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

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“ i’ll see you there — you know what , i’m not gonna see you there am i ? ” / “ probably not . ”
❝ 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 . “
❝ 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 .
“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 ? “
@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 ? “
'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 .
❝ 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 . “
@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 .
@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 ?
❝ 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 ? “
neurofish:
it’d be cool if i could…………………function
"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 ? “
❝ 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 . “
“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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Can’t Help Falling In Love + Rain
❝ wrongoutfit ; heather mcnamara.
@didntcatch || sc
“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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