I Know you

Cheerleading Championships

      In the morning, Veronica woke up and remembered last night. JD came back to her. A smile tugged at her lips as she thought about him. Veronica headed to the shower  and hummed. She turned her head and noticed a shadow in her home. Thinking it was her own, the writer walked into the bathroom and undressed.
       After awhile, Veronica checked her phone and looked at the time. It was almost time for  her to go to Heather's cheer competition. She heard a cough and yelped. She turned and noticed JD looking at her with a cocky grin on his face.
             "Jason what the hell!" She snapped looking at him angrily.
            "Ronica the door was open. So I let myself in," her killer shrugged and raised his hands in a surrender motion,"besides. I ran into the other Heather. The cheerleader. She recognized me and asked me to come. I don't think she knows what I did to her friend."
          "If you know what's good for you," Veronica paused,"you won't tell her. Having to know I helped you kill Chandler isn't the easiest in the world to cope with."
       JD frowned and nodded to himself as he looked around her room. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Veronica looked at him and looked at the glasses. He had them on yesterday but she thought they looked a little odd on him.
             "People age Ronica," JD said noticing the look on her face,"I'm still the same guy."
             "That's terrifying," Veronica mused looking at him,"so do you want to come?"
             "Why not? I mean cheer is hell but why not," he smirked.
       JD hummed a little as his eyes traced Veronica. She looked down and rubbed her neck unsure of what her killer was trying to look for. She stood up and started to head outside. JD followed her outside seemingly completely calm. Veronica stepped into the car and frowned. She opened the glove compartment and yelped. A small piece of paper fell out. The writing on the paper was similar to JD's.
She flinched and dropped the paper before running out of the car. JD followed her and Veronica ran to the cafe. She pulled out her phone and called Heather Duke for a ride. JD continued to run after her but soon stopped after she entered the cafe. He frowned and took a small step towards it. His eyes gleamed a little as he opened the door. Veronica didn't notice him as she ordered a coffee. The barista smiled but then frowned handing her a note.
'Recognize the HandWriting. You're next Veronica. It'll be soon to have your head and the others on my wall' Veronica yelled and dropped the note. She ran outside and held herself. She was losing it. JD was going to kill her and that was that. He never changed. He's still the same cold hearted killer. Heather came by in a small hunter green Honda Civic. Veronica stepped inside feeling sick. She wondered if she'd survive the cheer competition. She glanced over at Heather.
"Thanks," she said meekly and kept her eyes to the floor of the car.
"No problem. Now let's get to that championship. Then we can all go out for a beer or something like it," Heather smirked playfully.
She looked up seeing JD but assumed he was someone else. Thinking he caused Veronica a panic, she flipped him off and drove off without another word.
Veronica closed her eyes and curled up as she tried to forget the words on the note. She tried to forget JD as well. He brought her back into a world of hell and murder. She couldn't live through that again. Veronica felt a hand on her shoulder and she tensed a little. She glanced over at Heather who was frowning. Veronica tried her best to pull on a classic yet subtle smile.
"We're here Ronica. Let's go cheer for our girl," Duke smiled.
Upon entering the performance center, Veronica looked up at the lights and smiled. She looked towards the stage grinning to herself. It was nice to be in it. She noticed Heather on the stage practicing with her team. Veronica waved as did Duke. The two found their seats and noticed one beside Veronica was reserved for someone. A guest of honour. Why would that be. Whoever it was though was hopefully into the sport. Not paying any mind to the seat, Veronica looked forward.
            She watched as the performance began. She never got the gist of cheerleading but she liked watching the acrobatics of it. Veronica felt someone sit to the right of her.
                    "It's cool isn't it?" JD asked and looked at her.
           She glared at him once then turned to face forward. JD frowned and reached for her hand. Veronica slapped him away as her mind drifted from the program to the notes. She shook her head as she stared forward again.
                   "Ronica it wasn't my note," he mumbled,"I just wanted to make sure that you were. You know. Okay? And I wanted to check on Heather."
           As the competition continued, Veronica was at full focus on the show as she tried to ignore JD. It was soon Heather's team that was about to perform. JD grinned and began to cheer. Veronica and Heather Duke turned to look at him. Veronica looked down and sighed to herself from embarrassment. JD stopped and growled. He noticed someone and stood up. Veronica watched him carefully.
          A scream rang out from someone in the audience. Veronica looked and noticed someone running towards Heather on the stage gun in hand. JD noticed and ran after the figure with his own gun. Heather McNamara screamed as she ducked out of the way. She went out again and went to protect her teammates from the chaos. JD snarled and made sure the others were safe from harm. The cheerleaders ran off and helped most of the audience out to safety. The figure with the gun saw one Heather and shot her in the kneecap. He turned seeing Veronica and aimed at her head. JD snarled and kicked the gun out of the figures hand before taking Veronica and Heather out to safety.

            A week later after the ambush, Veronica wrote about her experience. Heather Duke was in the hospital with Heather McNamara visiting her. Veronica knew however that it would be the first of many and multiple horrifying events.  She looked down at her notebook and noticed the killer's note again. She frowned.
          "I'll be ready for you next time. Whoever you are," she mumbled.