It's Her Fault - |Chansaw|

Part 6

|Veronica|

Dear diary,
It's been a week since the party, the drunken mistake, and the sober kiss. Sometimes, I find myself wondering what it would be like to date Heather Chandler. I have a meet up with Martha today. Movie night. Oh how it sucks to live in the world we live in. I've taken an interest in this JD kid. Trench coat guy from last week. He seems cool I guess. Rumor has it that he's taken an interest in me too. Maybe I'll date him to get my mind off Heather. I just hope it doesn't affect her. I think she's been miserable. I haven't seen her eating at lunch. She skips a lot and doesn't talk much. Duke and Mac are catching onto this as well. Mac expressed yesterday how worried she was about Chandler. Maybe it hurts too much, having to see me everyday. Anyways that's all for now. I have to go meet up with heather.

I shut my diary. I leave the stairwell, heading towards the parking lot. I climbed into Heather's Porsche. "What were you doing?" She asked, right when I got in. "Wouldn't you like to know," I teased. She rolled her eyes and started driving.

We pulled into a 7/11. "What are we doing here?" I ask. "You owe me for helping you last week. You know, when you were drunk off your ass?" She asked. I was going to retort, but decided against it. "What is it you want?" I ask. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She mocked me in a baby-ish voice. "I do not sound like that!" I said, slightly offended. "BBQ corn nuts. And Roni," Chandler paused before I got out of the car. "Hm?" I ask. "You have five minutes or you're walking home," she said. I know she's just joking, yet I can't help but scoff as I close the door.

I step in and start searching for the corn nuts. I end up getting distracted because I found some Red Vines. I'm about to grab them when I hear, "Greetings and salutations." I look up and see JD on the other side of the food racks. "Oh! Um, Trench- I mean JD! Hi," I say awkwardly. "Veronica Sawyer. The fourth Heather, hm?" He asked. "Nope! The first Veronica," I say. "Interesting. Interesting indeed," he says quietly.

We stand there in awkward silence for a moment. "Did you say Cherry or Cola?" He suddenly asks. "What?" It had caught me off guard. "Slushie," he shrugged. "I didn't. But I guess cherry," I respond. He walks away for a moment and comes back with a cherry slushie. "On the house," he says, handing me the slushie. "Thanks. You didn't have to-" "You wanna 'hang out' sometime?" He asks, cutting me off. My eyes widen as I consider the offer. "Let me think about that," I say, grabbing the Red Vines I'd almost forgotten about. That's when I notice the Corn Nuts. "There they are!" I said. I grab them and head to the counter. JD follows me.

I'm about to pay when he says, "Here, I'll pay for those." "You really don't have-" I start, but he cuts me off again. "I insist." The store clerk rings the Corn Nuts and Red Vines up. JD pays for it and I'm just about to thank him when I hear Heather. "Roni, there you are! What's taking-" she stops in her tracks, her eyes landing on JD and her face changing from a worried expression to a glare. "Oh shit. Sorry Heather, I forgot. And sure JD. I'll see you later. Thanks for the slushie, Corn Nuts, and Red Vines," I say, finishing the sentence with a finger gun. He dramatically clutched his chest with a wink. Heather narrows her eyes and the next thing I know, her hand is snaked around my waist. She pulls me closer to her, so I can faintly feel her even breathing on my ear. I imagine that I look a little red. "Yeah. Thanks Jesse James. We'll be going now," she says, not even letting JD respond, and drags me out of there attached to her hip.

As soon as we get in the car I ask, "Heather, what was that?" "I- I don't know!" She responds, hitting the dashboard in frustration. She starts the engine. "That trench coat kid he- he gives off this 'school shooter' vibe. I don't trust him," she says softly, pulling out of the parking spot. "Well..." I put my hand on hers, which was resting on the arm rest. "Do you trust me?" I ask. "What? Yes I trust you!" She said, pushing on the gas pedal. "Then if he turns out to be a weird-ass creep, I'll leave him. Okay?" I ask, rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb, intertwining our fingers. She sighs, nodding, and focusing on the road. I wish I could tell you what was going through her mind.

The rest of the car ride is silent. When we pull up to my house, I untangle our fingers and before I get out of the car, I kiss her cheek. A goofy grin plastered on my face as I walked up my driveway.