Veronica x Heather C (chainsaw)

2.Drain Cleaner and Regret

Veronica's POV

As Heather took the cup fro my slight trembling hands, a few droplets fell onto my skirt. The droplets were blue, but the prairie oyster was a light creamy color.....

I reach up and snatch the mug from Heather's hands, spilling half of its contents on Heather's red, silk nightgown. She looks at me in anger, and surprise. She looks down to inspect the liquid. 

"Veronica! What are you doing?! " She shrieks, she lifts up her sleeve and stares at the blue substance. 

"This isn't my prairie oyster! Is this, " She delicately sniffs the liquid, "DRAIN CLEANER!?" She yells. 

"Care to explain?" She asks, 

"I-... wh-, Wel-" I start, stumbling, I stand up slowly.

"Were you trying to murder me?!" She accuses angrily. 

I turn my head to J.D., who I realize is behind all of this. I turn my head, forgetting about Heather.

"J.D! I didn't think you were actually going to try and kill her!" I yell, furious

"I didn't! I swear, I grabbed the wrong cup." He says, trying to defend himself.

"Yeah right! You were joking about killing her like 5 minutes ago." I scream.

I notice that he has a mug in his hands, "Why didn't you tell me that I brought the wrong cup?!" 

"You said you hated her! " He shouts as if not understanding

"She is my best friend!" 

"And you worst enemy."

"Same difference!"

Heather clears her throat, "I'm still here, why don't you two take it outside?" 

I grab J.D's wrist, taking him to the backyard, which is full of red roses, and purple hyacinths. (That reference was for you, Saughfia)

Heather's POV

I look at the two figures screaming outside my window. I want to go outside and defend Veronica. But.. why? Didn't she want to kill me?

I shake my head, these feelings are too complicated to sort out. 

From the window, I hear little snippets of the ongoing argument. 

"you hate Hea-"

"you pyschop-"

I try to drown out their arguments, covering my ears, but I can still hear them. 

"Young love," I mutter to myself,

I walk over to where the mug is, still full of blue liquid. I pick it up gently and leave it on my creamy white dresser. I pick up my sleeve, the strong smell of the blue liquid staining the nightgown permeate.  I scowl, this is the second time Veronica has ruined my clothing. First with puke, now with drain cleaner. 

I stare out the window, it seems Veronica lost the argument because J.D was nowhere to be found, and Veronica has sunk to her knees in shame. She covers her face with her hands and started sobbing. She tries brushing her messy brown curls from her face, but it keeps bouncing back. She reaches for her scrunchie, but it isn't there.

She makes her way to the door, slamming it with a thud. 

She reenters my room, crumpling on the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest, defeated. 

Author's Note

Hi! Thank you again for reading!I'll try and update more lengthy chapters, but for now, I'm just going to have shorter chapters.