A/N:Sorry I haven't been updating,I have tons of stuff to update and I'm really busy. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Heather and Veronica directed you into the so-called Remington University party. I gagged,you could practically smell the alcohol from  a mile away. It was disgusting. "Y/N,quit being an idiot and hurry up we need to mingle."Heather exclaimed,pulling you through the party and over to a few guys after a while.

You pretended to pay attention when some stupid college boys decided to talk to you. He kept going on and going about the same stupid crap and you could smell the alcohol on his breath as well. "So baby,what's next"He asked you. "Nothing."You simply replied. "Come on honey,I just want to get laid."The guy said a few times repeatedly and drunkenly. You let out a long sigh,"I have a speech for which I have prepared for my so-called suitor." You stated,irritated. The guy kept interrupting you,and attempting to touch you. "You don't deserve my fucking speech!"You yelled before walking away. You had had two beers but weren't drunk,you were just not feeling super well.

Since you didn't fell well,you went over to Heather,"Can we please go?"You whined,quietly. "Hell no!"was the immediate reply of Heather. "Please Heather,I feel sick."You told the mythic bitch. "Well suck it up,and party!"Heather retorted,drinking quite a bit. "Please."You repeated. "Nope."Heather replied. After about five minutes of agruing,you vomited right on the carpet as well as her. You stifled a laugh over her being vomited on. Heather grabbed you and dragged you outside to the alley like area. "I took you to a Remington Party and what's my thanks? It's on the hallway carpet! I got paid in puck!"shouted Heather,whining. "Lick it up,baby. Lick.It.Up!"You exclaimed,grinning with the alcohol as well as your own personal confidence.

Heather slapped you,"You stupid fuck."

You shot her a deadly glare,"You goddamn bitch."

Heather rolled her eyes,drunkenly. "Transfer to Washington. Transfer to Jefferson. No one here at Westerburg is going to want you. You'll be a nobody,not even the losers will want you now. Laugh and retort all you want but at, least I know where I'm sitting at lunch come Monday.Do you?"

You ran home and went immediately into your room,making sure not to interact with your parents even though you thought it was highly probable that they were asleep anyways. You were sitting at your desk writing in your diary. "I want Heather Chandler dead."You finished writing then slammed the notebook shut a few moments later.

A knock was heard on your bedroom window...