Heather Chandler POV
As I pull up to Veronica's small house, my heart starts beating a little faster. Weird.
As I get out, Veronica is already getting out of the door, she's wearing a blue denim jacket and leggings, simple but pretty.
"Hey Heather, " Veronica greets,
"Get in loser, we're going shopping."
"Is that why you called me? To replace your red blazer, even though you have at least 3 extras?"
"Doesn't matter, more is always better."
As she gets into the front seat, I can tell Heather Duke is still glaring at the back of Veronica's head. Probably resentful because she lost the front seat.
I internally groan, Duke has been getting on my nerves all week.
"Hey Ronnie, " I say, in a sweet voice, "Let me put up your hair,"
I take the blue scrunchie from her wrist, and tie her shoulder-length hair up in a neat ponytail, if only to piss off Duke.
As I finish, I peek out of the corner of my eye to see Duke's sneer widen.
I grin, and Veronica's face reddens,
"Are you ok Ronnie? Your face is red, do you have a fever?" McNamara asks from behind me,
"Uh- ye-yea, I'm okay, just a little warm?" Veronica stutters, and takes off her denim jacket.
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Veronica x Heather C (chainsaw)
FanfictionWhat if Heather Chandler never died? Based off the movie and musical Heathers. But it's modern and has lesbian aspects
