Veronica // Heathers Fanfiction

XV

Betty woke up with a throbbing headache, as she usually did after a night of drinking. Involved in warm, soft sheets, Betty stirred in bed, trying to fight against her desire to close her eyes and fall back asleep. She turned her head to see JD sleeping soundly next to her; like Betty, the only thing covering his body was the silk hotel bedding.

It took Betty a few seconds to register what had happened until memories of the night before came rushing in like the break of a dam. The romantic dinner, the taxi ride, the way JD kept looking at her while they were inside the elevator, the anticipation heavy between them as Betty prayed for the floors to go by faster, and how JD grabbed her the second they entered their room, unable to control himself for a second longer, kissing her deeply and with so much passion as though she was a well of water and him a man dying of thirst.

Betty had never been looked at or touched that way before like she was the most special person in the world. It had been one of the best nights of her life, but as JD started to wake up, Betty couldn't help but wonder how his present self would feel about the events from the night before, if he, now sober and with his inhibitions back to normal, would come to regret it.

"Morning," he mumbled, his voice thick from having just woken up.

"Good morning."

"Jesus, my head is killing me," JD mumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed. His bare back now faced Betty, and catching sight of the many red scratches marking his skin, left by her own nails the night before, she blushed.

"Same," Betty chuckled.

"That's what we get for drinking like we're still in our twenties," JD snorted.

"Good to know. I'm never doing that again."

"Last night was amazing, Betty," JD said, now looking at her, with the same warmth and admiration he had looked at her all night, as if he worshiped her.

"It was amazing for me too."

JD smiled, but his expression shifted in a matter of seconds, changing into a concerned one. "Wait, what time is it?"

Betty grabbed her watch on the nightstand. "6:30."

"Shit," JD rubbed his temples.

"Is everything okay?" Betty asked warily. JD had said the night was for him, that it was amazing, but in Betty's experience, normally an amazing night of sex resulted in a person feeling relaxed and satisfied the day after, but the tension clear on JD's shoulders and jaw indicated otherwise.

"Yeah, it's just...God, I left Veronica alone for hours," he said. Betty felt a pang of disappointment upon hearing that name. She forgot about that little conundrum, and it had felt so good to live in a world without Veronica Sawyer in it, even if just for a few hours.

"I'm sure she's ok," Betty said.

"Yeah but Martha is supposed to be there by 7:00, we're not gonna make it back in time."

"I thought she had the key..."

"That's not the problem, Betty," JD said. "She's gonna be there when we arrive together. Martha is not an idiot, she's gonna know."

"Oh," was all Betty could muster. Like a bucket of cold water, Betty was woken out of her fantasy and yanked back into the real world, where she slept with a married man and where JD cheated on his disabled wife, and where everyone thought Veronica was just a poor, innocent woman.

JD pressed his lips together, Betty could practically see the cogs turning inside his head as he pondered in silence. "I'm just gonna call her and give her the day off. I'll tell her I'm free today and I want to spend the day with Veronica, or something..." he said. "But either way, we should probably go home soon."