A/N: Sorry about the late chapter- I had a test that hated my guts. Also JD looks like he's trying to sell that Hull Clean drain cleaner in a commercial XD.

TW!: Mur ( MUR-DERR ). Psycho CD. Enjoy~

That night, as you cuddled with CD, you were woken up. A certain red scrunchie wearing Heather stood over you with blazing, sinister eyes.

" WHAT THE- CHANDLER??? HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN HERE?"

" I'm like oxygen. I'm everywhere."

As she said that, the students from Westerburg rose behind her, wearing white lab coats and sunglasses, chanting. You looked at them, confused.

" How did-"

" Really, Y/n? Making out with the psycho ­trench coat­ kid? Ha­ha­ha­ha­ha. I will crucify you for this. Everyone at school's gonna know good, little Y/n is nothing but a dirty little girl." She cackled.

" Why are you so determined to hurt me?" You cried.

" Because I can. It'll be so very."

" Very. Very. Very. Very. Very. Very. Very. Very. Very. Very. Very." The students in the lab coat chanted.

" You deserve that scrunchie. You've earned it." Camilo's voice echoed and taunted you all around.

You screamed as the world blacked out around you.

" Y/n! Y/n! WAKE UP!" A low voice said as a pair of strong hands shook you awake. You jolted up, panting.

" My God, Y/n, you're soaking wet in sweat."

" Oh my God, oh my God. It was just a dream..." You muttered. You got out of the bed and started looking in CD's mirror, fixing your bedhead hair.

" What's the rush?" The boy asked.

" I have to get to Heather's house."

" You told me you were done with the Heathers." He said as he pulled out a clean green shirt from a drawer and put it on. You looked away from him, trying to stay on the task at hand.

" Yeah, and it was a sweet fantasy- a world without Heather. A world where everyone is free. Now it's morning. And I have to go and kiss her aerobicized butt." You said as you rolled your eyes. You looked in the mirror, still wearing the same clothes as you were last night. You didn't have time to go home and change.

Maybe I could apologize to Camilo and Mirabel again too...

" No." CD said. You could see him standing behind you as you looked in the mirror. You spun around.

" Yes....I'm not strong like you are."

The curly haired boy strode forward, his trench coat flowing behind him. He took your hands as he looked into your e/c eyes. You could see his maroon flecks in his dark brown eyes.

" Let me come with you."

" Wait, really?"

" Yeah. For backup."

" Okay. Thank you." You gently smiled and kissed him. He kissed back as he held your face.

" Oh and uh- by the way...You were my first kiss." You curtly said as you awkwardly patted him on the shoulder and walked off.

CD stood there for a moment processing before smirking to himself and proudly following you.

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You went up the stairs into Heather's room. Where she lay in her bed, with one leg hanging off the edge.

I guess she found that keg last night.

" Heather?" You called out to her. The girl groaned.

" What?" She drowsily said.

" It's Y/n. I'm here to apologize."

" Well I hope you brought kneepads girlie. Fix me a Prairie Oyster and I'll think about it." She spat. You nodded before turning and leaving the room. You were halfway down the hall before you stopped, CD bumping into your back with an oof.

" Wait- a Prairie Oyster? What's in that? Oh- raw eggs...vinegar.. Uh-"

" Hot sauce, Worcester, salt, and pepper." CD finished.

" You know your hangover cures."

" My dad trained me well." The boy said as he dryly chuckled. They made it down into the kitchen and got all the ingredients out. You found a mug and mixed everything in.

Then you got an idea.

Oh, you got a wonderful, horrible, awful idea.

" CD! Look, look, look, look, look, Here's my revenge, I'm gonna put a flemglobber in her Prairie Oyster! Haha! And she'll never know! Ready?"

....

CD just stared in utter confusion as he watched you struggle to come up with enough spit.

" Hrgggh, hgggh, hrrrrgggh.."

..

Eventually the boy just blinked and started snooping under the kitchen sink. He pulled out a large bottle of something and set it on the counter. He stared at the label, thinking hard for a moment.

" I'm more of a No Rust Build Up man myself."

You stopped trying to spit in the mug and looked at your boyfriend with a confused face. You slightly laughed.

" Ok, don't be a jerk, that stuff would kill her."

" Thus, ending her hangover!" CD said simply with a smile. He grabbed a glass and mixed another hangover cure, pouring some of the liquid from the bottle into the mug as well.

He offered you the mug, " I say we go with big blue."

" You can't just go uh- besides, she would never drink something that looked like that." You pointed out the now bluish green liquid that churned around in the glass. The boy's index finger and thumb held his chin for a moment before clicking his tongue.

" Right," His coat flew as he quickly moved across the kitchen and opened the cabinet, grabbing an identical mug to the one you used. " We use a mug. That way, she'll have no idea what she's drinking." He smugly said as he poured the poison liquid from the glass into the mug and offered it to you.

He flashed one of his charming smirks after you hesitated to take the mug.

Camilo never made jokes like this.

" Chicken, bawk, bawk, bawk bawk bawk bawk!" He goofed.

" No, you're not funny." You shook your head taking one step back.

There's a joke and there's pure wrong. You thought.

" Okay," CD said, realizing he was taking his joke too far. He put the mug down on the counter. He turned back to you, gently cupping your face. " Okay, I'm sorry." He said, moving a strand of hair with his thumb. You smiled before kissing him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He held your waist.

But Camilo never made me feel this way either...right?-

" Prairie Oyster! CHOP! CHOP!" Chandler's voice yelled from upstairs.

You two didn't break from the kiss, instead you ignored the call as you grabbed the mug from the counter without looking. You finally broke the kiss and walked off toward the stairs.

" Y/n- You-" CD started.

" What?" You said as you spun around, giving the boy a smile. The curly haired teen looked off to the side for a moment, thinking.

" ......Nothing."

" Okay.." You gave him a raised eyebrow, still smiling. You both went up the stairs into Heather's room.

" Good morning Heather." You said as you walked over to the girl, who now sat on her bed with her legs crossed.

" Aw, Y/n... and Jesse James, quelle surprise. I thought you would've bought that loser shapeshifter. Well, let's get to it. Beg." The blonde deadpanned.

" Okay- um... last night i think we both said some things that we-" You started.

" I'd actually prefer it if you did this on your knees. In front of your little boy toy here." She sneered. You looked behind you at the boy, embarrassed.

" Um...i really am sorry-"

You were interrupted again as Heather Chandler cackled.

" DO I LOOK LIKE I'M KIDDING? Down." She demanded. You took a shaky breath before carefully got to your knees. CD glared at Heather in utter hate. He turned away, not giving her the satisfaction of watching you beg.

What you didn't see was the small smug smirk he had on his face.

" Very nice. But you're still dead to me." The girl said as she stood, grabbing the mug. CD cracked a small smile as he watched the girl drink.

COUGH!

Heather choked on the drink, blue liquid coated her tongue as she looked at you in panic. You stood, clasping your hands over your mouth in sheer horror. Heather gagged and coughed, her mouth frothing at the edges. She grabbed you by your shoulders as she fell to her knees.

" CORN............NUTS!" She gasped out as she staggered and finally fell to the ground. Unmoving.

" Holy crap!" CD laughed as he looked at you.

You didn't even process that the fact that your boyfriend just laughed at murder. You were just shocked as you held the mug that Heather had drank from just moments before.

" OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? CALL 911!" You yelled at him. The boy just deadpanned at you as he blew his curls that were covering one eye.

" It's a little late for that." He pointed out. You fell to your knees, tears pooling your eyes, and shook the girl.

" HEATHER! HEATHER! HEATHER. OH MY GOD- I JUST KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!" You screamed.

" And your worst enemy." CD added.

" SAME DIFFERENCE!" You screamed at him. He raised his hands in surrender. You kept rambling on.

" Oh my God- the police are gonna think I did this on purpose! They're gonna have to send my SAT scores to JAIL!-"

" Unless," Carlos Dean interrupted, " Oh look- she was reading 'The Bell Jar'" He said as he picked up a book that was on her nightstand.

" Oh no.." You gasped.

Nonononono- No- This is all so wrong. What just happened? I want Mirabel. I want Camilo. This is-

" Oh yes. You can fake her handwriting. Just make it sound deep. Like this:

I had pain in my path

Like Sylvia Plath

My problem's were Myriad-"

" - I was having my period" You cut in and cracked up. You kept laughing as Carlos just rolled his eyes and waited for you to finish.

You stopped, and took a few breaths, forgetting for a moment that there was a dead body next to you.

You looked to the side, seeing Chandler's body again.

" OH MY GOD-" You screamed.

" You think this is funny?" CD told her seriously. " You could go to jail! Get your head on straight NOW!" You nodded.

" Okay okay okay okay okay- Heather would never use the word myriad, because she missed it in the vocab quiz last week."

" So, it's a badge for her failures at school. Work with me here Y/n."

" Okay okay, um, where do I start?" You asked, still in shock.

" Think. Long and hard. What would she say? What's her­ her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet?" CD told you.

 You thought long and hard for a moment, thinking.

Then, you started writing.