Heathers x reader (genderbend)

Too much

Your pov:

I really don't want to go to school today. Now, all the Hunters and my best friend Vincent have asked me to the Christmas ball. How the hell am I supposed to chose?!

My stomach has been hurting really bad since last night. I felt so bad for leaving Hunter in the middle of our picnic, but I just got too overwhelmed. Now, I've just left my phone at home. They are all spamming me with messages, but they have to understand I can't bare hurting any of them.

I need to make up my decision, and that fast. Because I know the more time I use, the more it will hurt three of them when I reject them.

What do I do? Who should I chose? Will they ever forgive me? Will they be mad at me? Should I just reject them all? Or should I—

"Hey!", a voice yells at me as I bump into them. I haven't even realized I was inside the school. "Oh, it's just you".

I quickly look up at the person and notice a familiar face. It's Jaclyn, or as she calls herself, JD. It's actually a relief to see her. She helps me get up on my feet again.

"Thanks, and sorry for bumping into you. I just..have things on my mind", I mumble as I excuse myself.

"It's alright. What exactly are you thinking about?", she asks while scratching the back of her head. Should I tell her? I know I can trust her.

"Uhm, well, just the date to the Christmas ball", I decide to answer. It isn't a lie, I am thinking about the dance date.

"Boys, am I right", she grunts.

"Totally", I giggle but stop when I see three color coded boys walking down the hall. "Hide me!", I shriek before running back her. She doesn't question it and just stands in front of me. I silently beg them to not see me.

"Y/n?", I hear Chandler ask.

"There's no Y/n here!", I say, making my voice lighter. Obviously they aren't fooled by it. JD sighs and steps out of the way.

"Can we talk?", the three of them say in sync. They all look at each other looking slightly irritated. I just roll my eyes. "You can talk about anything but the dance", I state.

They all turn quiet. "That's what I thought", I mumble as I start walking away from the situation. I can feel them going after me. "Guys please! I know you're all waiting for my answer but just let me think about it! I can't even breath right now. Do you think it's easy when four guys you care about have asked you to be their date!", I yell at them while turning around and stopping in my tracks.

The whole hall turns quiet and whispers start spreading. I calm myself down and quickly walk away from them again.

Vincent's pov:

"Mr Sawyer, are you even listening to what I'm saying?", Mr Fleming yells at me while slamming her hands on my desk. I flinch and quickly look up at her.

"S-Sorry, I just spaced out", I mumble. It wasn't true, I didn't space out. My head is just full of thoughts around the Christmas ball. Ok, I'm lying again, thoughts about Y/n. Gosh, I haven't even gotten a minute of sleep tonight.

"What is this?", Mr Fleming gasps as she grabs my scrapbook from my desk. "A drawing of you and a girl?".

The class starts ooing, making my whole face turn red. I haven't even realized I have drawn a picture of me and Y/n at the ball. How bad can this day go?

"Who is this mystery girl Vincent?", Mr Fleming smirks.

"It's no one", I answer shortly. Can't she just leave me alone!? "Sorry for not paying attention".

"If you say so Vincent", he winks before walking back to the front of the class. 'Come on Vincent, get it together', I think as I hit my forehead. 'Stop think about her'.

Your pov:

Today I sit alone at lunch, I don't really feel like talking to anyone. All the Hunters and Vincent have each come to sit with me but I declined. As I stuff some yogurt in my mouth, I notice Martin sitting alone at the other table in the corner.

'Why isn't Vincent sitting with Martin?', I think as I stand up, grab my lunch and walk over to him.

"Hey Martin, can I sit?", I smile. He looks up at me and nods quickly. "So Martin, why aren't you sitting with Vincent? I thought you two were best friends?".

"We are, but recently he's been starting to hang with the Hunters", he mumbles while pointing at the other table. And at the table sits the Hunters, Vincent, and some other guys.

"That's weird", I grumble before sitting down.

"Not really, everyone dumps me. No one wants to be with me", he sighs. Poor Martin, he's such a sweet guy, and he gets so much hate for it. Just because he's a bit bigger than others here, doesn't mean he isn't as much worth as everyone else. Suddenly, an idea comes to mind. A brilliant idea.

"Martin!", I shriek, making Martin flinch. He looks up at me, raising an eyebrow. "Would you like to go to the Christmas ball with me?".

"What?", he gasps while spitting out his food.

"What?!", four other people gasp, and looking up I notice it's the Hunters and Vincent. Geez, how did I come to this point of life.