Veronica bolted upright and fumbled for the lamp on her nightstand. She frantically moved her hand around and managed to knock it over, sending glass shards everywhere.
She heard scuffling and the ceiling light flickered on.
There he was, the one and only, Jason Dean, her sociopathic ex-boyfriend with a Slurpee addiction in addition to a god complex. Great! Just great.
"Get out of my house! You are not real!" JD laughed.
"I'm real, darling." Veronica snorted.
"Yeah, sure, sure. You blew up right in front of our highschool, but Lucifer let you out for a little field trip. Okay!"
JD frowned.
"Stop being an ass. I'm here, and I'm real! Okay?"
"If...If you're real, then that means I can do this!" She suddenly kneed him in the crotch and sent him sprawling backward into the wall. Veronica reached for the baseball bat she had hidden under her bed in a fit of paranoia that now proved useful.
"Shitshitshitshitshitshit-" She heard JD whisper just before she swung and hit right on target.
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Seventeen | A Heathers Fanficiton
FanfictionThe slurpee fucker's back; it's time to slurp shit and die.
