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As Veronica enters the skanky girls bathroom on second floor next to Mrs. Astler’s classroom, she feels like her heart might have dropped thirty feet and splattered on the ground in a bloody mess.
Beware: Heathers in sight.
There is retching coming from a bathroom stall on the left and Heather. Fucking. Chandler. reapplying her lipgloss in the mirror to the right, giving a lecture to Heather Duke while McNamara looks at her like an eager puppy.
Veronica turns to leave -oh shit.
Beware: Teacher in sight.
Veronica feels herself panic, she sees an opportunity, she writes a hall pass with the precision of a girl that practiced this so many times. She feels herself clear her throat. Hears herself hand over the slip of paper. Feels herself betray her values by helping the Heathers - god knows why!
The teacher leaves, Veronica exhales and then there’s only Heather left … times three.
But Veronica only sees her. As she approaches and then smiles a slow and sickly lethal grin. The sheer presence of her is overwhelming as she whispers sweetly.
“We will make you beautiful.”
Heather Chandler is a wicked bitch.
And Veronica Sawyer might be a sucker for wicked bitches.