Heathers fanfiction where everyone ships Chansaw and Veronica and Chandler don't even know what Chansaw is. Oh boy I hope no one has done this before because I've been sitting for hours thinking of an idea-
Veronica walked into the Westerburg with the Heathers. It had been 2 weeks since she joined their clique. She was not regretting joining them because of the benefits. She wouldn't be mocked and could command people of a lower rank.
She didn't want to be labeled as a "bitch" but it was a bit too late for that. She was part of the Heathers now and if she left they would out her to the school and her situation would be worse than when she was a "lonely loser with Dumptruck".
The Heathers always forced Veronica to skip a class or be late to one at least 2 times a day, which she knew would slowly ruin her chances to getting into an Ivy League school like Harvard.
It was finally lunch and she finally had a time to rest from other people, until the Heathers barged in. They were in the bathroom and they made sure it was only them. Heather Chandler immediately stood in front of the mirror with Veronica and started fixing unnoticeable errors in their make up. Veronica never understood why she did this but never questioned it. It took some time for them to finish.
While they were fixing their makeup, Heather Duke and McNamara were giggling in the corner of the bathroom while writing something on their phones. Heather Duke wasn't purging, which meant this must have been very important to the point where she didn't eat at all.
"Chansaw rules!" Heather McNamara whispered, a bit loud enough for Veronica to hear.
"What's a Chansaw?" Veronica asked curiously.
"Nothing! Nothing at all," Duke hastily replied with, "Don't worry about it."
Veronica was a bit confused but soon let it go when Heather asked her a question.
"How do I look?" Heather demanded.
"You look beautiful-" Veronica stuttered out.
Duke and McNamara suddenly bursted into a fit of giggles and noises I couldn't comprehend, something like when your favorite couple gets together or something.
"What's your damage Heather?" Chandler growled, "Something you're hiding from us?"
Duke and McNamara looked at eachother, clearly worried. "Not at all, Heather!" They both recited together like they had practiced for it.
"Alright then," Chandler looked at them, as if she was staring right through their lie and was looking for the hidden truth. "Must be fun, your giggles are filling the room"
"It is!" McNamara squeaked. "It really is!"
"Alright girls!" Heather Chandler exclaimed. "Let's go see what's for lunch today-"
After taking a good look at what the losers were eating, they all took their seats at the lunch table. Veronica took out her phone and went to her text messages to Chandler.
Veronica: Duke and Mac are acting weird.
She saw Heather take out her phone after she felt it buzz in her pocket.
Heather: no shit they look like laughing machines
Veronica: What do you think they're up to?
Heather: no idea but I might get mac to spill the beans
Veronica: kk, I'll stay patient until then-
They both put away their phones and looked up to see Duke about to fall on the floor from laughter. What could they be doing that would make Heather Duke, a somewhat gloomy bitch, be falling on the floor of laughter? Veronica thought she was having a stroke for a few seconds.
She decided it was just a funny meme they found. She looked around, hoping for something interesting to happen so she could get distracted from the thing between Duke and Mac.
Suddenly she saw a boy, maybe tall, she couldn't tell because he was slumped over the lunch table. He was wearing a black trench coat which made his face look dark with his black hair. Under his trench coat he was wearing a shirt that said "CHANSAW FTW". Veronica didn't understand what it meant but she remembered McNamara mentioning something about Chansaw in the bathroom.
"God Veronica! drool much?" Heather Chandler spoke. "You were totally throwing your panties at that new kid!"
McNamara suddenly looked up, her infectious laughter stopping. She looked up to whoever Veronica was staring at.
"Jason Dean, he's in My American History." Mac blurted out, "He's pretty weird in my opinion."
Veronica took a last glance at him before turning back to the table. Heather M. was already tooking back at her phone, starting to laugh again.
God, Veronica wanted to get back to her life when secrets were non-existent and everyone was just flat out happy. Those were the fun times-
fIRST HEATHERS FANFIC- I hope you like it so far. I don't believe in update schedules so random chapter uploads so make sure you follow for it
-BreakImagination (copied from wattpad, this is my alt account)