Mistakes (Heather Chandler x Reader)
Hey! I’m back writing, everyone. This was requested by @blossomgutz and I feel guilty for not writing it. I’ve had massive writers block, but it’s gotten past it and I really hope you like it! It’s very fluffy like, deathly fluffy towards the end. Don’t suffocate in the fluff!
Thanks for requesting, love!
Warnings: nothing rly. Cussing, angst, fluff.
WC - 1,333
“And paired together….Heather Chandler and (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” The teacher pursed her lips, expecting Heather to have a snarky remark at who she was partnered with…yet, there wasn’t.
Meanwhile, I was in the back of the class I was trembling, and I began to sweat, looking around for my best friend Veronica. She smiled at me sympathetically. I sighed.
Heather and I were assigned to help each other with end of the year speeches. We were basically supposed to thank everyone for a “wonderful” year, add in a funny story or two, and be done with it.
Like that was going to happen.
Swallowing my fear, I stumbled up to Chandler.
“So um…do you wanna maybe…work together during study hall or something?” I stuttered, positive I was getting a punch in the face.
“You..and I?” She smirked, glaring at Heather and Heather, who got the message and started laughing in a fake high pitch voice.
“We are assigned together. This is our last grade and interaction is a part of it.” I shot back, some weird courage overtaking me.
“don’t worry about it, honey.” Heather Chandler laughed, before tossing me a glossy business card stating her address.
“Okayyyyyy…..” I shook my head silently and stalked away from them, hurrying to the next period.
(2 Days Later)
“I am definitely going to be sabotaged when I go over to her house. What if it’s like…Rams house or something and his parents aren’t home and I’m trapped-or what if like, it’s an abandon warehouse and they leave me locked in there for the-”
“(Y/N). Settle down. Jesus Christ.” Veronica laughed, leaning against my bed frame.
I hung my head and flopped on my bed, sighing once again.
“I know you’ve had a crush on her forever.” She looked at me knowingly, as I just nodded, limply taking the Mountain Dew from my nightstand and taking a sip.
“First off, you can’t act nervous. Don’t care about your own death.” She began, laying down next to me and staring at the ceiling.
“Maybe she’s really nice.” Veronica suggested.
“I doubt.” I groaned.
“You have less then 2 hours though. Get ready. I’ll help you.” Veronica sat up and put her arms out, helping me up.
“Lets go.” She led the way to the bathroom.
(An hour later)
“I think you’re ready.” Veronica smirked, and I looked in the mirror for the first time. My makeup was done beautifully, the eyeshadow a very muted and subtle lapis, some glittery stuff on my cheekbones I didn’t even know I had. My eyelashes were curled up slightly, coated in pitch mascara. I couldn’t lie, I did look pretty attractive.
“Outfit. Outfits..” Veronica smirked.
“Oh HELL no-”
“Oh HELL yes.”