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

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Tripping on....?

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    "Get up." A feminine voice called out for you. "Excuse me?" You got up and questioned. Heather Chandler smirked. "Good. I thought you were dead." Your eyes widened. 

     You quickly touched yourself and starting pinching your arm. Why? Because you suddenly felt so sick to your stomach, and you couldn't grasp reality. 

     Heather Chandler smirk, fell. "What are you doing?" You quickly looked up back to her. "What do you mean?" She looked at you in disgust. "Touching yourself like that." You took in a deep breath. 

     "I just don't want to die." You said and looked down. Heather Chandler looked at you as if you were stupid. "You know-" "I know. I know. I know I'll die one day. But I know for sure that I'm going to die one day, just not now. 

     RIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

     You nearly jumped out of your own skin. You snatched up your phone and answered it. Heather Chandler's eyes narrowed. "Hey Y/n!"  Your eyes swirled up in confusion. 

     "U-um. Hello? Who are you?" A chuckle could be heard from the other line of the phone. "Do you seriously not even remember me?"  Your mouth line flattened. "No. I guess not." "It's me! JD." 

     You slowly relaxed. "Oh. It's great to hear from you JD. How are you doing?" The line went small for a second. "I think, I think I'm alright. Hey. Do you want to meet up tonight? I need to talk to you." 

      Looking up to look at Heather Chandler was not really a good idea. Considering she was looking at you with utmost disgust, as well as shaking her head to make you understand how she doesn't want you to do this.

     But she wasn't the one controlling your life. You were. "Sure. I think I can fit that into my schedule." Another chuckle could be heard from the other side of the phone. "Dang. I didn't realize you were so popular!" 

     You chuckled a little bit. "Yeah. I didn't either." "Well. I see you later alligator!" He said, and then hung up. 

     Knock! Knock! Knock!

     You jumped. "Damn, I didn't realize how popular you were." You glanced up to Heather Chandler for a second. "Uh-uh. Come in...?" Heather Chandler face palmed. 

     The door to your window creaked in. And guess who it was. Veronica Sawyer in her 'Heathers' uniform. You looked to her in confusion. "Uh. Yolo?" You asked her.

      Her black mascara ran down her face like ink splotches. Your eyes widened as she leapt to you . "V-Veronica?! Are you alright?" You asked in alarm.

     She shook her head in your chest. "J-JD. He..." She didn't dare finish the rest. Your eyes widened even further and poked her back. She looked up. "It's alright, he was way too good for you anyway." You sent her a friendly smile.

     A friendlier smile than the person outside your window could muster up. A scowl gracing their face as they witnessed the scene much to their displeasure. 

     "Thank you so much Y/n. You don't know how happy you make me." She said. Smirking into your chest. She didn't realize how well her plan was going. Maybe her breaking up with her boyfriend would have such a huge advantage over her boyfriend.

     She had realized it too. He loved you more than he loved her. And she wasn't mad either though. Because she felt the same way about you. She didn't realize it until it was too late. 

    Because now she had competition.

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    JD shook in anger. How dare she. How dare she play the victim? But his smile grew when he saw your smile. After tonight, everything would go his way. If not, then he would make it go his way.

     He had it all planned out. He had it all planned out ever since he laid his eyes on you. He was the one who had to deal with bullies. He was the one who had to deal with his father. He was the one who had to watch as his mother died.

     He had to watch you get snatched from his arms by his ex girlfriend.

     He grinned as he reached into his pocket. Something metal, and something a little large made his grin widen. A gun. 

How he couldn't wait for tonight.

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     RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

      You groaned in pain as you were trying to sleep. "Do you seriously sleep this much?" Heather Chandler said as she stalked her way to your phone.

    After getting up and walked over to the phone with her.. "Oh hell no!" Heather Chandler said as she forced you back into your bed. "Ow! What the heck Heather?!" 

     Her eyes locked onto yours with a steady expression. "You are not going to answer that phone." You deflated. "Wait. You're dead..." You said.

     Heather Chandler smirked. "Yeah? What about it dumbass?" You quickly rose up, successfully going through her. Heather Chandler's eyes widened. And her face reddened as you rushed over to your phone.

     Veronica had left a while ago, so it was just you and the demon herself. Heather Chandler. You checked your phone and the number. "Whose number is this?" Heather Chandler was still stuck in place. 

    "What is this feeling..." She muttered out. You only shrugged your shoulders and answered the phone. I mean... How bad could it possibly be? 

     "Hey girl!" Heather cheered out. "Heather Duke?" You questioned. "Mhm! Wanna go catch a movie?" She asked. You furrowed your eye brows. She had never called you for anything before hand.

     Why would she now?

     "U-uh. I think so. I can try tonight if you want?" "Perfect!" The voice had changed. "Heather Macnamara? You're there too?" A giggle could be heard from the other side. "Ya!" 

      You rolled your eyes. They must be drunk. Again.