I found Heather exiting the bathroom. "perfume?" I offer. She stands waiting. I quickly spray her neck and her shoes where I could see a slight stain from Veronica's vomit.
"that little bitch, after everything I did for her" Heather grumbles. A guy walks up with a plastic cup. He offers it to Heather, and she snatches it, chugging it in one go.
"come Monday, she's dead" she says with a hiccup, crushing the cup in her hand. the boy who offered the drink gives me a confused look. I smile and quickly take the cup in his other hand. I push it in to Heather's.
"you need another drink" I say. she drinks that one too. It's not long before we're in the car, driving back to her house. I help her climb the stairs. She grumbles. After she's changed and asleep in bed, I take her shoes and spend the next hour cleaning them.
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Heathers (parody)
Teen FictionJane has been friends with the Heather's since Elementary. she's watched as they became 'the Heather's' that ruled the school and as they initiated Veronica Sawyer into their group in high school. but she never cared enough to stop them. it wasn't t...
