Standing in the middle of the cafeteria, the heathers plus their single extra member by the name of Veronica huddled around their claimed table, only pausing their hissed conversation when Chandler turned around to scare off another unsuspecting lower away.
'Heather, I'm not going to lie, I honestly do not see the point in this.'
'Funny Veronica, I don't care.'
Veronica coiled back from the enclosed circle of girls around her, her eyes flashing from McNamara (who was standing with that fucking stupid look on her face. Again), Duke and the scarlet snake-like bitch staring at her expectantly.
Fucks sake.
'Heather, give it a rest. Please?'
God Veronica hated pleading Chandler. It made her feel so.. small, as if she could just be squashed at the snap of her clawed fingers. Veronica squirmed at the thought of it.
Chandler's eyes narrowed and her pencilled brows crossed.
For someone who looks so pretty, the fuck happened to her to make her into such a bitch?
'Oh! The almightly Sawyer wants me to stop..'
Wait did I just call Heather Chandler hot? Well pretty but that still counts? What the fuck is wrong with me?
'Funny you say that when I quite LITERALLY made you a person. Because of me, people know the name Veronica Sawyer. You should be on your knees..'
I mean, it's objectively a fact. Heather is pretty, of course, I mean, she's like society's standards of hot. So it's not weird for me to call her that.
You're overthinking this Veronica.
Heather's words were white noise to the buzz of Veronica's thoughts at this point, the constant drone drowning out the stabbing words Heather was no doubt hurtling her way.
Am I overthinking this??
Oh god oh god.
No, it's fine. I don't like Heather Chandler. I despise her. She's an uptight asshole who needs a reality check as well as karma to actually catch up with her.
FUCK OFF I DO NOT THINK HEATHER CHANDLER IS HOT.
I'm not in denial.
'VERONICA SAWYER ANSWER ME YOU WHORE'
Veronica let go of a breath she hadn't realised she was holding, and her muscles relaxed. 'Oh hi Heather'
Chandler looked at her stunned, before swiftly unfreezing and continuing. 'Well, I've already told you. Why have you not started? How stupid are you for fucks sake?'
Yep, I hate her
Shaking her head and yawning, Veronica looked at Heather's grimace and smiled
'Quite stupid actually. I agreed to join your cult of popular shits, so yeah, not the smartest person alive. Do you mind explaining again?'
Scoffing, Chandler turned to Duke and McNamara. 'Did you hear this bitch?'
'Yes Heather' they chorused, well prepared and rehearsed for this moment.
For a non-cult, Duke and Mac never fucking talk unless Heather demands them to.
Yeah, they're all definitely sane.
'So' Heather's darkened eyes met Veronica's 'you are to write a letter. Addressed to a Ms. Martha Dumptruck or whatever her name is..'
'Dumstock. Can you not talk about her like that?' Veronica dared to look at Heather straight, and despite the slight intimidation that waved from her as bright as the burning red of her clothes, her voice was edged with what she perceived to be threatening.
At least she did until Heather laughed.
'Oh god, you are a riot Sawyer. It's so cute you think you can scare me. Especially when you owe your whole existence to me!'
'Heather, I am so much more than a fucking member of your fan club!'
Veronica regretted those words the second they escaped her lips.
Chandler cocked her head to the side and smiled, giggling. A girlish, innocent laugh, but one Veronica knew had many many MANY layers.
'Are we going to have a probelm here, Sawyer?'
God why does she insist on calling me that.
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Heathers (but it's written by a gay British teenager)
أدب الهواةHeathers but it's written by me, a gay teenager who has never experienced high school.
