Modern!Heathers: Part Two

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This chapter is dedicated to MichaelMarshmellow because I need to prove a point to them

  Veronica checked her phone. She'd given JD her number, and he'd told her to meet at the 7/11 by school. Just her luck, too. The Heathers were demanding Corn Nuts for the homecoming party they were heading to.

  4:30 pm

  JD had promised to be here by now, so Veronica went in, wandered the aisles until she saw a dark figure walk in.

  "Veronica!" He said rather happily upon seeing her.

  "This is really romantic, Dason Jean. A 7/11 for a first date. I mean, sushi and slushies!" Veronica teased, stepping toward him.

  "I wouldn't trash it until you try it. Getting brain freezes off of sweet frozen slush is rather satisfying." The boy said, making his way near the slushy machine.

  "Blue raspberry will always be one of my favorites." He filled up a cup and paid for it, though JD didn't seem like a kid who paid for things. He took a long sip, walking with her to find Corn Nuts. "Ah!"

  "What?" Veronica turned around.

  "Brain freeze. Try it." He offered, and Veronica took a long sip.

  She pressed her fingers against her temples. "Oh, son of a b-" she was cut off by the Heathers honking their car horn. "Well I'd better get moving." She said, taking a package of Corn Nuts. "See you around, JD." She said, leaning up to kiss him.

JD's eyes widened as the girl hurried out. Damn.

(THE HOMECOMING PARTAY)

Loud dance music blared from the speakers as drunken teenagers shuffled on the floor. Veronica was higher than a kite, and when Ram and Kurt offered her a joint, she gladly took a hit.

"Martha?" Veronica asked, noticing her friend walk in.

"Hey Veronica! You don't look too good, your eyes are all red and-" and Martha was cut off by the Heathers.

"Martha Dump Truck had the courage to show her face?" Duke mused.

"Yeah, and I brought sparkling cider!" The innocent girl chirped.

  "Martha, can we show you something?" McNamara taunted, leading the poor girl to the pool.

  "W-why did you bring me here, Heather?" Martha asked, fidgeting with her sweater's hem.

  The cruel, yellow-donning girl smirked, and pushed the girl into the pool, her glasses flying off in the push.

  "He-Heather! Veronica! Anyone! I can't swim! This is the de-the deep end!" The girl helplessly shouted, but nobody came to her aid.

  That night, Martha Dunstock drowned.

LET US FINISH THE STORY THERE BECAUSE OTHERWISE I WOULD HAVE TO WRITE THE EVER HORRIFYING DEAD GIRL WALKING...SCENE.

SORRY KIDS I WILL GIVE YOU HAMILTON NEXT OKAY OKAY

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