*Ended Indefinitely*For the longest time(musical crossovers)

chapter 11

In case anyone was wondering I do 99% of my writing and ploy making at 3am so that's probably why none of this book make sense.

Westerburg high school (oh also every time I said school before this I meant westerburg I just hadn't come up with adding Heathers to this)
Veronica sat in one of the desks to the side of the classroom, tapping her pencil and sometimes staring at the white board filled with words. But for the most part of the period she was staring at the other side of the room where a huge window was. Not because she was doing the anime protagonist looking out the window day dreaming. She was staring at the psychopath in an outdated trenchcoat.

More like she was memorizing everything about him and may or may not have taken pictures of his sunken in face and filled her entire sheet of what was supposed to be her math work with his face.

Ya know

Normal staring

Well this obsession started about four days ago

★rewind to four days ago★

"So how did your boyfriend react when you said you were moving to Ohio?" Kurt Kelly taunted to the new strange male reading a book in front of him.

"I'm pretty sure this cafeteria has a no fags(ew gross word) allowed policy" Ram Sweeny replied, turning to Kurt, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh-"the mystery boy,whose name was Jason Dean, thought for a second," then why the fuck are you two still here?" He retorted, looking back down at his book of with a smirk. The two boys who had had half their bodies touching each other immediately jumped away from each other and continued glaring.

Have you ever been so filled with anger at someone that you just want to shoot them? Well thats exactly what JD did. He didn't really shoot them, he just pulled a gun out of his jacket and shot two blanks at the Jocks' with surprisingly good accuracy considering he never looked up from reading.

Of course, almost everyone had gotten up from their seats when that happened and ran like the exits were bathrooms and they just had taco bell.

Except for one girl. She was standing in the middle of the cafeteria, looking at him with what could only be described as utter fascination and at least slightly turned on.

The object of her fascination looked up at her and spoke. "Staring is rude." The girl walked up to him, her blue heels clicking on the tile,"It's also rude to shoot at someone" she said as she reached the table he was sitting at and leaned over it so her face was about a foot away from his. "Veronica Sawyer, and you might be?"
"Jason Dean, but I'd highly suggest just JD"
"Well 'Jason Dean but I'd highly suggest just JD', I'm now going to lowkey stalk you while I suffer through the Heathers."
"Well if you're suffering so much with them, why not just not talk to them? Or just kill them. Nothing a little drain-o can't fix."

Have you ever gotten this feeling when you have a conversation, where your stomach drops to the floor and your brain is trying to push itself out of your mouth, and you know.
I done fucked up?
Well that's how Veronica should've felt, but you see, somewhere in her genius mind, her brain decided to just put that feeling in a corner as time out for a few years. Which is partly why she got into this whole mess.