"Oh my god, are you fucking serious? All this trouble for a--"
“Oh my god, are you fucking serious? All this trouble for some cheap knockoff Balenciaga purse?” Heather Chandler asked, disgusted. “As if Veronica would even consider wearing that. Actually? I take that back. That girl has just as much style as you.”
JD rolled his eyes at his stepsister.
“Fine, if you’re such a gift master, you tell me what to get her. Perfume? Candy? Some crap like that?”
Heather scoffed. “Please. Do you really think I’ll help you win her over? Not that you really stand a chance anyway.”
JD huffed. “Fine. I’ll just get her a slushie or take her on a date to the parking lot behind 7-eleven or something.”
Heather gave him an appalled look before groaning in irritation.
“Move, she said, shoving him aside and starting to go through the clothing rack in search of something nice. “As much as I hate you, Veronica is in desperate need of something wearable, and I don’t want you making her birthday more miserable than it has to be.”
JD sighed and tossed the purse he was holding to the side as Heather carefully examined every article of clothing on the rack.
“Here,” she sang, pulling a sleeveless, knee length blue dress with a tight waist and flared skirt. “This is more decent than anything she has in her closet right now.” She shoved it unceremoniously in JD’s hands.
“Wow,” he drawled sarcastically. “What would I do without your feminine fashion wisdom?”
“You better thank me later,” she said harshly, ignoring him. “Of course, my gift to her will make whatever you get her like a Starbucks gift card.” She smirked and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
“Get her whatever fru-fru crap you like,” he said. “I’ll find her something meaningful that she won’t just throw into the back of her closet.” Still, he held onto the dress. He was sure he’d figure out the perfect gift, and he’d return the dress then. In the meantime, however, he figured it was best to have a back up gift, just to be safe.
“Your idea of ‘meaningful’ is a normal persons idea of ‘bullshit’,” Heather bit back. “Just be grateful that I’m helping you, alright? Maybe now Veronica will find you to be slightly less repulsive than you actually are.”
JD resisted the urge to make a comeback as Heather continued shopping for her own gift to Veronica. He’d still beat her - if not at this battle, then the next one. He was sure of it.