Heathers oneshots

Mcduke

T.W Mentions of eating disorders

Dukes p.o.v

I sat on a barstool in the house of Ram Sweeney, who's dad was out on a fishing trip. Whenever his dad leaves, he always takes the chance to pick the lock on the liquor cabinet, and throw a huge party. The lights were dimmed and the speakers were blaring, the sound of music shaking the house. As I sat on the stool, waiting for a chance to do something, Heather McNamara was practically running the bar, happily serving up drinks. Heather Chandler was yelling at a very drunk Veronica, as she struggled to make a simple drink. The poor girl had never been to a real party before, so she was probably caught up in the moment of all the new attention.

As Veronica struggled to make her drink, Mac chimed In to help her, "It's actually salt, then-"

"You're doing other wrong!" Heather Chandler barked at Veronica, the tone of her voice sharp and cold.

Veronica jumped, startled at the sudden noise, and spilled her glass of god knows what, all over the linoleum tile, and Chandlers skirt. The stuff was all over Heathers skirt, and it was stained with dark brown rum.

"The fuck is wrong with you?!" Chandler screeched at a very confused Veronica.

A couple kids turned their heads at the sudden drama, their eyes wide.

"Heather, relax, it's just a little spot," I responded as I tried to comfort her, "I'm sure it will-"

"Shut up, heather!" She barked back at me. "This is all your fault!"

'How the hell was this my fault?' I thought to myself. She's just really irrational when she's drunk. She doesn't even know what's going on.

Now kids were really staring. At this point Veronica has left the scene of the crime, and was now getting high with some other girls.

Normally, I would just say I'm sorry, and shut my mouth, but now that Veronica is here with us, our whole system is changing, so I might as well take the chance I'm given. I can't just live in her shadow forever.

"Just go into the damn bathroom and rinse your skirt off," I shout back at her,  "There's no need to make a big deal out of it. Stop acting like such a baby!"

I heard a few kids gasp, on whisper something to another, and even more were turned to watch our conversation.

"I'm the one acting like a baby?!" Chandler sarcastically shot back, "I'm not the one who pukes her guts up just because she can't get laid!"

McNamara gasps and whispers, "lay off, Chandler"

Heather ignores her and goes back to chewing me out. I feel my eyes start to water, and my hands shake. I stand on my toes, trying to tower over the taller girl as she inches closer, towering over me like a demon.

"That's not- it's n-not true! I-"

"Shut up!" She cuts me off, "I gave you everything you have and I can take it away just as easily."

She grabs the collar of my shirts, pulling my face towards hers.

"And if you ever talk back to me again," she said seething with rage, still tightly gripping my shirt, a smug smirk on her face, "I'll tell everyone your dirty little secret."