Heathers Oneshots

No - Chansaw

I slightly messed up the timeline on this fic so if you're irritated by that... I'm sorry

A - H - C

TW: Mentions of alcohol and drugs, implied SA

Heather Chandler's POV
'Hey hot stuff.' Her boyfriend David crept up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he started to place drunk kisses along her neck. God, for a brief moment she'd forgotten why she hated Remmington parties so much. She rolled her eyes at David as well as her own stupidity. Jezus, she wasn't nearly drunk enough for this. She finished her drink and as if on cue, David pulled out a new drink, holding it out for her to grab. Heather smiled, but she didn't take it. He may be her boyfriend and all but at the end of the day, he's still a college boy jumping at every opportunity he can get to get laid or impress his friends. Or both.

'I can get my own drink, thanks.' She forced a smile. 'Awh come on babe, I've got one with your name on it right here.' He pushes, waving the red cup. Yep, there is definitely something in there. God, boys are so simple. She's had so much experience with this that she doesn't even have to think before she presses her lips to his, effectively distracting him. He doesn't hesitate to kiss back, pushing his tongue into Heather's mouth roughly. She grimaces as he forcefully grabs her hips and pushes his body against hers, grinding on her as she can feel his half-hard cock press against her leg. It takes everything in her not to pull away, 'cause that would not turn out well for her.

She slowly pushes him backwards towards the drink table, their mouths still locked as she grabs a cup from the table. Only when she's acquired a drink, she pulls back, waving her drink as if to say: 'Told you I got my own.' She takes a big sip, not even knowing what's inside the cup. She winces as she feels the alcohol burn her throat. God, how did she manage to grab a cup full of pure vodka? It isn't even on brand. Well, at least it'll get her wasted.

'Shall we take this somewhere private?' Oh god, there it is. The question she's been avoiding all night. She, in fact, did not want to take this somewhere private. She looked around the room for backup, but Heather and Heather were nowhere to be found and Veronica was busy fighting off Brad, who seemed to have the same intentions as David who was now grabbing Heather's hips forcefully. She hoped Veronica could stand her ground, unlike her.

Well, if she wanted to keep the bruises to a minimum, her best bet was to go along with it. No way she was wasting her good foundation on him.

So she smiled, going along with it as she let him pick her up and carry her to an empty room upstairs. David closed the door behind them, throwing Heather on the bed roughly before sitting down himself. Heather felt her leg hit the bedpost. Yup, bruise number one. David grabbed Heather's chin, pulling her in and kissing her. From the way he grabbed her, she was sure it'd at least leave a mark, if not worse. During all this, she begged herself to move away, like Veronica had done, to stand up for herself, like she'd done so many times for Heather and Heather. To scream and shout for help, for someone. But she didn't. She couldn't. She wanted to, god did she want to, but her body was paralyzed in fear, unable to move.

David's tongue entering her mouth quickly got her out of her head. He tasted like alcohol and weed and smelled like party and sweat. It was disgusting. All her senses being overwhelmed like this suddenly, gave Heather the strength she needed to pull away. 'Come on David, shouldn't we get back to the party?' She was testing the waters, but he was too drunk to notice. 'We will, it's just- you're so hot tonight, I can't control myself.' And with those words, he put his hand on the back of Heather's head and pushed her down not so gently towards his pants, which he'd already started to unbutton.

Veronica's POV
She looks around, nice, she finally managed to get rid of that asshole who was trying to get into her pants earlier. Why did she let Heather take her here again? She doesn't even remember. She can barely hear her own thoughts over the sounds of the party. God why is this so loud? She goes to sit down on a random couch, scaring away a couple that was making out while doing so. She sighs, lighting a match and toying with the flame until she almost burns herself. In a reflex, she lets go of the match, dropping it in her drink and accidentally lighting it on fire. She quickly throws her glass out of the window. Wow, close call.

Then the asshole she managed to avoid, Brad, walked around the corner. Great. 'How's ma little cheerleader huh?' He smiles. God, is he really so drunk that he can't even remember she isn't Mac? Geez... She moved closer to the end of the couch, away from him as he approached. 'Oh, I know everyone at your high school isn't so uptight.' He says, moving to sit next to her. She moves even further away from him in response, praying he'd take the hint. Instead, he puts his hand on her inner thigh, moving closer. 'Come on..' He insists. No, she's not doing this. She moves his hand away. 'Come on now look, I don't feel so good.' He doesn't take that for an answer. 'Hey let's do on the coats, it'll be excellent huh?' He smirks, lifting up the blanket next to them. He reaches his hand across her lap to pull her in, but she stands up before he gets the chance.

'You know I have a little prepared speech I tell my suitor when he wants more than I'd like to give him.' She starts, glaring at him furiously as he lays down on his back, his hands on his chest. 'Gee blank, I had a really nice-' 'Safe the speeches for Malcolm X, I just wanna get laiid..' He cuts her off, tapping his chest. Veronica glares at him. 'You don't deserve my fucking speech!'

She walks away, all the sounds around her getting to her head. She needs some quiet and she needs it now. She walks into an empty room, or at least she tries to, but she bumps into David, who is fastening his belt. Gross. She quickly looks around, seeing a bathroom. Awesome, she needs that right now. She enters and can't help but notice there's a door between the sink and the toilet. Weird. She enters the bathroom, closing the door before sitting down, rubbing her temples to try and calm the headache that's been starting to form.

Heather Chandlers POV
She lays on her bed, exhausted. What just had happened had mentally and physically drained her. She closes her eyes, too tired to keep them open. She hears David open the door, the sounds of the party filling the room at an unpleasant volume. She hears his footsteps leave the room, and if she listens closely she can hear another pair of footsteps, heels maybe? But the party was so loud, and there already was a deafening ring in her ear so she probably imagined it.

God, she felt so dirty and she wanted nothing more than to wash out her mouth. She slowly sits up, wincing at the pounding headache that had been waiting for her.

She slowly gets off the bed, walking towards the bathroom. She needs water, and she needs it like yesterday. She enters the bathroom, grimacing as she sees the toilet is locked. She's way too exhausted to even comprehend a smug thought about being right. She just hoped the person in the toilet would stay there.

Maybe you don't

A little voice in her head whispered.

Maybe you do want them to come out, and help you...

Heather shook it off. The queen bee didn't need help from anyone.

Admit it. You're weak. You need someone, it's pathetic.

The voice nagged. 'Shut up!' Heather thought, before realizing she'd said it out loud. Great. Now she's talking to herself as well as fighting invisible voices.

She fills her glass with water, taking a sip and spitting it towards her reflection. The water spattered everywhere as it hit the mirror, little flecks of white mixing in with the clear water. Heather looks away, the salty taste in her mouth was reminder enough of what just happened

Then suddenly, her entire body tensed up as she heard a very familiar voice say

'Heather?'

ooooohhh who is it??? I'm kidding you probably know already. But this fic is getting longgg so yeah see you at part 2!!!!

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