Heathers Oneshots

Prom - Mcduke

Guys I got fed up with the letters so yeah

H - C - A

TW: Transphobia (gdamn Chandler) and gender dysphoria

Heather Duke was nervous. Very nervous. It was prom night, and memories of last year came flooding involuntarily like a tidal wave, threatening to wash her away. Heather Mcnamara, her girlfriend, noticed the change in her breathing and gently squeezed her hand.

'It's gonna be okay Heather, Chan has matured, she wouldn't pull something like that again.' A small snicker came from the blonde girl.

'Veronica wouldn't even let her think about it anyways.' Duke nodded, but everything in her screamed to stay away from the school, to go back home and cuddle with Mac all night and eat candy until their stomachs hurt. But Heather was right... Right? She wouldn't do this again... She wouldn't. Not after seeing her reaction last time.

She took a deep breath. At least she got to see her girlfriend in her cheer costume. The sheer thought of that made her cheeks flush a crimson red.

'I gotta go now pretty girl, I'll see you on the tribune?' Mac pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, and Heather nodded in response. She watched the blonde cheerleader skip away, her yellow sundress bouncing. She took another deep breath, walking towards Veronica... and Heather Chandler.

'Hi guys' she smiled nervously, not missing the pointed look Veronica gave her girlfriend. The way Heather was looking at her made her feel small, so small. She just wished to disappear, but that wasn't an option.

She observed the way Heather was looking at her. She had the same smug look on her face as last year, her mouth pulled up in a small smirk. A face that indicated she knew something you didn't. And you weren't going to like whatever that was once you found out. Since Heather had connections everywhere, she always already knew the prom royalty, and it was a piece of cake to rig the competition with her money and power. Like she had done last year.. No. No, don't think about that right now. Her thoughts got interrupted by Veronica snapping her fingers in front of Heather's face, catching her attention.

'You coming? The cheerleaders are about to start, you wouldn't want to miss that huh?' She teased, but Heather didn't mind. At least seeing her girlfriend perform her cheer routine was gonna take her mind off everything... for a little while at least.

They walked into the gym, taking a seat at the tribune and waiting for the show to start. After what seemed like an eternity, the cheer squad started their routine. Heather watched intently, mesmerized by the movements of her girlfriend and her cheerleaders. They ended in a human pyramid, Mac on top for a minute before jumping down. Heather held her breath, worried about her girlfriend, even though she's seen her practice this thousands of times. Heather ended it off with a high kick and a wink that seemed reserved for her and her only. She quickly had to cross her legs to hide the arousal peeking through her emerald green cocktail dress. Veronica noticed, because of course she did. She gave her a knowing look, wiggling her eyebrows, which earned her a playful shove, Heather's cheeks a bright red. Veronica chuckled, causing Chandler to roll her eyes.

Mac smiled, waving at Heather, who flushed bright red.

'I- I gotta go to the bathroom bye!' Veronica didn't even attempt to hide her snort at Heather's clear distress, which earned her a slap from Heather Chandler. She, unlike Veronica, was actually dressed appropriately for prom in her red dress. Veronica was just wearing a blouse and a skirt, against Heather's protests.

Heather Duke sprinted into the bathroom, not bothering to enter a stall and instead just leaning against the wall, her head echoing a 'thud' as it hit it. She felt hot tears streaming down her face as all the pressure of today finally came crashing down on her. She pulled at her dress, trying desperately to hide the now very obvious bump in it. Why did she wear such a tight dress again? Chandler. Goddamn Chandler, it's always Chandler! Why? Why does she hate her so much? She tried looking up instead, but that caused her eyes to meet the mirror. She didn't want to look at her face, tears streaming down her cheeks and washing away the makeup she so carefully applied this morning. Shit. She slid down against the wall until she was sitting down on the cold hard floor, using her hands to try and muffle her now very loud sobs. When that didn't work either, she buried her face in her knees. Trailing her hands through her hair in the soothing motion Mac always did, undoing the curls her girlfriend had professionally put in her hair this morning in the process, but it didn't work. Of-fucking-course it didn't work.