Spots In Hell Burn Brighter And Brighter

Veronica looked through her eyelashes to see Heather Chandler's house. Besides the fact it may have been bigger than all the houses around it, nothing about it was special. And soon after Heathers death, it would be even less special. The glow from the morning sun didn't make it look any better, either. It made the lawn decorations look too bright. Heather's house was far too bland. Veronica's put up with Heather for far too long, in her own opinion. She was sick of Heather, and she was sure Heather was sick of her too. This would make it the second time Veronica tried to get revenge on Heather, and this time, Veronica would make sure it wouldn't backfire.

"Ronica." J.D called out to his girlfriend, finally bringing her attention to him. "What?" Veronica asked, trying to sound gentle instead of annoyed. She was beyond pissed at Heather, right now. "Are you ready, or not?" He said, placing the final bullet quickly into his gun. "I'm ready." She said, watching as J.D brought his head closer to hers. He snacked a hand up her neck, holding it. Gently. Veronica kissed J.D back as soon as he kissed her, only pulling away to breathe for a moment. "We need to do this." Veronica said, and J.D pulled away, pulling the door handle to his door. Opening up the door of her blue car, Veronica slammed it shut the second she was standing far enough. The grey cement below Veronicas feet looked brand new. Just like how the green grass in the lawn looked freshly cut. J.D walked over to the kitchen window, quickly snapping off the cheap lock. Heathers' parents probably bought it for safety, in hopes their little girl wouldn't sneak out. Or worse, someone would sneak in. Veronica sneered at the idea, stifling a laugh. she watched J.D drag open the casement, letting her head in first.

She quickly climbed in through the window, stumbling forward as she fell in. J.D seemed like a natural at climbing through windows, as he stuck the landing. Veronica stood up, pushing her hair back into its usual position. J.D looked at her, cocking his head to side and giving a small smile. "Y'know, you don't gotta do that so much. You look fine." He said, as he licked his dry lips. Though Veronica appreciated his words, she didn't care. The one thing she cared about to make sure looked normal, was her hair. It was a dark shade of brown, and it curled around her face no matter what angle she'd be in.

J.D admired her, he treated Veronica like she was some sort of God. Veronica looked at the dim kitchen, the only light flooding in being from the windows. Everything was Heather's shade of red, the only shade she wore. Red was Heathers color. Heather was reds person. Veronica knew her way around Heathers' house, shes been in it from all the times the Heathers invited her to a sleepover. She remembers the slow nights when she had been angrily scribbling all over the page about how much she hated her friends, and suddenly, her friends are calling her, asking her to come hang out, because, 'it's just so boring without her!'.

"Hey, Veronica." Heather McNamara spoke into the phone, twirling it around her fingers. "What, Heather?" Veronica scoffed, annoyed at the fact she could never get a break from any of the 3 girls. "Don't be a buzzkill!" Heather McNamara giggled, nodding over to the other Heathers. "Come over. We're at Heather Chandler's this time!" She exclaimed, as she heard whispers from the other side of the room. "What?" Veronica asked, trying to make any sense of the muffled words. She heard the phone being passed to someone else, as they talked into the phone. "Hello, slut. Are you coming? Make it quick. Bring Corn Nuts." Heather Chandler said, leaving no time for Veronica to even talk before she hung the phone up. Veronica scoffed, debating whether or not she should even go.

Veronica brushed all of her thoughts away as she searched the kitchen for a knife, looking over to see J.D fumbling with a wooden knife block neatly placed onto the marble counter. "Give me one." Veronica said, walking closer to J.D. He handed the largest one to her without speaking a word. "Where's the room?" J.D asked, and in response, Veronica only gave a smile. "She's gonna be hungover. She's probably sleeping. I don't really want to kill her right off the bat, though." Veronica said, motioning to her hands. "Asphyxiation." J.D let out an 'Ohh' sound, following Veronica like a lost puppy as she walked through the long halls of the red Heathers house. Veronica handed J.D the knife from her hands, planning to use it for later.