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I didn't plan on going over to Veronica's, really. It just sorta popped into my head. I had just gotten home, half expecting my night to end early with Dad busting through the door.

He never did.

All I wanted was to speak with Veronica again. She seemed to, I don't know, get it.

I raced through the house, my eyes flickering around the place, looking around for the particular room. I opened the door to find an airless, cluttered office with files and related papers strewn about.

Maybe I could find her friends' home phone numbers in some odd file - Dunnstock or Finn?

With a bit of effort, I was able to pull out a worn piece of paper entitled Edward T. Finn. The father of Betty Finn, I presumed.

It contained basic information - most of its context useless to me, except for the little black line that inscribed his phone number.

"You've reached the Finn household."

"Is, ah, Betty there?"

"Yes. Why, if I may ask?"

"Oh, ah, I just need some clarification on tomorrow's science test."

"Wait a second, aren't you Bud Dean's son?"

"No."

"You shouldn't lie, kid."

"Can you get Betty over? I really need her help."

And with that, the honeyed voice faded, and footsteps drummed against the floor.

"Hello? Is this Jason Dean?"

"The one and only."

"My dad said you needed help on a science test? You're not in Mr. Wiater's class, though, so why are you asking me?"

"Listen, I need you to do me a favor."

"Okay..."

"You still friends with Sawyer?"

A long period of silence followed.

"I think so. I mean, she was really nice to me today before Heather dragged her away...But before the Heathers? Oh man, you should of seen us! Martha, Ronnie and I would always play Mystery Date at Ronnie's house, and Martha woul-"

"Mmm. You know her address, right?"

Betty seemed to hesitate at that moment. "Of course I do. Why?"

"Can you," I mumbled, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. "Give it to me?"

"Why would I?" she asked quietly.

"Finn, just give me the address."

"Did - are you her boyfriend?"'

"I am. Sure."

"You should call Veronica, then."

I kicked the leg of the writing desk, growling. "It's a surprise. A birthday party. Three hour anniversary. Whatever makes you happy. Just give me the goddamn address!"

"Sorry. Tell Ronnie I said hi, okay?"

With the the newly printed letters on the parchment, I hung up. Veronica could really use tips on getting better friends then these fucking idiots.

o00o

From my first glance, I could tell Veronica was rich. Hell, anyone could tell. The rows of big houses furnished with only the best, gardens bigger than anything I could ever buy, and the drunken teenagers staggering home after a wild night of boning horny jocks and downing ten bottles of Budweiser.

Veronica's neighborhood wasn't gated, surprisingly. Easier for me to get to her home.

Soon enough, I was parked in her driveway. The house seemed to be empty - minus the hallway. I assumed it was Veronica just returning, knowing she'd be drunk or she was about to sleep. The real challenge? How to get up into her room.

I ambled behind the house, looking for any ways to climb up. I was able to locate a ladder near the shed.

I don't know why or how, but here I was, climbing up into some girl's room, uninvited. What would I even do - what would she do? Have a conversation about how I found her house?

Just as I was about to poke my head in, I saw what looks to be a diary fling across the bedroom, landing with a sharp thud.

She glanced at me, almost jumping. She breathed, blinking in a flutter.

"Dreadful etiquette, I apologize."

Veronica smiled shakily, her eyes a mix of bewilderment, gladness, and wonder. "It's okay," she replied.

A quick douse of silence ensued, and I sighed, peeking outside. Within a second, I looked back, meeting her gaze. "I saw the croquet set-up in the back. You up for a match?"

o00o

There was something so perplexing, so fascinating and so alluring about Veronica Sawyer. The way she stared at me, her movements, what she said and did - Things that I never excepted a popular girl like her. Snide remarks and a dark sense of humor.

It had started out as a game of croquet, but soon spiraled out of control. Veronica suggested changing the rules and basis of the game, and, well, we ended up with the two of us wrapped in a blanket, naked, and making out.

It took a while before I could even attempt to separate from her lips. She noticed this pretty quickly, and pulled away. "Mmm, thank you, that was my," It took me a second to regain my demeanor, or even catch a breath. "First game of strip croquet."

"Well, you're welcome. It's a lot more interesting than just flinging off your clothes and boning away on a neighbor's swing set."

"Mmm - there's a lot to be said for throwing off your - oww!" I yipped, grabbing her hand. Her bite was softer than it felt, and she giggled.

"What a night," Veronica began, starry eyed. "What a life. They wanted to move me into high school out of the sixth grade because I was supposed to be this big genius -"

I nodded.

" - then we decided to chuck the idea, because I'd have trouble making friends, blah, blah, blah," Veronica sighed, her infectious smile disintegrating into a frown. "Now blah, blah, blah is all I do. I use my grand IQ to decide what color gloss to wear, and how to hit three keggers before curfew."

Before she could utter another word, I kissed her again. It wasn't as deep as the last or as addicting. But Veronica still made it worthwhile. I caressed her hair, thinking.

None of the trio - but mostly Chandler - didn't deserve to be in the same school as Veronica Sawyer. Veronica was the only one who understood me. She understood my bullshit angst, she understood my hatred for the Heathers. She belonged to me and only to me. Chandler couldn't steal her, Veronica was my girlfriend. Chandler couldn't take her away. That bimbette needed to suffer.

"Mmm - Heather Chandler is one bitch that deserves to die," I thought out loud.

Veronica seemed to hesitate at that moment. It almost seemed like she was about to agree, but she shook her head.

"Killing her won't solve anything," she mumbled, nestling closer into my chest. "I say we just grow up, be adults and die."

I nodded, moaning softly as we kissed. "But before that," she murmured between kisses, "I'd like to see Heather Chandler puke her guts out."

Thanks for reading! By the way, thank you guys for following and favoriting this stupid fanfic. Four favorites, three follows. Crazy stuff, definitely! Maybe I could doing something in the future to celebrate? Well, I'll think about it until next week.

As you can see, I'm starting to add little extra tidbits. I really thought that it should be explained how JD got Veronica's address, considering that they met that day.

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