My Crappy Heathers Oneshots (Requests Closed)

Heather McNamara x Reader pt. 2

people really seemed to like the first one, so why not make a sequel?
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Y/N POV

After a week of painstakingly waiting for prom to happen, it's finally only a day away. This past week, Heather's been really trying to get close to me, trying to get unusually close to me. She was never like this to her previous partners, why was she giving me all the attention? I was by far the least popular person she's dated. Maybe it's because of what's happened to Kurt. What if that green slut Heather Duke put her up to this? I'll never really know for sure, so I'll just enjoy this while it lasts.

Ring!

Did I really spend my whole calculus class daydreaming about Heather McNamara? That's a first. I never really knew I had it in me to actually find romantic interest in someone. Getting to know Heather has it's benefits and disadvantages, now whenever I walk through the sea of people trying to get to my next class people greet me...with "Heather's little whore". I guess I'm popular now.

"Hey, cutie. Where're you going?" Heather M's sweet, angelic voice chirped.

"Oh, nowhere, just literature." I smiled at her dully, not the best acting but I couldn't really focus right now.

"I feel for you, Ms.Flemming's kinda' a prick," She stated, it was normal of her to say such opinionated statements. She always has lots to say about people. She glanced at me and finally took the hint that I was acting strange. "Honey, what's wrong? You seem off, you should be excited for tomorrow!"

"I know, it's just I have something on my mind that I can't really shake."

"What is it? You know you can trust me, Honey."

"I don't really want to talk about it."

"Well if you say so." She stopped me in the middle of the hall and leaned in for a kiss, "Wanna speak now?"

"Do you really like me or are you only dating me because of Duke? I know it sounds really nosy but I just want to know the truth-" And she went in for another kiss on the lips, this time she stayed there for a bit longer, but it felt empty. But it was just me, right?

"Do I look like I don't like you?" She asked, a bit of sass laced in her sweet, charming voice as she fixed my hair.

It was something about being kissed in front of a couple hundred people in a hallway that made me say, "Nope!". But something in me wanted to say "Yeah," so badly.
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Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, it's prom night. Heather picked me up from my house in her yellow Volkswagen with Heather Duke and some rando guy making out in the back seat. Honestly, that'd be much better than always having to think about whether your girlfriend genuinely loves you or not.

The gym looked underwhelming to say the least, but at least they had some (favourite music) playing int the background. The only thing they did to decorate this year was dim the lights and put up some sparkly streamers with a sign that said 'PROM NIGHT!!!'. Festive.

"I'll go and grab some punch." Heather left to get two solo cups full of blue drink. "Wonder what flavour this is!" Drain cleaner.

I was kinda' jealous looking at all the other couple on the dancefloor, They look so happy while swaying to some crappy pop songs. Heather stood up, "You wanna do the honours of dancing with me?" She stretched out her slim right arm, hoping I would grab it. Of course I did. I just had to dance with her. I took her hand and started swaying to the music.

"What's cooking, Westerburg?!" A host suddenly shouted into a microphone that was a tad too loud. "I'm sure this has been a really good night, huh? I see you guys making out under the bleachers, really getting some, ay?" Gross. "Okay, I'll cut the crap, let's get to the moment we've been waiting for, this years prom king is," Everyone suddenly turned to this random quarterback, now that Ram and Kurt were gone, someone had to replace them. "Kennedy Benson!" The students all roared in excitement, many clapping, many cheering. "And this year's prom queen is," It surely had to be Heather Duke, if it wasn't, she'd have a tantrum and the people would have something else to deal with. "Heather McNamara!"

My eyes darted towards the blonde and she was just as shocked as I was. But the weird thing about this was that Heather Duke had a smirk plastered across her face. Not a gigantic frown. Heather went up on stage with the quarterback and they were given their crown and tiara. "You guys should kiss!" A familiar voice echoed throughout the gym. It was Heather Duke. The whole school started to chant "Kiss, kiss, kiss!" I was livid, both the quarterback and Heather had a significant other, why would they force-

And then they kissed.

A/N: Well that wasn't a good ending.