❝ ᵇᵒᵒᶰ ᶜʳᵃᵛᵉʳ⋅ ☮

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           “     i’ll  see  you  there    —    you  know  what  ,  i’m  not  gonna  see  you  there  am  i ?    ”                  /                 “   probably  not .   ”

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❝          didntthrow          ;          j.d.

         “      okay   ,   so  we  won’t  make  it  on  santa’s  nice  list  this  year.  big whoop !      ”                                        cue  unceremonious  disposal  of  the  slurpee    ,   half - empty  cup  tossed  to  the  ground  with  careless  abandon .        the  world  is  already  filled  with  trash   ,   what’s  a  little  more ?                                        “     don’t  you  get  it ?  this  is  a  good  thing !      heather  chandler  was  going  to  ruin your  life.      ”                                         attemped   rationalisation   seemingly  reigns  supreme   within  this  conversation  ,  incredulous tones  spilling from  parted  tiers  with  near  immediacy   ;   arms  are  spread  in flourishing  motion  to  achieve  maximum  breadth   ,   upturned palms  displayed  towards  her    ,   features  noticeably creasing  with  downward  pull  of  heavy  brow.     truly   ,  he  cannot  fathom  how  veronica  fails  to  see  the  service  they  have  done  for  the  world .          heather  chandler  was  better  off  dead .  one  day   ,   veronica  would  thank  him .         nonetheless  ,  obviously  shaken   disposition  adopted  by  veronica  stirs  reaction  within  him   ;  inate  instinct  to  bring  her  comfort  taking  hold  ,  she  is  all  he  has .  anybody  else  is  expendable.        step  forward  is  taken   ,   then  another   ,   until  space  betwixt  the  pair  has  all  but  disappeared .  crown  ducks  downward  ,  darkened  gaze  lowering  to  match  her  own  ,  and  hands  move to  take  resting  position  on  either  side  of  her  shoulders   ,   heavy  fabric violet  blazer  she  dons  creasing  beneath  weight  of  his  palms .                                         “   now ,  she  can’t.   ”

                                                  “     she  didn’t  deserve  to  die     !     “                     anger  explodes  from  her     ,     arms  flying  out  to  force  his  touch a way  from  her     .     she  cannot  stand  him  touching  her     ,     not  now     ,     not  after  what  he  -  they  -  did     .     head  is  spinning     ,     she  can  only  keep  repeating  the  facts  to  herself  over  and  over  again                    (     they  killed  someone     ;     they  KILLED  heather  chandler     !     )                     .     maybe  heather  was  going  to  destroy  her  socially     ,     but  she  could  have  handled  that     .     it  wasn’t  as  if  veronica  hadn't  been  an  outcast  before     ;     it  would  have  been  over  in  a  few  months  anyway     ,     and  then  she  would  have  gone  away  to  college  like  everyone  else  her  age  with  a  clean  conscience     .                    “     you  can’t  just  kill  everyone  who  tries  to  hurt  me     ;     life  doesn’t  work  like  that     .     “                    an  offhand  comment  she  didn’t  really  think  through  before  she  said  it     .     this  was  one  thing     -     this  was  just  one  person  and  this     ,     it  . . .  it  won’t  happen  again     .     she  will  make  sure  of  it     .     hand  comes  up  o  pinch  the  bridge  of  her  nose     ,     head  falls  down  as  her  eyes  close  and  she  takes  a  moment     ,     doing  her  best  not  to  say  the  wrong  thing      .                    “     this  . . .  this  can’t  happen  again     .     okay      ?     -     no  more     .     “

[didntcatch-blog]

❝          alticsfortius          ;          heather  chandler.

                      a finger circles around her lips, stopping just at her cupid’s                       bow before the sound of veronica’s voice catches her atten-                       tion. ( barely. ) she doesn’t pull away, too focused on herself                       to turn around and face the girl. ( not like she cares that mu-                       ch, anyways. her attachment to this girl is few and far betw-                       een – she’s an asset, not a shopping buddy. )

                      ❛ she did something right. color me shocked, ❜ heather                       drawls, the playful jab at heather duke falling easily from her                       lips before she’s reaching into her purse. she feels around in                       the dark for a second before stumbling upon her tube of lipst-                       ick, and her fingers pop the plastic case off with ease before                       she’s twisting the base slowly. ❛ i’m skipping class tomorrow.                       i need you to write me a note from my parents, giving me per-                       mission to not be here. ❜ her tone is short, near bored as she                       sighs. ❛ i know it’s a little, ❜ a beat, lips twisting into a fake gr-                       in, ❛ out of your league, but. consider this a test. a final, or wh-                       atever. you can handle that, right? ❜

                                                 “     uh     -     SURE     !     “     eagerness  springs  from  her  lips     ,     slathered  uncomfortably  in  apple  flavoured  lip  balm     ,     and  veronica  pulls  her  battered  notebook  from  her  pocket     ,     pen  quickly  following  as  she  assumes  the  position     .     desperate  to  please  heather  chandler     ,     who  so  effortlessly  lords  it  over  the  entire  student  body     ,     veronica  begins  scribbling     ,     dispelling  any  thoughts  as  to  where  this  sits  with  her  own  morals     .     “     do  you     -     have  anything  of  theirs  I  can  look  at     ?     so  i  can  copy  a  signature     ?     “

                                                                    already  a  draft  has  begun     (     veronica  doesn’t  want  to  waste  any  time  with  this  one     -     logic  would  suggest  that  taking  a  few  minutes  to  do  what  has  been  asked  of  her  would  be  no  great  crime     ,     but  veronica  does  not  want  to  risk  the  wrath  of  heather  chandler     )     ,     notes  filling  up  a  page  of  the  small  notebook  already     .     she  is  going  to  need  a  new  one  soon     ,     what  with  all  the  extra  work  she  has  been  doing  for  THE  HEATHERS     .     not  that  she  minded     -     at  least  she  wasn’t  the  target  of  spit-balls  anymore     .

[didntcatch-blog]

“Do you have the stuff?”

                                                 “     of  course     .     “     bag  is  heaved  up  and  dropped  unceremoniously  on  the  tabletop  between  them     ,     followed  quickly  by  a  satisfied  sigh     .     smile  lights  up  her  face     ,     she  unzips  the  bag  and  holds  it  open  so  that  j.d.  might  take  a  look  inside     .     “     did  you  doubt  me     ?     “

[didntcatch-blog]

@drowngrief​  wanted  veronica     !

                                                  “     did  you     ,     uh     want  something     ?     “                      question  is  posed  at  the  girl  in  the  doorway     ,     hand  coming  up  to  push  her  hair  from  her  eyes  so  veronica  might  get  a  better  look      .     veronica  does  not  know  who  she  is     ,     but  that  is  nothing  new     ;     ever  since  she  began  hanging  out  with  THE  HEATHERS  a  whole  number  of  people  she  has  never  even  met  before  seem  to  know  her  name     .                     “     hall  pass     ?     -     absence  note     ?     . . .     PRESCRIPTION     ?     “

[didntcatch-blog]

'im too adorable to slap.'

                                                 “     -     yeah  well  you  might  want  to  act  it     .     “                   words  are  spat  out  in  her  quick  fury     ,     though  the  immediacy  with  which  it  fizzles  out  is  even  more     .     lips  are  pursed     ,     head  canting  down  as  veronica  stifles  an  awkward  cough     ,     scuffing  the  toe  of  her  shoe  against  the  ground     .     she  won’t  apologise  for  now     ,     but  the  sheepishness  is  obvious  in  her  stance     .

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❝          wrongoutfit          ;          heather mcnamara.

        “Yeah, I know. You need, like, a mostly new wardrobe and makeup and stuff.”         Heather was already being picked up from school by her mom, there was no         need to wait around for any more choices to be made, at least she didn’t think         there was a reason, so she grabbed Veronica’s wrist and tugged once. “C’mon,         we can go now. You can get, like, a million blazers or whatever.”

                                                  “     I  -  I  do      ?     “                     that  was  news  to  veronica     ;     she  knew  that  the  majority  of  her  fashion  choices  weren’t  exactly  to  the  heather’s  taste     ,     but  a  whole  new  wardrobe  was  a  different  story     .     and  makeup     ?     veronica  wasn’t  sure  she  even  knew  how  to  use  makeup     -     not  effectively     ,     at  least     ,     and  not  to  heather’s  standards     .     no  make  up  is  better  than  bad  make  up     ,     right     ?                    “     um     -     okay     .     “

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@energeticrussian​  wanted  veronica     !

                                                  “     hey     ,      are  you  alright    ?     “     falling  down  to  a  knee  hands  extend  before  her  to  offer  the  boy  some  assistance  in  getting  to  his  feet      .       impatient  manner     ,     sparked  by  his  treatment  by  his  peers     ,     causes  hand  to  defect  for  a  moment  to  push  dark  curl  behind  her  ear  before  returning  to  position      .     “     they  didn’t  hurt  you     ,     did  they     ?     “     not  that  there was  anything  she  could    ,     or  would  do  about  it  if  they  did      .       for  one  thing  the  perpetrator  is  long  gone  now     ,     and  for  another  there  were  some  risks  you  only  took  for  your  best  friends     ;     or  when  your  reckless  temper  gets  the  better  of  you     .

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@meddlingheels​  wanted  veronica     !

                                                  “     oh     -     HERE     .     use  mine     .     “                             as  a  newly  appointed  member  of  the  heathers                   (     or     ,     three  heathers  and  a  veronica  as  it  is  now     )                   ,     almost  by  law  she  is  required  to  carry  in  her  purse  the  entire  contents  of  a  drugstore                  (     both  cosmetics  and  . . .  other  products     )                  .     rummaging  for  a  few  seconds                 (     despite  being  so  tiny     ,     this  so  called  designer  bag  is  far  more  prone  to  causing  her  belongings  to  disappear  than  her  satchel  from  before     )                  veronica  eventually  produces  the  tube  of  mascara  she  had  been  looking  for     ,     noticing  that  the  others’  appears  to  have  dried  up     .     the  heathers  aren’t  looking     ,     too  caught  up  in  their  own  reflections     ,     so  why  shouldn’t  she  help  someone  out     ?

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❝          longlocked          ;          rapunzel.

                 Fearful of being reprimanded, lips part with intentions of denying the act was her when she catches sight of the scrawled cursive. Small tokens of what she enjoyed about this section, and the intriguing lexis in that past - a smile takes root to reread those words and Rapunzel gazes up from her sketch book to the other ( Vivian? Valerie? No, Veronica ) .

                                       “ Oh, yeah - I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t but sometimes I get really caught up in my thoughts, you know? ”

                                                  “     no  -  no  -  it’s  fine  i  just     -     i  wanted  to  be  sure     .     “                     should  she  be  this  concerned  for  a  total  stranger     ?     her  history  tells  her  yes     ,     even  if  she  is  over  reacting     (     better  safe  than  sorry     )      .     “     it’s  not     -     “     an  awkward  cough     ,     she  cannot  look  over  the  girl’s  shoulder  without  appearing  totally  conspicuous     .     “     what  are  you  reading     ?     “

[deathrisen]

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"I did a bad thing."

                                                 “     bad  like  losing  the  little  league     ?     or . . .   bad  like  . . .   you  blew  all  our  money  on  a  life  time  supply  of  slurpees  and  i’m  going  to  have  brain  freeze  for  the  next  fifteen  years     .     “     not  bad  off  the  top  of  her  head     -     smug  laugh  escapes     ,     followed  by  a  semi  embarrassing  snort     ,     and  she  turns  about  to  look  at  j.d.     ,     stood  in  the  doorway     .     something  is  wrong      ,     she  thinks     ,     his  shoulders  are  sloping  and  his  head  is  down     .     this  was  serious     .     “  j.d.  “     a  pause     ,     she  whets  her  lips     ,     voice  suddenly  serious     .     “     is  . . .  everything  okay     ?     “

[didntcatch-blog]

❝          didntthrow          ;          j.d.

            “   not  my  fault  you  went  with  cherry .   ”                                       honeyed  tones  which  smooth  over  flat  of  his  tongue  are  doused  in  nonchalance  ,  languid  smile  coming  to  spread  across  breadth  of  his  countenance  ,  complacency  a  catalyst  for  lift  of  singular  brow  ,  and  coat  -  clad  shoulders  rise  and  fall  in  formation  of  noncommittal  shrug.                                       “   rookie  mistake.  told  ya  to  go  with  lime .  less  processed  , don't  get  that  ,  ah  ,  capitalistic  aftertaste.  ”                                       a  moments  pause  ,  wry  chuckle  splitting  though  narrow  space  betwixt  semi  -  separated  brims  to  fill  ,  admittedly  narrow  ,  distance  that  stands  ‘tween  teenage  couplet  ,  and  arms  extend  outward  ,  free  hand  swiping  frozen  beverage  from  veronica’s  lap  ,  depositing  his  own  as  replacement  for  stolen  slurpee .                                         “   here.    c’mon  ,  we’ll  swap.  ”                  as  if  he  gave  her  a  choice.

                                                  his  voice  is  smooth  and  sweet     ;     it  disarms  her     ,      as  always     ,     and  she  will  happily  go  along  with  his  words     .     trust  is  set  so  deep  between  them  that  she  will  not  even  think  of  questioning  such  an  odd  suggestion     ,     he  makes  her  weak  at  the  knees  though  she  knows  this  is  more  than  just  a  high  school  crush     .       hearing  him  laugh  for  once  makes  her  SMILE     (     it  wasn’t  much     ,     but  she  will  take  this  small  victory     )     and  veronica  can’t  help  but  chuckle  in  return     .     trademark  awkwardness  is  present  in  orotund  tones     ,     but  she  has  never  felt  less  out  of  place  in  her  life     .                            “     ‘kay     .     “                            she  will  not  look  away  from  him     ,     hands  blindly  finding  the  drink  in  her  lap  and  taking  a  long  slurp     .    filled  with  pleasant  surprise     ,     eyebrows  will  raise     ,     swallowing  quickly  before  the  wretched  brain  freeze  sets  in     .                    “     you’re  right     ,     that  is  better  than  cherry     .     “

[didntcatch-blog]

“Hey, stay close to me. Got it?”

@didntthrow     ///     meme.

                                                 “     got  it     .     “     immediate  movements  in  response  to  his  words     ;     veronica  moves  closer  to  jd     ,     stomach  rolling     ,     though  she  cannot  tell  if  it  is  with  nerves  or  anticipation     .     every  nerve  is  on  edge     ,     every  muscle  tense     ,     and  hand  slips  into  the  pocket  of  her  blazer     ,     fingers  caressing  the  smooth  metal  of  the  GUN  he  had  entrusted  to  her  earlier  that  day     .     she  isn’t  entirely  sure  how  to  use  it     ,     but  more  than  willing  to  learn     ;     and  the  anticipation  grows  into  excitement  as  their  shoulders  brush  and  they  slowly  progress  forward     .     smile  cannot  be  suppressed  no  matter  the  dangers  of  the  situation  they  are  in     ,     even  more  so  as  it  occurs  to  her  acts  which  will  no  doubt  transpire  later  that  night     .     fingers  will  slide  cross  the  barrel  of  the  gun     ,     tongue  whetting  raspberry  lips  as  she  endeavours  to  keep  quiet     (     she  cannot  ruin  the  FUN     )     .

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❝          wrongoutfit          ;          heather mcnamara.

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    “So you’re like, new and improved and stuff now, so you should come shopping     with me. Get you new clothes. My dad’s totally loaded and you need at LEAST     a hundred new outfits. We can get you some really cute accessories too.”

                                                  ”     wow   —   heather  that’s      ———         SO  NICE     .     “     ‘   nice   ‘  isn’t  precisely  the  word  veronica  would  have  used     ,     but  candour  is  not  her  chosen  vice  as  of  late     .     she  doesn’t  really  have  the  money  to  spend  on  new  clothes     ,     not  that  she  expects  the  heathers  to  understand  that     ,     but  how  can  she  refuse     ?     they  had  all  been  so  nice  to  her     (     well . . .     )     and  to  say  no  now  would  be  as  good  as  a  death  sentence  in  the  roman  colosseum  that  is  HIGH  SCHOOL     .     “     uh     —     SURE     .     “

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