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Dead girl walking

(A/N: I know that I've already written a Creed x Blake one shot, but I've had the HEATHERS MUSICAL STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR DAYS NOW! Now I'm warning you this is a lemon. If you ain't into that, then escape while you still can! This is gonna be a song fic, and both Creed & Blake are singing. The song is called 'Dead Girl Walking' from my all time fave musical, Heathers. I highly recommend that you watch the musical and the red movie! If you have watched the movie, then Pearl is Heather Chandler, Blake is Veronica and Creed is JD. Now enough from me, lets get started!

Third pov

Pearl stormed up to Blake, who was having a hard time stand up. "Whats your damage, Blake!? Brad says you're being a real kuse, yoi." Pearl hissed. Blake turned her eyes up to Pearl, "Pearl, I feel really sick, like I'm gonna throw up, so can we please jam now?" Blake begged. Pearl put on a shocked look, mixed with anger, "No! Hell no!" Before Blake could snap back at Pearl, all she could do, was vomit all over Pearls shoes.

*mini timeskip*

Blake stormed out, with Pearl chasing after her. Blake left the party, and found herself in a alleyway that had a burning trash can near by. Blake heard the door slam, and saw Pearl glaring at her, her fists balled.

"You stupid fuck, yoi!" Pearl hisses. "You god-damn bitch!" Blake hisses back. "'You were nothing before you met me, yoi. You were playing Barbies with Nico Fleur, yoi. You were a bluebird. You were a Brownie. You were a Girl-Scout cookie. I got you into a Remington party, yoi! What's my thanks? It's on the hallway carpet! I got paid in puke!" Pearl growls. "Lick it up, baby, lick it up!" Blake snapped. If Blake's stare could kill, Allastor Pearl would be dead. "Monday morning, you're history...I'll tell everyone about tonight. Transfer to Washington. Transfer to Jefferson. No-one at New World's gonna let you play their reindeer games, yoi."

Before Blake could say another retort, Pearl had already spun on her vomit stained heels, and trotted off. Blake was suddenly stunned, but soon felt anger, and annoyance.

'You know what? Fuck her.'

Blake stormed off into the night, her hormones kicking into an angry overdrive. The world under her feet was gonna crumble if Blake stomped hard enough.

(Blake)

"The demon Queen of high school has decreed it."

"She says Monday 8am I'll be deleted."

"They'll hunt me down in study hall."

"Stuff & mount me on the wall."

"30 hours to live, how shall I spend them?"

"I don't have to stay & die like cattle."

"I can change my name, and ride up to Seattle."

"But I don't own a motorbike-"

But then, Blake suddenly stopped outside a house, and instantly recognised a motorbike sitting outside a house. A single light was on at the top window, and Blake could clearly see right into it. Inside, she saw Creed, taking his shirt off, and getting ready for bed. Blake looked around, and knew that it was only him home. A idea popped into her head.

"Here's an option that I like."

"Spend these 30 hours getting..freaky!"