My Crappy Heathers Oneshots (Requests Closed)

Heather McNamara x Reader pt.3

wasn't planning on writing a part 3, but as requested by @just_Diana5  i WILL be writing a part three :3

wowza, two chapters in one day.

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And then they kissed.

The scene played in slow motion, it was the longest few seconds of my life. My prom date, she was kissing someone else. It was never meant to happen like this right? McNamara was never supposed to be prom queen, that boy was Duke's date after all. That bitch Duke had to have a hand in this somehow, right? I'm gonna go beat her up. Just one night without her interfering, one night. Is that too much to ask?

Wait...

Why was McNamara kissing that quarterback? Was she doing this consensually? Did she do this on purpose? Did Duke finally get to her? Or was she in on it and messing with me? No, it can't be. She was such a sweet person, she couldn't have done this on purpose. I'm spiralling out of control, don't think too much about it, (Y/N). Just relax. And after what seemed like hours, the two finally stopped kissing. 

"McNamara..." I muttered to myself quietly, nobody could hear me, my voice was drowned out by the loud shouting and cheering. The names 'Heather' and 'Kennedy' were ringing through the gym, everyone's eyes were glued onto them, my eyes trailed to them both too. She looked at me, I think she was half-expecting me to be happy for her, she was smiling. But as soon as she saw my glassy eyes, the guilt finally came crashing. I shifted my view somewhere else, I couldn't bare to look at her in the eyes.

"Hey, (Y/N)." Her infamous smirk was stretched from one ear to another, Heather Duke was right in front of me, I could feel her eyes trailing down, inspecting me from head to toe.

"Aww, are you crying?" She donned her fakest face of pity, "Guys, look! (Y/N)'s gonna' cry, aren't you?" I wanted to punch her fake plastic nose into her face so bad.

"(Y/N), your mascara isn't going to get any better with tears on your face." She snickered to herself, soon the whole gym of students were laughing at me, some teachers were too. This night was going wrong in more ways than one, I just want to go home. 

"Can everyone just shut the fuck up!" McNamara's voice echoed through the large room, everyone grew quiet. The music and the loud whirring of the air conditioners were the only things you could hear. The tension was dense, you could cut it with a knife. With hot tears streaming down my cheeks like waterfalls, I slowly turned to face her, Heather McNamara. Her name made my lips form a scowl. She was the one I used to proudly show off to my friends, she was the one I used to brag about going to prom with. Now, she's just some girl I used to love, just like all the others. 

My swollen eyes met hers, "I'm done with this, I really am. Can we just spend the rest of the night in peace? No conflict? No drama?" She paused to take a breath, "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I get if you don't forgive me for ruining what was supposed to be one of the best nights us teenagers will ever have, I shouldn't have kissed him." She took of her prom queen tiara, she held the delicate and bedazzled piece of cheap plastic and rhinestones. "I don't deserve this, neither do any of you." She said as she dropped it onto the stage and crushed it with her heels. All of the girls gasped in unison.

"I'm so, so, sorry, (Y/N)."