"Fuck you." Veronica ruffled her hair in a towel she'd picked up from out of the shower and pulled some clothes on. The lake was kind of freezing cold at 7:30 pm but you know, Heather didn't care. She just hummed in response.
"When and where?" Heather didn't make eye contact. She just stared at the ceiling with the most smug expression.
"Shut up. I'm taking the bed."
"No. You're not." Heather eyed her fingernails.
"Yes i—"
"Let's just watch a movie." Heather rubbed her temple to signify her desire to keep an argument from happening. Strange, she was always up for some random shit involving infuriating Veronica.
"Okay..?" As expected, Veronica raised a brow in confusion.
"Listen I'm not here for your bullshit right now, okay?" She rubbed her temple again. "That's all."
"Well now I know that isn't all."
"Shut up, Veronica." Heather made her way to the restroom, Her reddish blonde curls bouncing as she walked.
Little did she know, Veronica was sneaking behind, you know, like a pervert. The door Heather slammed shut nearly crushed her toes but somehow she survived. Veronica was overall pretty calm about the little mission she was putting herself on as she snuck into the closet that was attached to the restroom. Maybe she could mess with Heather's shampoo or something. Veronica pondered in the dark for a few minutes.
All was well, until the shower turned on and Heather began to strip.
A gasp escaped Veronica, obviously, but she slammed her hand over her mouth to mute the sound. Oh god if Heather found out about this she would die any second. It would be worse than when she vomited all over her shoes in sophomore year. That was Veronica's first party, since no freshman's ever got to celebrate anything.
Heather was relatively oblivious. Well, relatively as stated. You see, any minute now Veronica would be covered in a red tint. Dark red. Crimson. Any ideas why? 3, 2, 1,
"Like what you see, pervert?" Heather untied a scrunchie she'd put in earlier. Afterward she whipped her head around to make eye contact with the culprit.
"I- er, its not l-like that.!" Veronica stammered. Oh she was the kid who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
Chandler just bent down to hold her knee as she cackled.
"Oh god! The look on your face- I was originally just gonna crucify you or something but that's," She paused for air. "That's priceless!"
"N-no it's, I'm not-" Veronica couldn't make a full sentence.
"We agreed that we weren't together or anything, don't be such a pussy, I'm not serious." Heather toned down but she still had a wide grin on her face. "But still, get the fuck out I need to shower."
Why was that so shaking for Veronica? Girls see other naked girls all the time. Was it Heather's, um, attributes? Yeah. It definitely was. Actually, no- yeah it was. She shouldn't lie to herself.
"Fuck!" Veronica scratched her head and let it tick as she crunched her knees up into a fetal position outside of the door. Her back slid down it and she breathed. The red on her face was dimming.
"Me!" A sultry voice spoke from the other side of the door. There awaited a half naked Heather hidden only by the thin towel wrapped around her. She looked pissed and amused at the same time. "I told you to go away. Shoo!" The door slammed shut again.
Veronica just couldn't catch a break.
"You wanna play drunk truth or dare after?" She shouted through the door hoping Heather could still hear her because of how loud the shower was.
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Denial: A Chansaw Story
FanfictionA nervous Veronica Sawyer takes her chance when she is given the option to help out the most popular girls at school. Who knows what could happen? Except, she doesn't really like her life as a Heather. Could Heather Chandler change that? Or make it...
