My Demon Queen (M! Reader x Possessive H. Chandler)

Chapter Two - Heathers

12:51 PM, Biology is about to
Start...

"Veronica, Biology's about to start!"
(y/n) said. Veronica didn't listen and just entered the CR like no one warned her. The Male Jock just sighed and patiently waited for his friend to get out of the hellish Comfort Room.
The two of them had a Hall Pass, just in case that they'd be late. Veronica had a stomach ache. Maybe she ate something bad.

"Hmmm, Veronica's taking so long.
Goddamn It." (Y/n) cursed, glancing at the small piece of paper on his big and
strong hands. He sighed again, getting a little impatient about what's happening. He doesn't really wanna be late on his first day of Biology.

-

Heather Duke vomited in the toilet.
She was suffering from Bullemia Nervosa. It has been like, hours since they stayed there because of this problem.

"You should see a Doctor Heather"
Heather McNamara said, concern
coating her very sweet voice. Duke
vomit once more.

"Yeah Heather, maybe I should."
Duke said, finally giving up and threw
up once more. McNamara hissed and looked back at Chandler.. who's doing her lipstick.

-

"ah, Heather, Heather and..."
came the voice of Missus Fleming.
Everybody stopped dead, except (Y/n)
outside, who had a hall pass. Heather
Duke threw up once more.
"....and Heather."

"You know it's late. Why are the three of you out here?" Mrs. Fleming asked again. Duke continued vomiting and McNamara was calming her down.

"Heather wasn't feeling well.
Were helping her."

As if on cue, Veronica goes outside the toilet she used with a piece of paper on her hand.

"uh, Missus Fleming?" called Veronica.
"four of us are out... but we have
hall passes!"

Mrs. Fleming read the whole
forge of a hall pass and actually BELIEVED IT.

"hmm, I see." Mrs. Fleming wondered over the made up hall pass and looked at Veronica and to the three Heathers.
"Hurry up and get where you're going."

-

"Hmmm, excellent forgery..
who are you?" Heather Chandler
asked. Veronica smiled nervously.

"Veronica... Sawyer" handing out a hand. Instead of laughing, Heather actually shook hands with her.
"I - I uhm, ca----"

" can you join my clique?" ugh, that annoying ass (but sexy) smirk again.
The girl with the scarf nodded and sweat bullets.

"Before you answer, I also do report cards, etc ----"

"Prescription Papers?" asked Heather Duke, but was immediately cut off by Heather Chandler... who actually got
a plan for her.

"Shut up Heather!"

"Sorry Heather!" said the green Heather. McNamara was just there,
silently standing. That's when Chandler amaze.

"Well, for a greasy little nobody...
you do have a good bone structure."

"and your face is symmetrical, don't forget that" added Heather McNamara, who was cheering with glee.

"Of course you can stand to lose some pounds." Heather Duke said, staring straight to the entrance where (Y/n)'s
broad shoulder was seen.

"Hey, 'Ronica. Are you okay?" asked (Y/n), who was waiting for her outside. "If you're not, I can carry you to the clinic. You're light."

Veronica blushed.

"oh, well isn't it (Y/n) Todd, Westerburg's most handsome jock"
Heather Duke started, she felt Chandler was blushing, just hearing his voice.

"I'm actually okay (Name Initial) A."
Veronica announced, slightly walking
to him. "You don't gotta worry, though."

Veronica said something.
"I guess... see you later, Heather?"
Chandler replied with a smirk and a thumbs up from the other two.

-

Chandler and the other Heathers were heading out to their next class.
Duke went out first, then McNamara,
leaving Chandler as the last one.

She smirked, thinking about (Y/n).
What'd feel to have their lips connected. Actually, what Heather Chandler is feeling is beyond dangerous. She doesn't just wanna fuck (Y/n)... she wants to have something more with him.

Heather Chandler went out and saw (Y/n) Todd sitting by himself, writing to himself on his book of life. She smirked.

"Oh, hi Heather." he simply greet.
Heather felt her heart flutter.
"Come, take a sit. You're friends are over there with 'Ronica.. obsessing with her face and body."

(Y/n) chuckled, like he wasn't afraid to the mythic demon queen slash bitch in front of him, which made her smile.

"So much for helping Duke with her sickness eh?" (y/n) teased... Heather Chandler never really minded. Like,
they were just best buds. I hope so..

"Wow, I expected you to blush around me" Heather Chandler said, her smirk getting wider. (Y/n) looked up to her and gave a smirk.

"said the girl who blushed earlier with my silly smirk" he laughed off.

"I didn't" she denied.
"that was my make up."

"I don't expect you to put as much blush like that... of as much make up
like that." (Y/n) said, closing his journal and looked at Heather Chandler.

"How so?" she dared to ask.
(Y/n) threw a very sly and flirtous  smirk... well, as she assumes to be.

"Why?" (y/n) asked. He stood up
and touched her chin to make her
look up to him.
"because you're already beautiful.."