Summary: Sodapop is a new student to Westerberg High the same year as JD is. The reader is in the same group as the Heathers and Veronica. While Veronica falls for JD, the Heathers are busy flirting with Sodapop. However, Sodapop takes a liking to you instead.
Word Count: 2,741
Warnings: Language
A.N: This was written for @meganlpie‘s Musical AU Writing Challenge.
Another year of torture you thought as you walked through the smelly, loud, and crowded halls of Westerberg High School in Sherwood, Ohio. At least it’s my last year. After three years of high school, there’s pretty much nothing that I haven’t seen. You were wrong. You looked around the busy hallway and saw two of your friends, Heather McNamara and Heather Duke rushing towards you. Even though they had seen you yesterday, they looked as if it were the first time seeing you since junior year ended.
“I heard there’s two new boys this year. And they’re in our grade!” Heather McNamara cheered.
“How very,” you said grinning at both of the Heathers.
“I hope at least one of them is cute. I’m tired of all these nerds. Besides, I’ve already dated all of the cute guys that go to Westerberg High,” Heather Duke sighed and rolled her eyes. You and Heather McNamara shared a glance and began laughing.
As you continued walking to the cafeteria, you ran into Heather Chandler and Veronica who were once again arguing. Veronica was the one who had gotten you into this group, so you were hoping that she wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize her spot or yours.
You had begged her all summer about getting you included in the group. It took about a month, but finally she called you and said you were in. You didn’t want to ask what she had to do to get you in. All that mattered was you were finally in.
Once you met the Heathers, you seemed to get along pretty well and grew close quickly. All except Heather Chandler. You faked your kindness to her. In your opinion, she was too bossy, and you weren’t going to suck up to someone a year below you. You were kind enough to stay in the group, but you would still argue with her if you didn’t agree with her.
You could tell the fight was escalating by the way they began waving their arms more violently and raised their voices, trying to be louder than the other. You quickly leapt into action before anything more could happen. You stepped in between them right as Heather began to lurch towards Veronica.
“Hey. Why don’t we go to lunch and maybe discuss it calmly while eating?” you offered.
“Okay. Fine,” Veronica said, not taking her eyes off of Heather.
“I’m done with her and this entire dumb discussion anyways. Let’s just leave it with me being right,” Heather Chandler declared. Veronica stayed silent, not wanting the fight to get physical. Heather Chandler strutted off and you, Veronica, Heather, and Heather followed her.
As you entered the cafeteria, the disgusting smell of everyone’s lunch mingled together and met your nose. You scrunched up your nose to show your disgust.
“One thing I’m not going to miss when I go to college is the smell of this cafeteria,” Veronica complained while subtly trying to hold her breath.
Once you all sat down, Heather McNamara told Heather and Veronica about the two new guys. Everyone at the table was glancing about trying to find the newbies in the sea of kids.
“Found one,” Veronica murmured staring at a guy with black hair, somewhat tan skin, and candy apple green eyes. He was wearing a black trenchcoat, even though it was at least 80 degrees out. Beneath that, he was wearing a green plaid shirt that was buttoned up and matched the color of his eyes.
“God Veronica, drool much?” Heather McNamara teased. You laughed knowing that Veronica clearly liked this guy by the way she gawked at him with a lovesick smile.
“I am not drooling!” Veronica growled turning her attention back to you guys. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, just in case. Everyone sitting at your table saw and began laughing.
“Well, don’t worry. You can have him,” Duke said still looking around with a frown hoping that the other new guy was more her type. Heather and Heather nodded in agreement.
“Go for it!” you urged.
Veronica laughed at your excitement for her, got up, and began walking over towards the table where the mysterious new kid sat at.
“His name is Jason Dean! He’s in my algebra class! You got this!” you yelled at Veronica. She turned around blushing and glared at you for you had yelled it loud enough for everyone in the cafeteria to hear.
“Now where’s the other potential hottie,” Chandler queried, moving on from anything that didn’t have to do with her.
“Oh my god,” Duke mused. “There he is.” She pointed towards a guy that looked too hot to live in a little town like Sherwood, Ohio.
“He should be a movie star! He’s so fucking perfect,” McNamara said softly, and her jaw slightly dropped.
You looked over in his direction upon hearing this. Heather is right. He is perfect. His beautiful golden hair looked as if it had been kissed by the sun. It laid just the right way to frame his face alluringly. You suspected his jawline was so sharp that it could cut a diamond. His gorgeous green eyes sparkled as he smiled showing his straight pearly white teeth. Once you came back to reality, you realized what he smiling at. You. He was looking directly at you and smiling his perfect smile at you. You looked down as your cheeks turned a dark rose color. You smiled and bit your lip flirtatiously, not knowing if he could see it while your head was down.
“Oh my god! He’s looking over here!” Duke squealed. “I think he was looking at me! I’m going to go talk to him!”
“Shut up, Heather! Get crucial, he’s looking at me. Therefore, he’s mine,” Chandler glared coldly at Duke. “So don’t embarrass yourself by trying to make a move on him.”
He began to walk over to your table. You gave up all hope of ever dating him. If Heather Chandler wanted something, she always got it. No matter what she had to do to get it. If you wanted to stay in this group, you’d just have to spend another year-- no-- your final year of highschool, pining after someone who you knew you could never have. You looked over at Veronica. She was sitting besides Jason Dean, and they were both laughing as if they had heard the funniest joke. At least one of us can be happy.
“Hey,” Heather Chandler said flirtatiously as the new guy reached your table. “What’s your name?”
“Sodapop,” he smiled at you. “What’s your name, Beautiful?” As he said this, he leaned towards you placing his right hand on the table for support.
Heather Chandler’s face turned furious, but she quickly hid it realizing that she would just have to win him over.
“I’m Y/N. This is Heather, Heather, and Heather,” you explained motioning to each of them.
“The Heathers. I’ve heard about you guys,” Sodapop said starting to sound slightly uneasy. He straightened up and took his hand off of the table. “Well, it was nice to meet all of you.”
He handed you a tiny piece of notebook paper. “It’s my number. Call me.” He winked at you and slightly backed away, making like he was about to leave. However, he stood still where he was and waited to hear your response.
“Okay!” you giggled. Heat rose to your cheeks as you realized how uncool you were being.
“That bitch!” Heather Chandler murmured quietly.
“Great,” Sodapop said. It didn’t seem like he heard what Heather had said. “I have to jam, but hopefully I’ll see you later.” He winked at you and left your table to go sit with some moderately popular kids.
Heather Chandler glared at you, then at Sodapop’s back, then back to you. You could see the fire in her eyes and saw how her teeth were gritted. You knew you were in for it.
“How juiced are you?! The only reason you’re in this group is because your lame ass friend begged for you to be able to join!” As she said “lame ass friend” she motioned towards Veronica. “You either let me have him or you’re out!”
Getting into this group had been the best thing that had happened in your entire high school experience. But was it worth it?
“I won’t make a move on him, but it’s not my fault if he doesn’t like you,” you said slyly.
“That’s it! You’re done for! I don’t care if Veronica stops forging us hall passes! It’s not worth it! Get out of here, Loser!” she screamed standing up from her seat and getting in your face.
You quickly got out of your chair and began to head out of the cafeteria, tears threatening your eyes. The people who sat near you turned and stared as you walked out. You scanned over them, refusing to make eye contact, to make sure that Sodapop was not one of the people who was looking at you. You couldn’t let him see you crying. Not on the first day you had met. As you saw more and more people looking, you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. As your cheeks reddened, you wiped the tears, cleared your throat and quickened your pace as you pushed open the cafeteria doors with all of your might.
As you turned the corner, the bell rang. You rushed to the girls bathroom, because you didn’t want anyone to see you cry. You threw open the bathroom door and checked under each of the stall doors to make sure no one else was in there. Since you didn’t see anyone, you went over to the corner near the sink and sunk down while grabbing your hair and heavily sobbing. Great start to the year! Now no one was going to want to hang out with you, Heather was going to end up getting Sodapop, and Veronica wouldn’t want to leave the popular group for you. She had left others behind, and now those unpopular kids whose feelings you had never thought about were you. Karma is a bitch… You hugged your knees to your body as the cold from the tile penetrated through your jacket. The tears continued to flow from your eyes. You were all alone. In high school, being alone feels like one of the worst things possible. You continued to sob, not caring if you were missing class. This year was suppose to be the best year of high school. Now it’s going to be the worst year of my life. You had already begun planning your speech to your parents as to why they should let you enroll in online classes. Of course you wouldn’t say the real reason was because you had fucked up your one chance at being popular and were now the least popular person all in one day. Not even that, maybe 30 minutes.
After you planned out your reasoning, you turned your attention to the tile wall. You would rather focus on anything but the situation you were in. The tile itself was a light cream color. The tiles were glossy and cold to the touch. You had gotten hot because of how worked up you were. You took off your jacket and pushed your body against the chilling tile seeking relief. Your fingers traced the lines of the gravely grout in between the tiles. The pattern you created by tracing one tile and then another memorized you.
After a while, you had stopped crying. There was still a ball of nausea in your stomach, but you figured that wasn’t going to leave anytime soon. You put on your jacket. The soft fabric inside the jacket made you feel more comfortable and calm. You stood up and walked over to the sink closest to your corner. You grabbed onto the cold porcelain and stared into the mirror. Your mascara had left your eyelashes and was now on your cheeks where the tears had fallen. Your eyes were red and puffy. As you looked closer, you even saw little purple dots on your forehead. God. I look awful!
You sloppily wiped off the streaks. However, you couldn’t get all of the mascara off, so you left it alone, hoping that you wouldn’t run into anyone as you waited for this horrible school day to end. You also fixed your hair to where it covered more of your face. Despite your efforts, you knew if someone were to see you, they’d know that you were crying.
You finally left the bathroom after realizing that someone was going to come in there at some point. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this. Not any of the Heathers. Not Martha. Not even Veronica. You were just roaming around the hallways with your head down, trying to calm down, counting the tiles, when you ran into someone.
“Oh shit. Sorry,” you murmured. You didn’t look up to see who it was, because you didn’t want them to see you in this state. A warm hand gently grabbed your arm as you tried to pass.
“Hey, Y/N! What are you doing in the hallway?”
You looked up to see the familiar handsome face.
“Hey Sodapop,” you murmured. “I was just heading back to class.”
He noticed your partially wiped mascara streaks, your puffy red eyes, and he even saw the little purple dots on your forehead.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as his eyes scanned over your face. His face etched with concern.
“Nothing. Just typical teenage girl issues,” you laughed trying to trick him into thinking you were okay, so you could be left to be alone, like you were destined to be.
“It’s not nothing.”
“You don’t even know me!” you spat. “How would you know if what I cried over is nothing or not?! Maybe I’m just extremely emotional!”
“Well, first of all, no one gets defensive over nothing. Second of all, no one cries so hard that they look like that over nothing,” Sodapop joked.
“Not funny,” you muttered lowering your head.
“Okay. Fine. Sorry. You’re right. I don’t know you.” He gently placed his fingers under your chin and raised your head making you look him in his dumb beautiful eyes. Once your eyes met, he smiled softly. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’re beautiful no matter what. Let’s get out of here and get to know each other. You can tell me what’s wrong, and you can find out why I moved to a new school district senior year.”
“There’s no way we can just ditch. There’s an admin who has an office right by the entrance doors.”
“I know, but she’s fast asleep. I guess she didn’t get enough sleep last night. She must’ve gotten use to sleeping in over the summer. I went to go ask for directions to the guidance counselor’s office, and she didn’t even stir when I asked,” he said holding up the hall pass.
“It’s the first day!”
“Exactly, it’s the first day. Besides, you already ditched one class. Also, it’s not like we’re doing anything important.”
As you two reached the doors to leave this hell hole, Sodapop grabbed your hand. Your fingers intertwined perfectly. You quietly rushed through the doors.
“That one’s mine.” Sodapop pointed towards a ‘58 red Plymouth Fury once you had gotten outside.
“No way!” you mused. “That is not yours!”
“Yes, it is!” Sodapop laughed at your expression. “My dad and I fixed it up before he died.”
“I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?”
“I’ll tell you about it once you explain why you were crying.”
“Fine. But first take me away from here,” you pleaded.
You both got in the car. The inside looked as amazing as the outside did. The white and red leather seats matched perfectly with the red exterior. There wasn’t a speck of dirt in the car. Somehow, it even smelled like a new car.
“So, where do you want to go?” Sodapop asked after you had stopped freaking out about his car.
“Anywhere but here.”
“I know the perfect spot,” Sodapop grinned. He revved his engine, and then sped out of the parking lot. You rolled down the window. As the cool wind blew on your face, you felt your worries start to leave. Maybe everything will be okay. Maybe Sodapop is all you need.
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