SMUT
( movie , request )
heather chandler laid in her robe after a long day of school and veronica, oh, fuck veronica. that stupid fuck threw up on the hallway carpet after she got her into a college party.
don't even get her started on what happened at the party.. stupid fucking david. made her feel unworthy of her title, made her feel... gullible? whatever the word was.
just before she laid down, she took a much needed—extra long, extra soapy—shower not too long ago, brushed her teeth twice.. or was it three times? whatever, as long as she removed that taste from her mouth.
she lowered her eyemask over her face—until a noise caught her attention, coming from the kitchen. did she lock the door?
she instantly raised it back on top of her messy, wet, hair, and waited, maybe it was just something falling? yeah, maybe—wait, she doesn't want anything to fall.. shit.
whatever, that was a problem for her in the morni—
footsteps approached her room. oh shit, maybe it wasn't something falling.
" heather? " heather called out, sitting up. " is that you? "
she stood up and walked to her nightstand, to grab something incase it was someone dangerous breaking into her house.
" no, would you rather it be heather? " a male voice called out from the doorframe.
her head snapped towards her doorframe. jason 'jd' dean—veronica's boyfriend or whatever—was standing there, his hands in his trenchcoat pockets.
" what are you doing here? " heather groaned. " you broke into my house, thats a crime, y'know. and aren't you dating veronica? why are you at my house? "
jason just smirked, that stupid smirk made heather want to bash his head into the wall. " we aren't really dating, its not official, y'know. and, i was just taking a walk, and thought 'why don't i come by?' you left the back door open. "
oh shit, was he going to murder her or something?
" are you trying to rob me or kill me? " she said, taking slow steps back.
he chuckled. that made her want to hurt him more. do people think pretty girls cant fight if needed? because she can.
" i'm not trying to hurt—or rob—you, i was just bored. " he reassured, taking slow steps closer to her.
" get any closer and i'll hurt you, " bash his head into the wall, grab her lamp and hit him with it.
jason put his hands up in surrender, " no need to get aggressive, doll. "
doll? who does he think he is giving her these stupid pet names? is he trying to hook up with her?
she calmed down, sitting down on her bed. though she still didnt entirely trust him in her room, he probably is going to try something.
he invited himself into her room, well, it wasn't like he didn't invite himself into her house. he sat on the bed next to her, that same fucking smirk still present on his face.
