js another JD fanfic

Intro

                                     It was September, I'm now three and a half weeks into my senior year of high school. Moving schools the very last year of  my high school career was far from ideal. Such a lame, cliche, new girl on the block story; my parents decided to move a few towns over from where we were originally: Auburn, Ohio to Sherwood, Ohio. They really think taking a three hour drive counts as a "fresh start". "If you're going to strip me away from all of my friends, you better make it nice and dramatic." I've told them before, "Because now taking a three hour drive to hangout with them is more of a burden than anything; we won't ever see each other!" But that doesn't matter; not to this story. 

                                    Last week I was introduced to a group of girls, they call themselves "The Heathers". The introduction was not a good one; as I was walking in the halls looking down at my feet as per usual, (I think making all new friends my last year of high school is a complete waste of time, especially because I want to move to Oregon and go to school there once I graduate) I bumped into a girl dressed to the nines in red. She looked at me as if I was a zombie: the full flaccid jaw, textured bumps of blood and puss riddling my skin, dead eyes clouded with a pearlescent shade, brains and skin caught in my rotted canines; in other words, disgusting. She had a whiny, shrieking tone to her voice, "Watch it, neanderthal!" She said looking me up and down with a snarl. I remember looking up at her and wondering why someone would be blessed with all that beauty, yet already be so irritating? I continued looking at her instead of standing up for myself, and her other (what I can safely assume are) minions scoff. They all matched in their monochromatic outfits; one wearing green and the other in yellow. They walked away shortly thereafter, making sure I knew I "stepped out of line". "Sorry about them," A pretty girl with short and curly brown hair said, "They peaked in middle school, people still think they're completely relevant. Im Veronica Sawyer; and those are 'The Heathers'." She held her hand out for me to shake it. I did, then said, "Is that so? I had no idea," I laughed, "I'm y/n. Nice to meet you, Veronica."

She laughed in return, "Unfortunately, at times, I'm friends with them. I say at times because, it seems it's only convenient to hangout with them when they want something; well mainly Heather Chandler, the walking tampon." She said between her teeth. I laughed, "The one in yellow, thats Heather McNamara; she's actually really cool but I can tell she's just too afraid to stand up to Heather Chandler. And the one in green is Heather Duke; she's quiet but I know she'd get Ms. Chandler back in a heartbeat if the chance arose, she's always at her throat for god knows why."

I nod along to her introductions, "Interesting. As much as I appreciate the rundown, I don't think I'll ever give myself the pleasure of being in their company again."

Veronica huffed a laugh, "I don't blame y'a. Anyways it was nice to meet you. I don't think I've seen you before? You're not a sophomore, right?"

"No, senior. But I just moved here; first year."

"Ah, cool. Moved from where?"

"Auburn. A literal three hour drive from here."

"Oh really? I'd love to hear the story, but I have to get to class. See you later y/n?"

"Sure." Then we went our separate ways with a smile. I walked down the hall and got halfway up the stairs by the time the bell rang. I cursed under my breath then rushed to my next class, physics.

                              This is one class that isn't a total drag for me; mainly because theres this total babe that sits 2 rows ahead. I'm lucky if I catch a glimpse of his face, but the back of his head is just as suave. I've inconveniently never caught his name, because I'm busy being far too anxious to hear my own. As I step into the decently sized classroom, the teacher says an awkwardly loud, "And how are you today, Ms. l/n?" I awkwardly flash my teeth and pop a thumb into the air and move toward my seat. I purposely make eye contact with the handsome boy and he raises and eyebrow and smiles at me. I'm sure it was pure sympathy for the awkward introduction, but we'll keep telling my mind it was because he thinks I'm terribly hot and wants to get in my-