How Very - ChanSaw (Veronica Sawyer/Heather Chandler One-Shots)

Swiss army knife

Heather Chandler was very aware of what her best friend (who she coincidentally wanted to be her girlfriend) Veronica Sawyer would do for some extent of loyalty.

They would be on their way home inside Heather Duke's jeep, Veronica would stay over about an hour before walking home with a Swiss army knife.

Veronica found it in one of the cabinets in Heather's house. She took it, showed it to the blonde and Heather just nonchalantly said, "You can have it, Dad never really used stuff stocked up. Mom calls them trashbinets because of it."

Veronica laughed, "Trashbinets?"

Chandler shrugged.

"They're fucking weird, I know."

"I guess."

After an hour or so of randomly ranting and blabbing on, Veronica goes through the window of Heather's room and goes off to get some rest. Not forgetting to have the Swiss army knife twirling in her hand.

Weeks pass, Heather forgot that she even gave Veronica the damn thing. It wasn't until this scruffy looking ner-herder in a trench coat showed up in school.

Somehow, she thinks Veronica had been swept by the mysterious psycho-vibe that this kid had and Heather did not like it.

Chandler was in the bathroom facing the mirror, fixing what seems like the nonexistent flaws in her makeup. The whole group was there, too. Duke was throwing up her guts, not like Chandler actually cared. McNamara was there helping her friend from her digestive system's state. Veronica was leaning against the counter of the sinks, holding up a notebook on her left hand to support it and a black pen on her right.

She was taking precautions on what could possibly happen and was starting to forge something in the councselor's handwriting. It was a period before lunch, and although she would have preferred not to skip right now, she was quite bored right at this moment. To her, skipping was a much better option than having class with the 80% chance she'd fall asleep and still get scolded for it.

McNamara was now done assisting the girl in green and was just there, leaning against the door of the stall where Duke was fixing herself up.

"So Veronica, how're you and trench coat kid going?"

Chandler purposely made the process of her closing her eyeshadow palette so audible, it almost broke. Veronica paid no mind to it, but McNamara noticed it and she almost commented on it before thinking better of it as Chandler's eyes meet hers in the mirror.

Veronica stopped writing and Chandler swore she saw her almost scrunch her nose in disgust, but instead, Veronica widened her eyes and had the slightest tint of red on her cheeks.

"You mean th-that guy in the cafeteria that shot blanks at Kurt and Ram?"

McNamara had her mischievous smile on her face again, "His name's Jason Dean, he's in my History class."

"Yeah, and I have English with you, macaroon. So what?"

Both heads turned to Chandler who was fixing some fly aways in her hair.

McNamara still had that smirk that irked Chandler to an extent and Veronica was just staring at her with a slightly confused and slightly amused face. They revelled in silence for a while.

A flush was heard followed by a cough produced by Heather Duke and the silence was broken. When she stepped out, all eyes were on her.

"What the fuck did I do?"

Chandler scoffed and rolled her eyes.

Veronica felt the swiss army knife in her pocket become heavier. Her cheeks weren't red because of the psycho trenchcoat kid. They never would be.