First day of senior year. As grateful as I am to have survived school this long, I'm anxious. Can I even survive one more year? High school had been a very crazy experience. All of the kids I grew up with changed so much. But one more year and I could leave this town and go to a nice college, like Harvard.
I suck it up and walk into the school cafeteria. I examine the area, looking around for the familiar shades of red, green, and yellow. Easily spotted. The Heathers stood out like sore thumbs most of the time with their bright, signature colors.
I walk over and take a seat at their table, "Hey guys." I greet the three of them.
"Hey Veronica." The girl in yellow greets me with a smile. Heather McNamara. She's probably the nicest of the group.
"I haven't seen you all morning." The green clad girl stated. Heather Duke. There's nothing too interesting about her.
Finally, she speaks up. The queen bee, Heather Chandler. "Enjoying senior year so far?"
"I've only had three classes, Heather. That has yet to be decided."
"The teachers seem so boring." McNamara sighs.
"At least you don't have Mr. Baker first period." Duke begins to complain, "He's so creepy and his lessons are so b-
"Shut up, Heather! No one asked about your day." Heather scolds.
"Sorry Heather…" Duke goes back to eating.
"So… Have you guys seen the new kid?" McNamara speaks up, changing the subject.
"That guy over there? Trench coat kid?" I ask, looking over at another table. There was a boy wearing all black sitting at the table, looking over at us. He seemed kind of… edgy. "What's his name?"
"Jason Dean. He's in my American history class." McNamara replies.
"Looks like he wants to blow up a school." Heather retorts, clearly uninterested.
"I'm going to say hi." I tell them, standing up.
"Who would you want to say hi to him?" Heather questions, seeming a bit… jealous?
"I just want to. What's your damage? You could come with."
"Like I'd want to talk to some fucking loser."`
I shrug off her comment and approach the mysterious boy's table.
"Greetings and salutations." The boy speaks at the sight of me, "You a Heather?"
I laugh a little, "A Veronica. Sawyer."
"Jason Dean, call me JD." He introduces himself.
He gives off a cool air, but something else seems to be there. He gives me a weird feeling… Yet I can't pinpoint what it is. It seems dangerous. Yet he seems so nice…
"Well, I'll see you later." I tell him, "My friends over there weren't so psyched to hear I was going to say hi."
JD chuckles, "Your friends seem nice." He replies, sarcastically.
I laugh a little and wave at him before going back to the Heathers.
"He everything you want in a boy?" Heather asks, "What happened to being over high school boys?"
"It's not like that, Heather." I assure her as I roll my eyes and take the seat next to her. "There's just something about him…"
"God, drool much, Veronica?" McNamara teases.
"He gives off this weird vibe, like a dangerous one."
"So you like the bad boys~?" Duke chimes.
"Out of all the boys at Westerburg, why Jesse James?" Heather asks.
I sigh, I know they won't listen, so I change the subject.
"We going to that Remington Party this weekend?"
"Why wouldn't we?" Heather asks, seemingly fine with dropping the previous topic, "It's going to be huge."
Remington parties are always huge. Sometimes they're fun, other times not so much. There's a lot of guys who just want to have sex and horny drunkards are the worst. But I always go. I mean, might as well, right?
Suddenly, I hear two loud pops and some screams. I look towards the noise only to see JD holding a gun, aimed towards Ram and Kurt, the football team's quarterback and linebacker. The two run off in fear as a teacher comes to restrain the amused JD.
That's some guy, Veronica." Duke teases in a high and mighty attitude, "Maybe Heather wasn't far off from him wanting to blow up the school."
"Shut up, Heather." I tell her, grabbing my stuff and standing up, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Heather checks her swatch and also stands, "Might as well go. You ready to regurgitate, Heather?"
Duke nods and gets up to follow us to the bathroom, McNamara tailing behind.
The week passed by quickly, and soon enough, it became the night of the party.
Ever since I befriended the Heathers, Junior year, they had always sent me on small errands; like buying BQ Corn Nuts for Heather Chandler because "It's not a party without Corn Nuts!" So she always parks her Porsche in front of the 7/11 and sends me in.
Of course I go right to the snacks and pick out a bag of BQ Corn Nuts. As I walk back towards the register I notice an all black figure standing by the slushie machine.
"Quite a stunt you pulled the other day, JD." I say as I walk up to him.
He turns around, "The extreme always seems to make an impression." He replies, smiling.
"I'm just surprised you didn't get expelled."
"They were only blanks." He states, hands in the pockets of his trench coat. "So, what are you doing here?" He changes the subject.
"Corn Nut run." I reply, holding up the bag I had picked up, "What are you here for? This isn't a place cool guys usually hang out."
"Slushie run." He says, nodding his head towards the slushie machine, "You have to get a slushie at 7/11. It's nice to just… freeze your brain. And since this is the only place that's everywhere and exactly the same, I find it comforting."
"Comforting, huh?" I ask, finding myself to be smiling slightly, "Wait, freeze your brain? Doesn't that hurt?"
I hear a loud honk, which tells me the demon queen is being impatient and wants her Corn Nuts now. But I stay to talk.
"Yeah, that's the point. You fight pain with more pain."
"Uh huh…" I trail off, a little mesmerized by what he was saying. It sounded edgier than I first took him to be.
It now sounds like Heather is using the car horn as a punching bag as she screams my name angrily.
"Sounds like someone wants you…" JD points out.
"Yeah… I don't really like my friends…" I sigh.
"I don't like your friends either."
"Veronica! What are you doing in here!?" Heather exclaims, stomping in. She stops and looks JD up and down, "Talking to Jesse James again?" She groans, "Where are my Corn Nuts."
"Uh! Right here!" I tell her, holding up the bag, "I'll go pay for them!" I run over to the cash register and buy them before returning to the car with Heather.
"What the hell, Veronica?" Heather asks as soon as she starts the car, "Don't just start talking to people when I ask you to do stuff for me. We're going to be late for the party."
"I doubt they'll end it without you." I reply, rolling my eyes.
Arriving at the party, we see Duke and McNamara standing outside.
"What took you so long?" Duke asks, her hands on her hips and foot tapping on the ground impatiently.
"Veronica was talking to her little boy toy." Heather retorts, brushing her hair back with her hand in a snooty fashion.
"Can we go in?" McNamara asks.
Heather opens the door and walks in. Immediately we are greeted by some college boys, one of which leaves with Heather. The other two Heathers scatter to do their own thing while I make my way over to the refreshments and grab a beer.
"Veronica, right?" A male voice asks from behind me.
I turn around and see a dark haired guy with a bottle in his hand.
"I'm a friend of Heather's." He tells me with a shiteating grin. "She told me all about you."
"Uh huh… I should go… I want to find Heather." I say, walking away.
"Oh c'mon baby! Don'tcha wanna hang out with me?" He calls after me.
"No thanks!" I reply, scanning the area for Duke or McNamara.
I walk past a room and hear what sounds like Heather from inside of it.
"Let's get back to the party." she says
"Nah, babe. You look so hot tonight~" A guy's voice muses.
I walk back towards the door, wondering what was going on. I reach for the doorknob and open the door, finding Heather pinned to the wall by the guy who had lead her away.
Both immediately look my way.
"What're you doing in here?" The guy asks me, looking a little pissed that I had just walked in on them.
"I wanted to find a place to rest." I say.
"Veronica, go find somewhere else." Heather tells me, not looking at me. She sounds… guilty?
"I think this room's fine."
"C'mon babe." The guy says, getting away from Heather.
"I'll stay here with her." Heather replies.
"What the fuck? You think you can jus-" The guy starts to argue.
"She says she's staying." I tell him, glaring as I walk over between the two.
The guy scoffs and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.
"You okay?" I ask Heather, sitting on the bed.
"Yeah… That happens a lot at parties…" Heather replies, sitting next to me. She looks nervous and guilty. Saddened even. She's weak.
"Heather, that doesn't sound good… You can talk to us about this, you know." I try to reassure her.
"Like Heather and Heather want to get involved. I'm surprised you just did."
"Heather, you're my best friend. Why wouldn't I get involved?" I hug her and feel her instantly flinch a little in surprise, "You can tell me anything." I smile a little.
"Thanks, Veronica…" Heather says, I can see a small smile playing at her red lips as she returns the hug. After a brief moment of silence, she speaks up again, "To be honest… I don't even like guys."
"Huh? You don't?" I ask, pulling back a little and giving her a curious look.
She shakes her head, "I've never told anyone, but guys have always just been so disgusting…"
"Then, does that mean you like…?"
She nods, "Yeah…"
"Guess I'm not the only one, then." I admit, grinning at her.
She instantly looks up in surprise, "Veronica, you…?"
"Yeah, and I've liked you for a while, Heather."
Heather actually blushes, her face turning as red as her wardrobe.
"But I guess we should go back to the party." I say, I'm really not expecting her to actually like me back or anyth-
"I… I like you too…" She speaks up.
HOLY SHIT. DID SHE REALLY JUST? My heart melts as soon as my mind processes these words and I feel my own face heat up and turn a little red, "Y-you do?"
"Don't make me say it again… It's not like I'm happy with it… You know what people think of lesbos…"
"Heather, you rule the school. No one's going to bother you." I reassure her, "And besides, it could always be our little secret." I smile and she looks back over at me.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Now let's-"
I was cut off by a kiss to the lips.
Blushing fiercely I return it. Heather's lips are soft and warm as they move against my own. She's a good kisser, definitely experienced. She lightly nips at my lips, causing me to open up ever so slightly, giving her just enough room to slide in her tongue.
"You're really good." I say breathily after she pulls away.
"Think I don't have practice?" She asks, kissing me again lightly before pulling away, "Now we can go back."
Hours pass and we decide to go back to my house. It's not rare for either of us to bring each other home. We have sleepovers quite often, with Duke and McNamara or without. Needless to say, my parents wouldn't question much in the morning.
I walk into my room and take off my blue blazer, throwing it onto my bed and sitting at my desk. "That was some party." I say, stretching my arms over my head.
Heather takes a seat on my bed, "Yeah, I didn't expect the outcome."
I laugh a little and look over at her, "And you think I did? Heather Chandler, my girlfriend. Never thought I'd say that."
"Like I thought I'd actually be with you. If anything there'd be some experimenting but an actual couple?" Heather ran a hand through her strawberry blonde hair. "Besides, I was thinking you'd end up with Jesse James."
"JD? Well, he's cute, but I told you. Something is off. I'd rather help him than make out with him." I explain, getting up and walking over to her, sitting next to her.
"Yet you'd make out with me instead when I'm always such a bitch?" She asks, firmly grabbing my chin so that I'm looking into her beautiful, gray eyes. She leans in for a kiss when I hear a noise.
"Coming through the window. Dreadful etiquette. I know" JD speaks.
I pull away from Heather and look to the side to see a grinning JD standing in my room, my window wide open.
JD's grin fades, "So you're with her? That bitch? Veronica, what happened to not liking your friends?" He glares at me.
"Not liking us? Veronica, what the fuck is he talking about?" Heather asks, her brow raised.
Ignoring Heather for now, I speak to JD, "What are you doing here?" I slowly stand up, I'm worried about what he'll do, "How did you get my address?"
"That doesn't matter, babe! What matters is that you become mine!" He yells, reaching into his trench coat and pulling out a gun.
"JD… put the gun away…" I hold up my arms, carefully getting closer to him.
"Stay out of this, Veronica. This is between me and her." He points the gun towards Heather.
"Listen, Jesse James, I don't know what the hell your problem is but-" Heather begins to argue.
"HEATHER! RUN!" I yell at her. I can tell JD is serious about this. He will kill.
As JD shoots at her and barely misses as she ducks, putting a hole in my wall; Heather screams and runs out of my room to go hide.
"Get out of the way!" JD yells as I step in front of him to try and get him to calm down.
"JD… Put the gun down…" I say, my voice wavering a little, my heart pounding in my chest.
"I'm not going to put the gun down! Don't you see!? She's in our way!"
"Our way!? JD, she is in no one's way of anything!" I yell, "She's my girlfriend, just leave her alone!"
"Girlfriend, huh? I thought it might be like that… BUT WHAT ABOUT US, VERONICA!? I LOVE YOU!"
"You're not mentally stable, JD! And we just met!"
"Stable!? So now this is about my sanity? I'm perfectly sane!"
"You have a gun pointed at me!"
"Who said the gun was even loaded?" He asks.
I point behind me at the hole in the wall, "Blanks don't put fucking holes in the wall!"
"Alright, so what if it's loaded. I wasn't planning on using it until I saw you with THAT bitch." He pushes his way past me and heads for my door.
I grab his arm, "JD! Stop! You don't need to go after her! Listen, we can be friends, okay? And we can talk things over. You need help. I can get you help. My dad's a therapist."
"I don't need your damn help." JD says, trying to break away, but I keep my grip firm.
"Listen, let's go for a walk. We'll get a slushie and I'll bring you home. How's that?"
JD stays quiet, he still seems determined and it's worrying. Very worrying. He puts the gun back in his coat, "Fine…" He trails off, "But I don't want that bitch with us."
I did as I told JD I would then came back home to find Heather was still there and in my room. I had left her with a note saying where I went, since I didn't want JD near her.
"So that nutjob didn't hurt you after all?" Heather asks, looking very concerned.
I shake my head, "No, but I've decided to have him talk to my dad. He needs help."
"He needs thrown in a fucking asylum. That's the only place that'll give him help." Heather scoffs, laying back on my bed.
"I think that's a little too extreme. I'm sure some meetings with a therapist would be good and my dad is a therapist."
"Veronica, I don't want him to hurt you. If he does anything else I'm calling the cops." Heather tells me, seeming very concerned and serious. I've never seen her like this before, it makes me smile a little.
"I understand."
Dear Diary,
This week has been one of the craziest weeks of my life. First week of senior year, a crazy party, I'm suddenly dating Heather Chandler, and I have to help the new kid before he kills everyone at school. Let's just hope for the best, I guess.