Heathers Oneshots

I'm scared - ChanSaw

Hi, this one is terrible. I rewrote this. It's still bad though. I promise it gets better

A - F - C

Setting: Candystore (YEAH IK IT'S NOT A SETTING STFU)

TW: Panic attack

Heather Chandlers POV
'Veronica?' I yelled as I tried to get the other girl's attention. She was staring. At me. She had some nerve, I had to admit. I could almost feel her undressing me with her eyes.

'Veronicaaa' I said, a bit softer as I waved my hand in front of her face. She finally snapped out of it, turning bright red as she stuttered.

'Y-yes Heather what.. Uhm.. wha- what do you need?'

I snickered. 'You are adorable when you blush.'

I grimaced at the corny reply, clearing my throat and dusting some imaginary dirt off my skirt. Did I just get... Flustered? No. Impossible. I'm Heather fucking Chandler. I can't get flustered. Right? Also Veronica was a girl. And, well, Veronica.

'I need a favor.' I say, the bitchy tone back in my voice and my face a bored look.

'I'll need you to write a letter in Ram's handwriting, pronto. Heather, bend over.'

She shoots me a confused look as she walks over to Duke, placing a pen and paper on her back, looking back at me questioningly with those big brown eyes.. Oh god they're beautiful... My eyes move to her lips, and without noticing it, I lick my own. Her hitched breath snaps me out of my trance. 'Heather, what do I need to write?' It's clear in her voice it isn't the first time she's called. She looks at me with a smug look, Who's staring now? I start to recite what I want her to write as my eyes trail down to her lips again, her tongue pushed out the tiniest bit as she forges Ram's handwriting. I want to stop, I really do, but before I know it I'm staring at her chest. My eyes trail down even lower and I notice that because she's bending over slightly her skirt rode up her ass a bit. Oh god. Shit. This girl will be the death of me, I swear.

'Heather, I'm done forging the note. Are you done checking me out?' Veronica says smugly.

Veronica's POV
'Heather, I'm done forging the note, are you done checking me out?'
Shit. Shit shit shit. I did not just say that to Heather fucking Chandler. I look up at her, expecting yelling or a disgusted or smug look at least, but she's just... blushing? I look at her smugly, I didn't know she was capable of such human emotion.

'For who is this anyways?' I ask, breaking her trance. A part of me didn't want to, but- snap out of it!

'Martha Dumptruck. I heard she and Ram used to hang out~' She smiles smugly. See? She's no good. I chuckle, praying she's just joking.

'Yeah, in kindergarten, we all did. Wait- You are not actually going to give it to her right? This'll ruin her.'

'Why? It'll give her shower nozzle masturbation material for weeks~' Heather Duke chimes in, a smug look on her face.

'SHUT UP HEATHER' Heather Chandler yells. God, she's so hot when she's yelling. I resist the urge to slap myself to snap out of it.

'Sorry Heather.' Duke replies, clearly annoyed.

Instead of slapping myself, I notice Heather reaching out for the note in my hand. I don't know where the sudden confidence comes from, but I pull my hand away. I'm dead. Even Heather seems surprised by my actions. Oh god, I'm lion meat now. Her mask seems to fall for a second, leaving her looking sad and... scared? It doesn't last long; within seconds she has a smug smile on her face.

'Oh, so we'll be like that huh? Are we gonna have a problem?'

She snarls at me, the other two heathers behind her. She comes threateningly close. With her heels on she's taller than me and she looks down at me, downright pissed now.

'You got a bone to pick?? Too bad, you've come so far. Why NOW are you PULLING ON MY DICK?'

She harshly grabs my face, forcing me to look up at her.

'I'd normally slap your face off, and everyone here could WATCH' She growls at me, face so close that if I just stood on my tippy toes... That's it. I'm done. I have issues. She's yelling at me and I'm thinking of kissing her??

'But I'm feeling nice, here's some advice-' By the way she says nice, I can tell she really isn't feeling nice.

'-listen up b-' She can't get the word out. Why not? I frown. She looks at me for a second before she quickly pulls away, clearing her throat before saying 'Bathroom. Don't follow me.' Despite her efforts, I can tell her voice breaks.

'Heather! Wait!' I want to go after her but Mac grabs my wrist.

'Veronica, she said-'

'No, let her.' Duke cuts her off, snarling at me.

'She seems to have a death wish.' She never liked me, I have no clue why... But well, here we are. I gently free myself from Mac's grip. God, she's too good to be alive sometimes. I run after Heather. Where did she say she went again? Of course! I sprint to our bathroom. Well, it's not really our bathroom but everyone knows it's territory of the Heathers. I push open the door, gently calling out for Heather.

Heather Chandler POV
I'm full on having a mental breakdown. I stand in the bathroom, hyperventilating as I know I'm having a panic attack. I slide to the floor, clutching my heart. Why is this one so bad? It's never been this bad... I try to get my breathing under control but I can't. Tears are streaming down my face and I can't breathe properly. My sight starts to fade black at the sides. Then, as if it couldn't have been worse, the door opens.

Through my tears I can barely make out a blue blur. 'V-Veronica?' I sob out, lunging my arms around her waist. She carefully kneels down and I wrap my arms around her neck this time, resting my head on her shoulder. I'm still hyperventilating and I can't get enough air. Veronica notices. When does she ever not?

She gently leans back, looking me in the eyes. 'Okay, when I count, you breathe. In and out. Got it?' I can't do anything but nod. 'One.. Two... Three..' I breathe as I listen to her count before catching my breath again. 'Are you alright?' I roll my eyes, trying to hide the blush forming on my face. 'N- not a word about this. I-i'll kill you.' I try to threaten but it's not much use. I fling my arms around Veronica again, holding her tight as I sob into her shoulder. Her blazer is covered in tears right now, but she doesn't seem to mind. She softly shushes me as I curl up into a ball, sobbing on her chest. 'Y'know, threatening isn't really useful when you're staining my clothes with snot.' She snickers which makes me laugh a bit. 'I just- I feel like a failure sometimes Ronnie.' I tense up after accidentally using the nickname but Veronica doesn't seem to mind. 'Why?' She asks, concerned. 'I just- I almost got kicked out for being gay, and I- I-' I start to sob harder again, holding onto her shoulder like my life depended on it. 'I just don't know... I- I'm scared Ronnie.' I admit. 'I know you are' She sighs, gently rubbing my back. 'But I'm here for you. I promise. I'll never leave.' I look up at her with disbelief in my eyes. 'Really?' I ask her, my bottom lip quivering. God I must look pathetic right now. 'Really.' She says. Before I can even think, I lunge forwards.

Veronica's POV
I don't know what happened, or how, but suddenly Heather's lips are on mine in a deep and passionate kiss. Being bold huh? Two can play that game.. I don't even ask for permission as I slide my tongue in her mouth. She lets out a surprised moan and I raise an eyebrow. We keep making out for a while before I realize I'm making out with Heather Chandler. Who would've thought? I snicker to myself and she asks what's wrong.

'Just thinking about the fact that Heather Chandler is a bottom...' I tease.

'Shut up!' She says flustered.

'Nope!' I reply, still holding her against me. Her face is laying on my chest as I play with her hair, and she groans satisfied.

'I could get used to that...' She admits.

'Me too,' I say, still playing with her hair. 'Me too.'

Okay wow that went better than I thought, (no it didn't past me, it's terrible. Thank fuck I rewote it.) welcome to my first story! Congratulations for making it to the end!