Rivalry Chapter 2: Kappa Kappa Gamma, a heathers fanfic

Rivalry

Chapter Two: Kappa Kappa Gamma

Rush Week

Heather doesn't love a lot of things (ask her mother) but rush week is special. It's the only day she doesn't have track practice (so she can eat whatever she wants without worrying about throwing it up after whatever intense workout the coaches have planned) while she pisses Regina George off at the same time. Heather doesn't care about the stupid rivalry thing the Delta's have going on, but if they want to start a fight then she's always up for some chaos. So, when she found out it was going to be 70 degrees (hot as hell for early March) she called in a few favors. Kurt brought his large speaker out and cued up some music from his phone while Liz brought the extra tubes of shave ice she had leftover from one of her RA events a couple nights ago.

"Look at them," Duke brushes up beside her to snatch her fifth cup of cherry shave ice. "They're so cheerful and excited about their future at college."

Heather hums as she watches the freshmen trek across campus in childlike wonder.

Duke laughs, "I can't wait to see the light dim from their eyes. College sucks us dry. Remember when we were like that? All happy about the future?'

"Don't remind me."

Heather tries not to groan as one of the freshmen manage to get to the front of their table. Heather only volunteers for rush week so she can skip out on practice while gaining some points with her sorority (this way she doesn't have to show up for the shit show that is welcome week).

"Hi, I'm Amber, I was curious about your sorority."

Heather plasters on a fake smile. "Sure. There's not much to know. We do a lot of community service work around the area, we're dedicated to education, and…I could go on forever. It's more important for us to get to know you so we can see if you fit in with our environment. So, what's your major?"

"I'm majoring in mathematics—"

"No way!" Heather feigns interest, "Duke is a wiz at math. You two have so much to talk about."

Duke frowns. "Heather I don't think—"

"You should definitely show her around the math department and introduce her to the faculty."

Duke purses her lips. "Fine. Right this way, Alice—"

"It's Amber," the freshmen says as she follows behind Duke.

Heather lets her shoulders fall. She has less than an hour before she's off the clock. Time is going slower than she needs it to. Heather gives up playing the game on her phone and searches the crowd instead. She almost drops her phone into a tube of shave ice when she spots Mac walking with her. The her who Heather had the biggest crush on in high school. Heather never got a chance to talk to her since they were a grade apart and once she graduated she thought it was better to move on (the odds of them going to the same college was low) but here she is.

"Shave ice," JD scares the crap out of her "don't mind if I do."

"Jason, those are for pledges only." Heather slaps his hand away. "And don't sneak up on me like that, creep."

"You love me and come on, you know I love all things cold and slushie."

"You can have one—"

"Yes—"

"If you do me a favor."

"Sure."

"Give this shave ice to that girl over there next to Mac, with the brown hair and eyes, find out who she is." Heather pauses to look him up and down, "but make yourself seem really weird so she doesn't think you're cute or something. Here…wear this coat." She pulls some baggy trench coat off the chair that was likely left behind by a professor (probably one of the older ones who still catch a "chill" in 70-degree weather).

JD scoffs, "what? No way!"

"Come on. I helped you out with Stacey Benson. She was flirting with me until I made fun of her skirt and acted like a bitch. Why do you think she called you?"

JD buckles under her glare. "Fine. Give me the damn thing. But I want extra scoops for this."

"Whatever. Just find out her name for me."

"You're welcome Jason."

"Just go!" Heather pushes him away. She doesn't want the brown-haired girl to catch her staring at her (she's hidden by the crowd but still worries) so Heather tries to distract herself by actually doing her job or at least, she pretends to refold brochures.

"Hey Heather," Mac is beaming as she walks over to pull her into a hug.

Over her shoulder, Heather can see JD doing an awkward bow in which the brown-haired girl makes a disgruntled face.

"Whoa, you okay?"

Heather nods. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You're smiling." Mac squeals, "what's going on?"

"Nothing," Heather forces her eyes away from her crush "you want some shave ice? I've got like forty more minutes before my shift is over. Then we can hit up the beach, it's too nice a day to waste."

She's at the beach a couple hours later trying to relax on one of their old bathroom towels Mac brought along when she gets a FaceTime request from JD. Figuring it's about the secret mission she sent him on (and the two nosy best friends one each of her sides) she denies the call.

Not a second later she gets a text.

Slushie king: you ignored my call : (

Slushie king: ass hole

Heather rolls her eyes.

Demon queen: can't talk, Duke and Mac are right here.

Demon queen: I don't want to make this a thing

She loves her friends but they can be intolerable when she has a crush. Her and Kiki broke up a year ago and Duke still gives her looks when they hang out or talk (they barely dated for a month before they realized the chemistry wasn't there). Some days she worried Mac was planning her bachelorette party.

Slushie king: already is

Slushie king: Veronica Sawyer. She's a freshmen, saw her with Mac so she's probably a Delta

A Delta, Heather can work with this.

Slushie king: you're welcome bitch

Heather frowns.

Demon queen: again, Stacey Benson

A second later—

Slushie king: my apologizes your majesty

Heather only regrets dumping that freshmen on Duke a little bit when she won't shut up about it later that night back at their apartment.

"All she did was talk about equations," Duke groans as she falls backwards onto the couch "it was awful! You owe me Chandler!"

Mac smiles from the kitchen where she's cooking spaghetti for the fourth time this week (college budgets). "Oh, that explains it."

Heather is too busy sketching random square patterns into the corner of her Genetics syllabus to notice anything. How can she focus when she finally has a name to a beautiful face: Veronica Sawyer. Two years later but she finally has it. The only problem is, Veronica just had to choose to join the Delta's. It's surely unfortunate but not impossible. If anything it'll just makes things more interesting.

"Explains what?" Duke asks.

"Why Heather was smiling when I showed up."

Duke jumps up, "you're dead Chandler!"

Heather's too lost in her thoughts to see Duke running towards her. It's her own fault, for letting her guard down, and she accepts the loss when Duke tackles her to the ground.

Parties

Heather isn't a fan of parties but she enjoys watching Duke and Regina make fools of themselves when they play Kings. It's been a little over a semester and Heather hasn't gone to as many parties as she normally did when she was a freshmen last year. But she's a sophomore now, she's just getting into her core classes for Bio, and track practice is demanding (and it's still indoor, the real work begins in April and the results show up late May). But she supposes it's worth it when she sees JD taking way too many shots and draping himself around Kurt. She knows how much pressure he's under, majoring in Engineering isn't a joke, so she sits back to watch over him with a satisfied smile.

While Duke wastes time hunting Regina down, Heather hangs off by the side talking to Kiki, one of the girls on her team (yes the ex), until JD finds her per their usual routine.

"Hessa," JD literally falls on top of her "slushie time."

"That's my cue," she tells Kiki "I'll see you at practice?"

"Yeah. Get home safe guys."

711's

"You should try it."

Heather pushes the cold treat away. "No thanks. That's all you."

"Suit yourself." JD takes a hefty slurp from his second slushie (the lady at the desk hates her job and isn't even paying them any attention). "Bliss," he sighs out.

"Yeah. Great. Can we go now?"

JD whines, "I want chips—"

"Okay," she assuages the situation before he breaks out to tears like last time "I'll make you a slushie to go and you get some chips. Sound good?"

JD nods so much his bangs, damp from the heat on the dance floor, sticks back to his forehead. She carefully takes the cup and makes another while he scurries away towards the snack isle. Heather gets a little side tracked on her way to find him (those damn corn nuts) so all she hears is—

"VERONICA!"

—before she takes off to put a leash on her idiot.

"Jason—" she's not prepared when she sees JD hiding behind Veronica freaking Sawyer. She's convinced she either has the best luck or worst timing.

"Uh," Veronica seems confused but not irritated "does he belong to you?"

Heather finds her footing quickly. "Unfortunately, come on Jason. Your slushie's melting."

JD takes the bait but she has to bribe him with false hope about him staying at her place tonight (he hogs the covers more than Mac does). Heather wants to slap him when he brings up the damn robe he stole from her, she doesn't want to see whatever freaked out expression Veronica's wearing. Maybe this is karma? She's being punished for making JD look like a weirdo and so, now, Heather herself looks like one.

Oh. And maybe karma for the Duke thing too.

"Sorry about that." Heather steals herself for when she finally looks at Veronica (she's prettier up close…that's not a weird thought, right?). "He doesn't usually harass strangers at 711."

Veronica laughs, "It's okay. He's not a stranger, I met JD at rush week in September."

Heather almost forgot. "Okay good…are you in a sorority?" Heather doesn't know how she keeps a conversation up with the way her hearts beating in her chest.

Veronica doesn't speak for a moment, and Heather worries she did something wrong, but eventually she says, "Delta Gamma."

"Scale of 1 to 10, how much of a handful is George?

Veronica looks amused. "…I don't think there's a large enough box to fit Regina into."

"I'm Heather," she hopes she doesn't look too eager when she holds out her hand.

"Veronica."

Heather is proud to say she keeps the conversation going without making a complete fool of herself. Her hands are sweating every time Veronica so much as looks at her but, she's managing (she may ramble a bit about Duke and Regina's obsession with Kings but Veronica doesn't seem put off by it).

While they're talking she learns that parties aren't really Veronica's thing. She also learns (on an unrelated note) that Veronica's lips twitch when she's trying not to laugh at something she finds amusing and she looks off to the side when she's trying to find the right words.

She almost doesn't want to leave when JD comes back, but she also needs to take these heels off because they're killing her feet. Heather tells Veronica she has to take JD home when she remembers Veronica is a freshmen and likely lives on the other side of campus. She doesn't want to over step but she also doesn't want anything bad to happen to her so she asks—

"…do you need a ride?"

She's about to take it back, say she's sorry for overstepping, when Veronica says, "sure."

When she pulls JD into his dorm she tries to convince Veronica to stay in the car but she insists on helping. Heather takes over when they get inside, saying a quick "hey" to JD's roommate Tom, and pushes JD into his squeaky bed. It's instinct that she brush his hair out of his eyes and leave water on his desk, with his favorite snacks, for later. JD didn't have his mom around (barely even his dad) so in high school she kinda felt like his mom; always looking out for him.

JD can tell she's reflecting on his terrible childhood and the role she plays in his life because, even in his drunk state, he smiles at her with honest eyes. "Thanks Heather."

She almost tolerates the hug before she remembers Veronica is in the room. "Later Jason. Call me when you don't smell like vodka."

JD's snoring by the time she's even finished speaking so they shuffle out the room.

Heather's next stop is to Veronica's place on the freshmen side (she does not miss living there). She picks up where they left off in the store before the drive can get awkward. Veronica asks about what side of campus she lives on and about her major to pass the time.

"A minor in Cannabis Studies?"

"Yeah," Heather snickers "my mom hates it. I'm doing it to piss her off mostly but it is kind of interesting."

There's a pause. "You and your mom don't get along?"

Heather doesn't hate her mom but there's something about just the idea of her that makes her grip the steering wheel harder. "…we're similar, unfortunately. So we, uh, bunt heads a lot I guess."

She's always felt like she wasn't good enough. And as the oldest, the pressure is on for her to do well. Heather just doesn't want to buckle under the weight.

"So Biology," Veronica changes the subject with ease and Heather's grateful. "Tell me more about that."

Heather doesn't want to talk about herself. She wants to learn more about Veronica but she talks about Biology to clear the tension. It's easy for her to get lost in it all. She's not even half-way through explaining variation in species and recessive genes when she reaches the freshmen side.

"This is me," Veronica says.

"Okay…sorry if you're in one of your writing classes and suddenly you can't get Punnett squares out of your mind." It sounds cheesy but when Veronica smiles she thinks it's worth it.

"Don't worry. It was interesting."

Heather must be exhausted because she flirts with her crush freely, "maybe next time you can tell me about journalism?"

"Uh," she can't believe there's a blush on Veronica's face and she caused it, "yeah that's, we can do that."

Heather laughs because she's never felt so light. "I'll see you around?"

"Yeah, get home safe."

"I will, thanks."

Heather doesn't get to sleep for more than fifteen minutes when Mac Facetimes her.

"Heather!" Mac squeals too loudly at 3am "can you come get us?"

Heather is already pulling her sweats on. "Are you still at the party?"

"I think so?"

Duke shoves her face into the screen. "Everything is spinning, Heather, I don't, I don't like the spins."

"I know, the spins suck." Heather smiles at her idiots, "drop your location. I'm leaving now."

"Bring the marshmallows!"

Backyards

Heather hasn't seen Veronica in a month. Part of that has to do with these weekly quizzes her Genetics professor is throwing at them; she hasn't had the time to seek her out. She goes to a few parties just to show face but since Veronica's a Delta the odds of seeing her are low. She doesn't even want to go to the dumb mixer the basketball and baseball is throwing but Duke doesn't want to go alone. She barely pays Duke any attention when she leaves to play kings with Regina because she spots Veronica near the kitchen talking to Mac.

She wasn't expecting Mac to be at this party, she hadn't said anything, but Heather's also been MIA from the apartment lately and spends most nights in the library so she doesn't take it personally.

When Heather realizes she's spent way too much time staring at Veronica like an idiot she swims through the crowd in search for a familiar face. She finds Kurt, not her first choice, but he's gotten a little less annoying with time.

"Hey Kurt."

"DQ, what's going on?

She nods to Duke. "Babysitting."

"As fun as that sounds," Kurt discreetly shows off a bag a promising green "I'm feeling generous tonight. Whada'ya say, wanna put your Cannabis Minor to good use?"

Heather doesn't smoke during track season for performance reasons. She's strong with her position but can't say the same for spring and winter breaks. She is just about to politely decline when she catches Veronica watching her over Mac's shoulder. Heather smiles in her direction before turning back to Kurt.

"No thanks, I am an athlete," she whispers, "but not during spring break."

Kurt grins. "I'll see you spring break then."

Heather decides to get some fresh air (it gets boring watching Duke play kings) so she sneaks through the crowd and slithers outside. In the backyard a couple people, some from her class, are smoking close to the pool. They nod at her while she settles into a comfortable spot on one of the pool chairs that lay out. Heather's contemplating pulling out her phone to play a game when Veronica clumsily steps out the slide door. She looks like she's looking for someone because she eyes the smokers for a while.

"Never thought I'd see you at another party." Heather makes her presence known so she can help Veronica find whoever she's looking for.

She's alarmed when Veronica smiles brighter than the sun and directs it towards her. She's even more surprised when Veronica takes the seat beside her and cutely leans her arms over the tops of her knees to turn her back towards the party.

"I'm trying to get the college experience," Veronica says. "Why're you out here?"

"I knew by the time I got here George would be playing kings and then it'd be easier for me to get you alone." Heather jokes.

But Veronica's face suddenly looks flushed and Heather has no idea what's going on. "...and why would you need to get me alone?"

Heather pushes away any dirty thoughts and tries to smile as innocently as possible, "you owe me a lesson on journalism, remember?"

She sees Veronica's face fall (is she disappointed?) but she covers it up quickly when she goes into detail about her major. They spend most of the night talking and sharing stories from high school. They agree Fleming was a terror with a hubris the size of Texas. Heather even shares her proudest achievement of filling Fleming's water bottle with liquid laxatives.

Veronica decides, "You're an evil genius."

Heather pretends to look shaken. "...that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

Veronica laughs so freely that Heather wishes she could take a picture to capture the moment without looking like a creep. It's the kind of laugh that hurts but the joke is so funny you endure it anyway. She can tell by the way Veronica wipes the tears from her eyes. Heather gets caught staring, can't imagine what her face must look like, so she looks away in a rush. She feels like she's about to do something stupid so she jumps to her feet and awkwardly stretches her arms above her head.

"I should probably head out."

"Shit. We've been out here that long?"

"I would stay but I've got a midterm coming up. Just wanted to show face for the Kappa's." It's already closing in on 2am so Duke should be close to finished with her game. "Do you need a ride back again?"

"No," Veronica sighs. "…tonight I'm the designated driver."

Heather tries not to laugh. "Fun stuff."

"Ha, ha. No really, I have Regina's keys in my purse. Her plan to finally get me to stay the entire night at a party I guess."

"Plan or not, it wasn't so bad right?"

Veronica smiles up at her with a dazed look and Heather doesn't know what to do with it, her stomach sees to have some ideas because the butterflies are moving. Instead of breaking the moment Heather just smiles back at her and hopes it's soft enough to portray everything she's feeling.

"Yeah."

Heather helps her to her feet but doesn't want to let go of her hands yet. Veronica's breath catches and she just keeps staring at her with that look. Heather doesn't want to do anything to ruin something that hasn't even started yet but Veronica's looking at her like Heather can hold the stars in her hands and she's not backing away so—

"Can I kiss you?"

She doesn't have time to stress out because Veronica is so confident, almost eager, when sha says, "Yes."

Veronica squeaks (so adorable) when Heather tips her chin up. Veronica's face is pleasantly flushed and Heather wishes she could protect her from everything the world will throw at her. Heather knows Veronica isn't made of glass but she is careful anyway. This kiss is different than any other one she's had; it's not like the rushed ones she and Liz shared before practice, or messy like the one with Jim in the school parking lot, or the few others. Her lips feel like they're barely touching hers. Heather presses harder, just a bit, to let herself know she's not dreaming this time.

She doesn't want to overstep and pulls away earlier than she'd like.

"So," Heather digs her hands into her pockets so she doesn't pull Veronica back into her orbit, "…I'll see you around."

She hardly waits for Veronica to wave goodbye before she's sneaking back into the party. She doesn't have much time to overthink the kiss (was it okay? Did she overstep?) when she finds Duke knocked out on Ram's shoulder.

"Hey," Heather says, "I can take her."

Ram helps her carry Duke into her car. "You need help getting her to the apartment?"

"I should be good, thanks." Mac will probably get a ride with Veronica so that's one less person.

"Okay," Ram shifts awkwardly "Kurt is crashing here so I actually need a ride. And I have football tomorrow so—"

"Just get in Ram."

"Thank you."

When she's sure Duke won't throw up in her sleep like that girl from Breaking Bad Heather sneaks out to the couch to call JD at this ungodly hour. She's not surprised when he answers with his x-box controller in his hand.

"What's up?"

"I kissed her."

JD gasps. "You move fast."

"Hardly call it fast. I haven't spoken to her in a month."

"So, how was it?"

Heather sighs, "I thought it was good but she didn't really say anything after it…but, I did kind of walk away."

"What?"

"I get nervous!"

"No you don't. You never get nervous," JD shakes his head "what is she doing to you? You're Heather Chandler. You're aloof and relaxed not frazzled and unkept."

Heather groans. "I'm awesome, I know, but when I'm around her my tongue gets tied and I feel less awesome. Everything I say feels wrong."

"Okay. Explain to me how you did it."

"First I asked her, and she said yes—"

JD interrupts, "then she's fine with it. What's the deal?"

"What if I'm a bad kisser?"

"You're not."

Heather closes her eyes to stop the foul memory from coming up.

"We promised to never speak of it."

"I'm sorry." JD says shamefully.

A noise comes from behind the couch and Heather turns around to see Duke rubbing her eyes in the doorway to her room.

"Duke," she says so JD knows they're not alone "you good?"

"…do we have any marshmallows?"

Heather nods. "Yeah, in the top cabinet by the bowls."

Duke shuffles into the kitchen without another word.

"…awkwardly end this call and forget I mentioned the unmentionable?"

"Yep."

Not-so One Night Stands

Spring break is quickly approaching and Heather needs a break from classes and freaking out about her kiss with Veronica so she goes to one of the parties Alpha Phi Alpha is throwing tonight. Duke seems surprised when she doesn't put up a fight and goes to the party willingly. Duke is so thrilled by her cooperation that she doesn't pay Regina any mind tonight and hangs out with Heather for a while to do some shots with their sorority.

"Can spring break just hurry up?"

Heather nods. "I know. Can't wait to be in Florida."

"Your mom is so awesome for paying for it," Duke backpaddles, "I mean…she sucks, ew, we hate her."

"Very convincing." Heather rolls her eyes. "But no, it's fine, it is cool of her. Either she wants me to have a good time or she doesn't want me in the house."

Duke shrugs. "Maybe it's not the ladder this time."

"Maybe."

Heather's about to take another shot (thanks mom) when Zoey, one of the girls who lived on her floor freshmen year, walks over with her signature slanted grin.

"Hey guys."

Duke doesn't look thrilled and mumbles "hey" into her cup.

"Hey Zoe," Heather's feeling a slight buzz so she feels free enough to smile, "I didn't know you were coming. Don't you live off campus now?"

"Yeah but I needed a study break." Zoey holds her cup towards her, "you look like you could use one too."

Heather never turns down free drinks so she takes a couple sips from Zoey's cup. She feels a little lighter than before but nowhere near her limit.

"Where'd Duke go?" Heather frowns. "She was just here."

Zoey grabs onto her arm. "She went to get another drink. She's fine."

Heather feels a little uncomfortable with Zoey latching onto her arm like this. Zoey's talking into her ear, laughing in between, but Heather is detached. Zoey's nice but Heather's never thought of her in that way and it feels wrong to have her pressed against her when she was kissing Veronica days before. Heather only tolerates the obvious way Zoey is rubbing her chest against her arm before she makes an excuse about having to use the bathroom. She can't escape fast enough and is happy when she finally finds the damn bathroom.

Heather is beyond furious when the door opens right back up behind her. She expects it to be Zoey so she puts on her meanest glare.

"What the fu—oh…" Heather stops herself in surprise. "Veronica? There's another bathroom down the hall, I can use that one if you need to—"

"Stop talking."

Heather frowns "excuse me?"

She has half a mind to tell Veronica off but there are suddenly hands on her shoulders and familiar lips on hers. Heather starts when Veronica kisses her mouth hard. It surprises her but Heather quickly moves into action and grips Veronica's hips.

Heather doesn't think as she presses Veronica against the door and runs her tongue on her bottom lip. She thinks she's going to melt into the floor when Veronica lets out a spine-tingling moan when their tongues brush. Veronica grips her arms so tight she knows there's gonna be crescent marks left on her biceps the next morning. Heather is about to slip her hand under Veronica's shirt when someone knocks on the door. Heather tries to ignore them but they knock again so she has to pull away.

Veronica takes a while to open her eyes again and Heather takes pride in it. She looks at Veronica and tries to understand what made her seek her out this way.

"Are you finished in there?" Regina breaks the peace.

"Can I piss in peace, George?" Heather huffs.

Regina says, "stupid Kappa's" before her steps disappear.

Heather doesn't know what Veronica wants to do from here so she nervously clears her throat, "so…do you want to—"

"Let's go to your place."

"I…" Heather loves that idea but remembers the taste of rum during their kiss, "have you been drinking?"

"Just a couple shots."

Heather frowns. "I thought you didn't drink."

"It's almost spring break." Veronica says like it explains everything. "Your place?"

Heather isn't an idiot so she doesn't make Veronica have to ask her a third time.

"Shit," Veronica isn't good at whispering Heather quickly finds out "…where is it?"

Heather stretches in bed and welcomes the wonderful soreness from the night before. She turns over to watch a shirtless Veronica search around the room for what Heather assumes is her bra. She admires the scratches left behind on Veronica's back before she says, "I threw it near my hamper."

"…thanks…" Veronica's back faces her but Heather knows she's blushing when she finds her black lace bra hanging from Heather's hamper. Heather doesn't mean to stare but it's early and she has little self-control during the morning without her breakfast.

Veronica seems at a loss herself. Once her dress is on she just stops by Heather's door with her phone and keys in her hand. Veronica stares at her for a moment with eyes that tell Heather her minds is definitely in the gutter.

"Veronica," Heather says, "you have class at 8:30" before she loses control and pulls Veronica back into bed.

Veronica snaps out of it, "Yeah, okay, uhm—I'll see you later, thanks for…never mind that sounds weird."

"Bye Veronica," Heather puts her out of her misery.

"Bye Heather." Veronica squeaks out.

Heather can see Veronica's feet under the light of her door and smiles to herself. She waits until Veronica finally moves away from the door before she goes back under her covers.

She thinks she hears another pair of footsteps shortly after but she's already slipping back into sleep.

Heather is in the library with Duke scrolling through Instagram when she sees Veronica in one of Mac's pictures with her other sorority sisters. She goes to Veronica's page and is a little put off that she's private. It takes her an embarrassing amount of time before she requests to follow her (it's not like she has her number).

"You okay?"

Heather almost jumps. "Hm?"

"Are you okay?" Duke asks from across the table, "you've been staring at your phone with a constipated look for a couple of minutes."

Heather glares at her. "I'm fine."

"Anything to do with that chick you brought home last night?"

Heather gapes. "How did you—"

"She's not quiet. In more ways then one. I caught her walking out this morning but I don't think she saw me." Duke asks, "who is she?"

"…someone."

Duke frowns. "Someone? You don't have someone's."

"Well now I do…or, I want to. It's complicated. First I thought I was friend-zoned but now I think I'm stuck in the one-night stand zone."

She doesn't know which is worst.

"You're Heather Chandler," Duke reminds her, "she'd be lucky to be your someone. Okay?"

Heather nods.

"Good, now cheer yourself up by helping me with this lab report. I hate conversions."

Questions

Still no word from Veronica and Heather's hanging out with JD and Duke in her living room to distract herself. Distracting herself involves watching JD and Duke battle for second place after she just won in Trouble. They're screaming so loud she doesn't notice Mac come in until she sits next to her on the couch.

"Hey," Mac asks randomly, "do you know Veronica? Sawyer."

The screaming suddenly stops.

"Yeah…why, what's up?"

"Do you two have something going on?"

Heather flushes, "what?"

"Yeah. Like, are you guys fighting or something?"

"Not that I know of." Heather frowns. "Why?"

"Nothing, she was just asking me these weird questions about you. She wanted to know if Regina doesn't like you because you've messed with Janis or if the rumors about you hooking up with a lot of people is true."

Heather asks, "and what did you say?"

"I said she shouldn't believe everything she hears." Mac feels the room, "what's going on?"

Duke shouts, "you slept with a Delta! Oh man, Regina is gonna flip when she finds out. Can I record it?"

"You slept with Veronica?" Mac gasps.

Heather nods and is unprepared for Mac's squeal of delight.

"That's why she was asking! She's so into you," Mac says in a rush. "How long have you been keeping her from me? When did this happen? Last night? I knew there's a reason she wore that dress, she was trying to impress you, I can't wait to—"

Heather jumps to her feet. "Nothing. You won't do anything because nothing is happening. She hasn't reached out to me so it was probably a onetime thing."

"She hasn't called?"

"…she doesn't have my number—"

JD groans. "Seriously?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't find the time while her face was between my—"

Thankfully, her phone comes alive with a message before she can finish her sentence.

JD grabs it. "It's her!"

"What'd she say?"

"Did she send nudes?"

Heather slaps Duke on the back of the head before she takes her phone and reads aloud.

Vee_Sawyer: Hi

"Hi?" a chorus of disappointed voices say simultaneously.

"Is she even worth it?" Duke huffs, "she took four hours to say that."

Heather frowns. "She probably just wants a booty call or something, right? I've done this before. I've sent the 'hi' text multiple times and now I'm being punished."

"Say hi back. Try and feel the vibe." Mac says, "but if it is a booty call then you should be up front with her about what you want."

Heather nods. She can be honest. That's like, her whole thing.

Hessa_Chandler: Hi yourself

JD nods, "not clingy and it leaves room for opportunity. I like it."

"She responded!" Duke says.

Vee_Sawyer: anything planned for spring break or are you returning to the trenches of Westerberg as well?

"We have conversation!" JD cheers.

Duke sighs, "yeah that's not going anywhere sexual. Congratulations."

Mac almost tackles her into a hug. "I'm so proud. My little bean is growing up."

"I'm older than all of you," she huffs but they're already clearing the board to start a new game of Trouble.

Hess_Chandler: alas, I will not be returning to the trenches

Spring Break

It's more than half way through spring break and Heather's been talking to Veronica nonstop. At first they were playing phone tag on Instagram but Heather made a rash decision and sent Veronica her phone number because it was easier to reach her.

Heather's in Miami, Florida with Mac and Duke for break. They've planned this months in advance, they're staying at a B&B, and they have a list of things to do everyday to make this experience memorable. And while she loves her friends, Heather wishes she could spend some time with Veronica. They're just talking, nothing serious, so Heather doesn't want to come on too strong (it took Veronica days to get back to her after their kiss and a vague text after they had sex). Instead, Heather discretely told Veronica her flight would be coming in early Sunday morning. No implications and no expectations. It was up to Veronica to decide how she wanted to react to it.

"…hurry up your pancakes because I have a serious personal question for you."

Heather snaps out of her thoughts to turn off the stove. "Okay, give me a second." She puts three stacks of pancakes on her plate and sits at the granite kitchen counter. She props her phone up on the bottle of syrup so she can free her hands.

"What's up?"

"Don't feel offended by this, and you can choose if or if not to answer—"

Heather frowns. "Ronnie, what is it?"

"…I've heard things, from people."

She knows where Veronica is going with this. She has an idea. Mac gave her the heads up so she shouldn't feel blindsided but she does.

"Vague. Love it." She doesn't mean to sound so sarcastic but it's her defense mechanism.

"I know people talk but I'm curious." Veronica shifts, "I've heard that you kind of…get around?"

"And?"

Veronica looks put off and drops her gaze. "Nothing, I guess."

Heather knows the things people say about her and it doesn't bother her. She's used to it from high school. She's not worried about the rumors; she's just concerned they'll make Veronica see her differently.

"…sorry if that sounded like I didn't care. I'm just used to the rumors, high school prepared me for it so I'm kind of…immune? But it's bothering you so…no. I have never hooked up with Kurt and Ram, I just tutor them in stats on the weekends, and same with Liz; she's on my track team so I'm just around her a lot. And I've never messed around with Janis to get under Regina's skin or anything dumb like that. And no to anything else you've heard from those idiots who think they know a thing about me."

"I'm sorry," she sighs, "I feel like an asshole for even asking."

"No, I get it…I probably wasn't even going to reach out to you until you messaged me."

"Why not?"

"It's college." Heather shrugs, "I thought maybe it was like a one-night stand or something and you didn't want it to happen again."

"So you followed me on Insta?"

"I was testing the waters. You didn't reach out to me until like four hours later and all you said was 'hi'. I thought you were looking for a booty call or something."

"Did it really seem like that?"

"I wasn't complaining either way."

"Shut up—"

"If I was in Ohio I'd definitely visit you so we could do it again."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'd probably visit you more than once. Couple times a day." Heather's joking and plans on putting Veronica out of her misery when she flirts back.

"Then," Veronica surprises her, "maybe we should meet up when you're back in town."

Heather's throat feels like it's closing so she clears her throat. "I think that's a good idea."

Veronica has that bed room look that makes Heather feel warm all over. She's glad and irritated when Duke makes noise in the kitchen while she grabs a bowl for her cereal. Duke teases her by making a 'scissoring' motion with her fingers.

"Shut up, stupid troll," she whisper shouts.

Duke shrugs. "Come on. We've got plans to walk the board walk and we're going shopping. We leave in 15."

Heather sighs. "I've gotta go Ronnie. I'll text you."

"Okay, sounds good."

Duke slithers back up to the table like the snake she is. "How're things going?"

"Fine."

Duke gives her a look.

"They are. We're just talking. Literally. Can't do much else when I'm in another state."

"See her when you get back."

Heather says, "I don't want to sound too eager."

"She calls you everyday to talk about nothing. Trust me, you're both eager." Heather's phone vibrates on cue, "bet that's her."

Ronnie: don't forget your sunscreen when you're on the beach! I may have checked the weather in Miami and it's supposed to be the hottest day this week so also bring lots of water

Ronnie: and watch out for those crabs they like to sneak up out of nowhere

Ronnie: okay I'm done harassing you now lol

Ronnie: have fun!

"You feel that?" Duke asks, touching Heather's phone.

"Don't say it—"

"Wifey material."

"I hate you."

Heather is with her family for less than three hours and she needs to get out. She's too desperate for an escape (her mother is unbearable) so she doesn't think about the implications of asking Veronica to make a Wawa run with her at 3am. Her plane landed in Ohio around 1:30am and Veronica was the first person she texted (JD must never know). Veronica told her to call once she was settled in but Heather has done enough settling with her family and needs a distraction.

Ronnie: Wawa run ?

Veronica replies by dropping her location. Their houses are only a couple minutes away so Heather makes it there in record time. Heather unlocks the door and watches Veronica stumble out of her house in her oversized Ohio State hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts.

"Hey," Veronica sounds as out of breath as Heather feels. "I missed you."

Heather smiles, "missed you too. Miami was fun but it would've been better if you were there."

Veronica laughs it off but Heather keeps going.

"No, I'm serious, there was this journalism museum that no one wanted to check out but me. I could've used your vote."

Heather doesn't know how that results in Veronica pulling her into a kiss so intense they scramble to the back to make more room.

Heather's straddling Veronica's lap and placing wet kisses on her neck, contemplating taking off her shirt, when she remembers there was something important she wanted to ask Veronica.

"Hey. What're you doing tomorrow afternoon? Around five."

"You, hopefully."

Heather loses her train of thought when Veronica slips her hand inside her underwear.

"Ah—" Heather's hand that's not holding herself up presses into the glass. "…seriously. Are you free?"

"I should be," Veronica still sounds a little distracted but asks, "why?"

"I'm having some friends over at my house. We're just gonna hang out before school starts up again. JD will be there—"

Veronica looks sick. "Please. Don't ever. Mention that goofball when my hand is between your legs again."

"Sorry." Heather kisses her better, "so?"

"Can I bring Martha?"

Heather mocks, "Please. Don't ever. Mention that hopeless romantic when your—"

"Shut up." Veronica laughs, "we'll be there at five."

Heather knows there's something she's been meaning to tell Veronica since they started talking but she can't remember what. It's not her fault. She's not usually so forgetful but Veronica has a way of distracting her. It isn't until Veronica gets up to answer the door when she's pounding JD's head into the ground with a pillow does she remember.

"They're my roommates," Heather says when Martha questions them about their stupid sorority rivalry.

Veronica looks adorably confused throughout the entire explanation and Heather should feel bad, about leaving her out of the loop, but she didn't do it on purpose. She thought Veronica didn't care about the thing between the Delta's and the Kappa's. Veronica literally sneaked into the bathroom to make out with her while Regina was at the party.

When Veronica learns that they don't care about whatever rivalry Regina is talking about, she and Martha come up with this dramatic plan to beat Regina at kings. To end this feud once and for all.

It's a bit dramatic but Heather's one for flare and she agrees to help with the plan.

Veronica grins. "operation king is a go!"

It's also fun to watch Veronica get all excited jumping up and down on the couch like a woman on a mission.

They get together, just the two of them, on the last day of spring break. Heather's place is crowded because of a family thing she doesn't feel like attending so she goes to Veronica's to wait out the storm. They're hanging out on the couch catching up on season 2 of Castle Rock. It's a nice change of pace with Heather leaning back on the arm of the couch and Veronica tucked into her right side. Veronica is an animated TV watcher like Mac so Heather is used to the commentary. How can she be upset when Veronica whispers in her ear about the characters in the show?

"This show is insane," Heather says when the second episode ends. "You wanna watch a third?"

Veronica shakes her head, she's a little distracted with playing with the jaw string on Heather's hoodie. "I kind of feel like talking so can we put something on that you don't have to pay attention to?"

"Sure." Heather cues up Rick and Morty.

Despite her request, they don't talk much. Veronica just traces random patterns into Heather's hoodie while half-paying attention to the show. Heather thinks she can fall asleep like this and she's closing her eyes when the door opens. She cranes her neck to see a woman in the doorway who looks startlingly similar to Veronica. When she realizes it's likely her mom Heather suddenly feels like they're too close and makes a move to get up.

Veronica doesn't budge. "Hey mom."

Veronica's mother stares at them with her mouth hanging slightly. She has these bulky designer shades on so Heather can't tell what she's feeling. She thinks Mrs. Sawyer would've stayed like that if it wasn't for the child who runs into the house with her father in toe.

"Mommy, you said I could have ice cream!"

"Right." Mrs. Sawyer snaps out of it, "hello. I'm Alice, Veronica's mom."

"Hi," she manages to sit up "I'm Heather. I'm Veronica's—we go to Ohio State together."

"Go buckeye's." A pleasant looking man with short curly hair smiles, "I'm Dan. Veronica's dad. And this little one is Emma."

Heather waves. "Nice to meet you."

"…you're pretty," Emma says shyly behind her father leg.

Veronica scoffs.

"Thank you," Heather laughs. "So are you."

"We're about to have lunch on the grill. You're welcome to join us." Dan says.

"Uhm, I…sure?" she doesn't want to intrude but Veronica isn't giving her those vibes so she takes him up on the offer.

They go outside and set the table while Dan cooks on the grill with Veronica. Emma follows Heather around and reminds her of her own little sister, Maggie, who does the same. In no time the food is ready and they all huddle around the outside table to eat.

"So, Heather, what's your major?"

Heather wipes her mouth before saying, "biology."

Dan brightens up in a way that reminds her of Veronica. "I'm a biology teacher at Westerberg."

"Heather was telling me about variation in species and recessive genes a couple months ago. I still remember it," Veronica teases, "I'm in my writing class and suddenly I'm thinking about Punnett squares."

Dan smiles knowingly, "I tried to teach you about variation in high school and you didn't remember a thing."

Emma says, "Heather's a prettier teacher daddy!"

Heather doesn't need to look up to know Veronica's blushing.

"The ribs are great," Heather desperately changes the subject.

"You met her parents?" JD looks frightened. "What the hell? Heather. I thought you were just talking."

"We are—"

"Yeah," Duke says, "talking about a wedding."

Heather glares at Mac before she can even think about perking up. "We were hanging out and they showed up out of nowhere. She didn't plan it."

"She had to know they were coming." JD says, "you two have been going at it since you've got back from Miami but one day, the day before we go back to school none the less, she decides she's not in the mood. Please."

"What does it mean?"

Duke laughs. "It means you have a girlfriend."

"We haven't talked about dating."

"You act like a couple," Mac confesses, "so you might want to figure out what's going on with you two before someone gets hurt."

Heather was a fool to think spring break would relax her. It just adds on more stress.

Operation King

They show up late to the Delta party because JD drops his slushie in the street and insists on going back for another one. I'll be off my game without it, he insisted. And as ridiculous as it sounds, it's true. So, Heather turned around to get JD another slushie before they went back to the party. She sees Veronica and can tell she's obviously worried (she can tell by the way she's fussing with her hands). It's halfway into the party and it probably seems like they weren't going to show up, but they're here.

When Regina spots them Duke takes over.

"Mac," Regina meets them in the middle. "What're they doing here?"

"We're here for one last game. Kings. Let's find out who the real winner is. I already have my team lined up: me, Heather, Lonnie, Amanda, and Jodie."

"…fine." Regina crosses her arms, "I'll take Mac, Susie, Janis and—Veronica."

JD sets up the game before he takes cover over by Martha, Kurt, and Ram in the kitchen area. After that, the game is in full effect. Heather's watched it too many times but it's a little different when she's playing. She has to stay on her toes because getting sloppy drunk in this game will result in her downfall. She feels bad for Veronica (a novice at best) when she doesn't touch the floor fast enough when Janis pulls out a 4 and has to take a shot or when Mac gets a 9 and she fails to rhyme and has to take another drink. But Heather saw this coming and made sure to tell Veronica to eat something before the game; and since she's not in worse conditions, Heather's assumes she took her advice.

Heather's just going with the motions of the game and isn't paying much attention (all they need is the last king). But when Duke pulls a Jack and sends her a devious smirk Heather brings her guard back up.

"Never have I ever…" Duke holds up three fingers, "slept with a Delta."

Heather knows this has something to do with payback for making Duke chaperon that freshmen earlier in the semester at rush week so she accepts the scorn. There are a lot of Delta's, including those who've graduated, so there's no way of Regina finding out. So, Heather drops a finger like the game instructs.

Regina scoffs in disgust. "Why am I not surprised."

Heather winks at her just to see her do a full body shudder.

They're halfway through the circle when Duke and Mac do that weird thing with their eyes when they're about to tag team and fuck something up. Heather knows where they're going with the next one. And she's fine with it. Her and Veronica aren't even dating so it's not a big deal if people know they've hooked up once or twice (way more than twice). But she doesn't know how Veronica feels about letting people know about them. Or was there even a them to keep a secret about?

"Never have I ever slept with a Kappa."

Heather doesn't want to see Veronica in pain but she can't deny she's satisfied with the turn of events. Maybe she can finally get an idea of what Veronica thinks of them…if they can be a them.

Veronica drops a finger and the domino effect begins.

"What?" Regina's voice sounds annoyingly high. "Veronica—"

Janis steers the game before Regina can make a scene. For the rest of the game Veronica won't look at anyone in the circle unless the game demands it. Heather wishes she could know what was going through her brain but she isn't given much time to worry when Regina draws a queen.

"Veronica." Regina asks, "who's the Kappa you slept with?"

Heather can't look up. It's the rule of the game, don't answer the question, but she knows she'll be irritated if Veronica doesn't. Heather shouldn't even care. It's just a game and she and Veronica aren't a thing. Veronica will pass on the question, eventually they'll get the last king card and they'll dismantle this hierarchy and then they'll go back to whatever they've been doing until it isn't enough. Then Heather will have to distance herself from Veronica, block her on Instagram, avoid her at parties, because the reminder will be too much to bear.

But Veronica, full of surprises, says—

"Heather Chandler" she right before she downs her drink.

And when there's no sign of regret, Heather feels like she can breathe again.

"You can't—she's a Kappa!" Regina comes alive with rage.

Veronica isn't looking at anyone. She's looking at the five cards on the table with a startling amount of attention.

"Are you listening?"

Veronica finally picks a card. Heather knows it's the right one when that gleam shines in those brown doe eyes.

"That's not allowed." Regina won't quit. "We hate Kappa's. That's the first thing you learn! It's our motto, we stand by it, it's the rule—"

"It's a dumb rule," Veronica says with enough bluntness to rival Heather's.

Regina is shaking. "What did you just say?"

Veronica holds up a King of Hearts.

"I have a king. This means I get to make a rule that everyone has to follow." Veronica slips the card under the can after she proclaims, "the new rule is—Delta's and Kappa's will learn to coexist on this campus and forget about their stupid rivalry."

The can explodes under the pressure of the last king.

Heather watches, a new moment in history, as the loser, and also the champion, removes her card from the beer top to finally end the game.

"Regina," Veronica says. "We have no reason to hate the Kappa's. They've never done anything to us so why should we?"

"It's the rule—"

"There's a new rule now."

Veronica confesses, "I don't hate Heather or Duke, and I'm sure they don't hate you—"

Heather knows Duke is trying twice as hard as she is to keep a straight face (and it's not easy when they're tipsy).

"Who even told you to hate Kappa's?"

Regina, outnumbered, falls back into her seat. "…my sorority president when I was a freshman—"

"We have this rule because four years ago some bitter chick made you hate some girls you've never met?" Mac asks calmly but Heather's known her long enough to notice that vein on her forehead.

"It was tradition!"

Veronica says, "now we have a new tradition…Regina?"

"Fine," she sighs, "I guess we can start a new tradition."

Loose Ends

"Wait," Veronica rolls over to look up at Heather, "you noticed me at Westerberg but you didn't say anything?"

"I didn't know how to approach you. I was a senior about to graduate, it would've been weird for me try and hit on you or something. I don't know."

They're studying inside the indoor track complex before Heather has practice. Veronica has her head on her lap while Heather plays with the strands that have come loose from her braid (Duke can't French braid for shit).

"Then what made you say something at 711?"

Heather laughs, "aside from my best friend drunkenly harassing you? Uhm, I kind of sent JD to scope you out for me during rush week."

"What?" Veronica gasps.

"Yeah," looking back on it seems so long ago (and childish). "I made him wear this ugly trench coat and told him to act weird so you wouldn't be into him. I told him to get your name for me. That's all I needed."

"Did you follow me to 711 too?"

Heather frowns. "What? No, he just really loves slushies. Why? Are you mad?"

"No?" Veronica says, "I asked Mac if you were a player so I guess we both went about things wrong."

"Is that why you kissed me in the bathroom? Because of Zoe?"

"Zoe." Veronica arches an eyebrow.

"Zoey." Heather corrects.

"She was all over you."

"I mean," Heather shrugs, "it's not like we're dating or anything." She doesn't mean to sound blunt but it's getting harder to keep her feelings at bay. They've been, doing whatever they're doing for another month now. Heather would like to figure out what they are before the end of the semester so she can prep accordingly for next year (like the best routes to avoid Veronica if this goes downhill).

Veronica doesn't say anything but she does move off her lap. Heather feels like it's her fault when Veronica starts grabbing her things.

"Where're you going?"

Veronica stands up and shoulders her bag. "I'm gonna get to class. Halls are getting crowded lately."

"Your class isn't until three."

"I just wanna be early."

Heather sighs. "Okay. I'll see you later?"

Veronica isn't so convincing when she says "yeah" over her shoulder.

A few hours later Heather is in her Genetics lab alone, studying for the quiz in thirty minutes, when Martha Dunnstock comes barging in. She looks very much frazzled and out of breath.

"You can't have that in here." Heather points to the water bottle in her hand. "Has to stay outside or you risk getting all kinds of bacteria in your—"

"She said this wasn't going to be a thing."

"I'm sorry?"

"When you two kissed at the party Veronica said she didn't want it to be a thing."

Heather feigns interest in her notes. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

To think this thing wasn't even—

"She's never been with a girl before." Martha says, "and I think she was just worried about the implications. She didn't want to think about it or make it into a thing but it has always been a thing. And now she's stuck with all these feelings for you and she's out of her element. She doesn't do kisses by the pool at frat parties or one-night stands. And she doesn't introduce you to her parents if she doesn't want it to be a thing."

Heather asks, "what do you want me to do? She probably doesn't want to see me."

"She does. Just, talk to her," Martha says, "and maybe tell her you don't have feelings for that Zoey chick from the party?"

"I don't."

Martha nods. "Yeah, I know. But she'll feel better hearing you say it."

Heather watches Martha go the same way she came in.

"Damn," she huffs, "how they hell am I supposed to study now?"

Veronica picks up on the fourth call. "I have an early class tomorrow."

"All you do is watch movies in that class."

"Bye Heather—"

"I don't like Zoey," she rushes out, "or anyone else."

"You called me at midnight to tell me that you don't like anybody."

Heather winces at how badly she's butchering this. "I like you. I don't care about anyone else, okay? I don't like Zoey or any of the other girls or guys who throw themselves at me. They don't like talking about journalism the way you do."

"Journalism?" Veronica sounds a lot less hostile than before.

Heather smiles into the phone, "yeah. I really like journalism. And, uh, it's kind of a deal breaker for me if the other person doesn't have an interest in it."

Veronica whispers, "well…I really like biology. And that's a deal breaker for me too."

"Then," Heather laughs, "I guess we have a lot to talk about."

There's shuffling on Veronica's end of the phone. She doesn't say anything for a long moment. Heather doesn't speak until she faintly hears Martha telling Veronica 'bye'.

"Veronica?" when that doesn't work, "Ronnie?"

"Are Mac and Duke there?"

Heather sits up. "What?"

"Are you home alone, Heather?"

"Yeah. Mac is staying at Regina's for an all nighter and Duke is hooking up with this guys from class."

"Can I come over?" It's like Veronica can see her jaw on the ground because she keeps the conversation going, "pick me up in five. You know where my dorm is."

When she finally gains her bearings, Heather asks "I thought you had an early class?" teasingly.

"Shut up, Heather."

New Beginnings

It's two weeks towards the end of the semester and they're having lunch outside on the grass on one of the warmer days. Heather knows, thanks to Martha, that it's up to her to make the move towards an actual relationship. She thought of planning this big romantic thing but with class and track she's been busy.

When the wind blows Veronica's hair haphazardly Heathers goes on a limb to ask, "you wanna get dinner tonight?"

"Sure," Veronica looks up from her journal. "I'm feeling pizza for takeout."

Heather hopes she isn't making a face. "…I was thinking we could eat in. Maybe dress up a little? We never go anywhere."

It takes Veronica a moment.

"Are you asking me out?"

Heather looks away to hide her blush. "Is that a problem?"

"So romantic."

"Is that a yes or no?"

"It's always a yes." Veronica leaps up to press a lasting kiss to Heather's lips. "But I still want pizza."

"Fine. Compromise. You better wear a dress."

A shadow blocks the sun and forces them to look up. Heather purses her lips when she sees Regina waving down at them.

"Hey guys."

"Hey."

Heather mumbles, "George."

"What's going on?"

Regina hands them each a flyer. "Birthday party at my house next week. It's supposed to be a surprise."

"But you're handing out your own invitations?"

"I'll be sure to act surprised."

Veronica laughs, "I'm sure you will. And we will definitely be there. Right Hessa?"

Heather grunts and it's the closest Regina's going to get to a yes. "Thanks. I'll see you guys at game night."

"Bye Regina."

Veronica moves up to lean into Heather's side as their backs press against the tree. She laces their fingers together while she reads the details of the party. While she's busy looking at the party flyer Heather tilts her head back and starts planning their date. She wonders if she can find a flower place on such short notice and makes a reminder to call JD to help her set everything up.

Heather pushes her shades up higher on her face when a cloud parts to make way for sunlight. Heather thinks it's not a bad thing, the Delta's and Kappa's living in peace at Ohio State, if it means the sun shines a little bit brighter.

I was writing this yesterday and then my friend texted me and reminded me that I had like three writing assignments due for this one class so…I stopped writing this to finish my homework.

I miss spring break.

If you want comment which section number was your favorite. Thanks for reading.