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It was a regular Sunday morning in Sherwood Ohio. Nothing quite out of the usual for our beloved Heather Chandler. But for some reason her period is just straight up not there, she's just late no biggie besides there was NO way she could get pregnant right? She was forced to stay home the whole weekend because of trashing the house due to a party she and the other Heathers hosted and was locked inside of her house for at least 2 days, The only other person in Heather's house beside Heather was Veronica and THERE'S NO WAY Veronica could get Heather pregnant RIGHT???.. Heather dramatically sighed as she just boringly turned on the news because her favourite shows wouldn't be on till like 3 PM
"Apparently women could make other women pregnant now thanks to this new study founded by scientists" The news reporter says with her voice booming sounding too overly excited to say stuff like that
Heathers face turned paler than the water that she was about drink "FUCK" Heather immediately cursed out as the glass she was holding was THROWN against the floor. Heather angrily muttered something as she called for a maid (or smth idk she's rich asf in the movie and musical). She (now here's a small smut reference) thought back to her latest encounter with Veronica which was a week ago.. She was being (I hate this bit-) railed.. by Veronica's bright.. blue vibrator. Well both Heather and Veronica are screwed, as both are literally in highschool.
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As Heather Chandler angrily holds up a positive pregnancy test as she dials Veronica's phone number, the answering line speaks
"This is Veronica, uh if you're JD FUCKOFF but if you're any of the Heathers then please leave a message after the beep" Veronica's voice sounded from the Answering machine
"Hey Sawyer, it's Heather, and thanks to you, I'm fucking pregnant bitch" -Heather angrily hangs up and groans before curling up on the floor and.. crying?? WAYYY out of character for Heather but she cried on the floor near her phone, life wasn't meant to end up this way... It felt like at least hours before Heather Chandler heard ringing coming from her phone, she picked it up somehow feeling angrier? Veronica's voice was on the other end and that made her slightly calmer.. until Veronica became speaking and that's when they both started panicking.
"l- Uh- You- WHAT??- HOW DID THAT HAPPEN??" Veronica's voice came from the other end practically dripping with confusion and concern
" Thanks for nothing Sawyer.. " Heather's voice boomed into the phone before hanging up and going up to her room.
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It felt like at least a minute later before Heather Chandler heard frantic knock on her bedroom window, She opened it to her dismay being Veronica Sawyer in the flesh. "What the fuck do you want, Sawyer?" Heather exclaimed as if she knew what Veronica was going to do / say "Heather- I- uh came to apologize for uhm-" Veronica said automatically kneeling before handing Heather a cup of water, Veronica was taken aback by Heather's sudden flinching "That better not be Dran-o Sawyer, the last time you pulled that shit on me with your boy-toy, I was hospitalized for a WEEK!!" Heather snarled at Veronica "I didn't even- ugh-" Veronica failed to choke out before actually handing Heather the mug, not blue? Heather genuinely smiled at that "You're still dead to me~" Heather spoke down to the other who was wearing a slightly casual blue shirt, Heather gladfully didn't choke and die from the drink Veronica gave her. They both sat there in complete awkward silence for at least 30 seconds before Heather ran to the bathroom and Veronica shortly ran after her to help Heather not get vomit in her overly done hair. BLEAGHLEAHS; the vomit burned Heather's throat (much like Veronica's vibrator- WHO SAID THAT) "Why are you helping me, I can do shit like this own my own." Heather practically yelled out at Veronica, but Veronica glances at Heather lovingly before staring back at the girl in red's hair "Because, I feel bad for fucking you up like this." Veronica replied to Heather's probable snarky quip, her voice practitically sopping with genuine love and concern "I don't need your hel- BLEAGHLEAHSS" Heather said before barfing back into the toilet as Veronica holds up her hair "...You clearly do Heather." Veronica spoke against Heather, contemplating her life choices