?" She asked.

     You couldn't quite understand her. You drank quite a bit on Friday. But why hasn't that feeling gone away yet? The bell rung and an announcement was made. Long weekend for everyone! However they called everyone to the gym for a meeting.

    Something about feeling or whatever. Thirty minutes to kill, or that's what they said. Not to mention how they were refueling the buses. As soon as you had entered the Gym. You immediately wanted to leave.

     A teacher that you recognized as Ms. Fleming had handed out Heather Chandler's suicide note out. Your eyes widened. You looked over to Heather Chandler. She only shook her head with a wicked smile.

    "What can I say? That wicked little bitch had talent." You rolled your eyes and read it. "Oh Y/n! Are you alright?" A high pitchy voice called out as Heather McNamara ran over to sit next to you. Heather Duke ran over to you as well, but you were already sitting next to someone.

    The mystery kid. "Uh sorry, you can just sit behind me." Heather Duke's frowned quickly turned upside down. Then she rushed to sit behind you. Kurt and Ram followed her. You found yourself being surrounded by the popular kids. Something that you never thought you would be.

     You really weren't paying attention as the Heathers were distracting you. And Veronica was nowhere in sight. Heather Chandler, screamed "I'm bigger than John Lennon!" Even though the only two people who could hear her weren't paying attention. 

    By the time you had almost got home, Veronica had snatched you up and had taken her to 'JD' the name of her new apparent boyfriend. Or the mystery kid. 

    You had to admit, he was kinda cute. But he was Veronica's. As she was his. So you didn't say anything. JD had turned the T.V on and was now flipping through channels, trying to find something good.

    But on each channel there was Heather Duke, talking about how Heather Chandler was her closest friend or...something.

     Speaking of the little devil, she hadn't left your side. Except for when you went to the restroom. She didn't want to go in there. She was too shy to admit you charmed her.

     "Jeez. Just how many channels had she ran too?" The door busted open and a male you hadn't met rammed in. "Heya there son!" JD looked uncomfortable. "Hey...dad." He said. "I didn't hear you come in. What're you doing here?" He asked, a really hidden tone of aggression laced in his voice. 

     "I wanted to introduce myself to your new girl...friend." He paused when he saw you. "Um." Everything became awkward. "I'm just someone that his girlfriend found on the street." You waved at the dad. 

     Veronica couldn't stop a growing smile tugging at her lips. She couldn't help but feel like she made a mistake. So did JD. Veronica shook the dad's hand. "I'm Veronica." She said with a smile on her face.

    The dad returned the smile. The dad shook her hand and left a beer bottle in her hand. "Uh dad. We don't condone underage drinking in this household." He said nervously. The dad didn't seem to notice. "Oh. So you're a good girl?" He asked.

    You could tell JD was disappointed as he mentally smacked his forehead. Heather Chandler was too busy cackling. "Relax son, Just having some fun. Huh? So serious... Work was a real pain in the ass today, some withered tribe of old hags are trying to stop me from blowing his crusty motel." He said as he sat next to you.

     If you wanted to run before. Then that feeling was nothing compared to the one you're feeling now. You felt like you were going to be sick. "All because Glen Miller took a dump there. Just like Kansas. Do you remember Kansas?" The father asked JD.

    JD looked enraged. "Yeah." The father continued. Ignoring JD's baffled expression. "The 'Save the Oak Memorial' Society. Showed those tree humpers. Thirty bricks of  C4 explosive stuck to the trunk." He stated, clearly feeling proud. You felt the exact opposite. 

      You wanted to slap this guy across his stupid face. "Stupid Kansas. Every time." He muttered under his nasty breath. "So Pop, can I invite your girlfriends over for dinner?" You perked up. Not expecting for dinner. "U-uhh. I don't know about that."

     Veronica nodded her head. So did Heather. But no one really cared since she was un-hear-able and untouchable. "Yeah. I can't my mom's making my favorite dish. Spaghetti! LoTs of OrEgAnoO..." She said.

    The dad then looked over to you. "I'm her sister. I've been looking forward to the spaghetti thing all week now!" You said, your legs shaking. JD's eyebrows lifted. He didn't expect that. Were you bother actually sisters?

    No. No you were not.