-Veronica Sawyer
-Martha Dunnstock
-Heather Chandler
-Heather Duke
-Heather McNamara

Veronica Sawyer
Texts
Veronica - wanna sneak out?

Me - where to?

Veronica - snappy snack shack, i want a slushie so bad

me - i'll pick u up in a bit

I parked down the street from Veronica's house, watching as she climbed out of her bedroom window. She rushed into my car and we drove off to the Snappy Snack Shack. She blasted her favorite songs. She lit her cigarette, blowing smoke out the window as we pulled into the parking lot. We got out of the car and she dropped her cigarette to the ground, lightly stomping on it to put it out.

Within seconds, Veronica had a cherry slushie in her hands, "What's your favorite flavor?"

"Blue raspberry, it's the best flavor." I responded, putting my slushie down on the counter as Veronica payed for both of our slushies.

We went back to my car and sat in the parking lot, drinking our slushies.

"This is so good! You have to try it." Before I could take a sip from Veronica's slushie, she pulled it away. Suddenly, her lips were on mine. I could taste cherry on her lips and, then, her tongue was in my mouth and the flavor was way more intense.

When she pulled away, I had to take a few seconds to catch my breath, "Open your mouth." Veronica softly demanded, a playful smirk on her face. I opened my mouth and she laughed, "Your tongue is purple!"

Martha Dunnstock
"Martha, you seriously have to stop dragging me to these romantic movies! They're so cheesy."

"But, they're so cute!" She argued with a pout.

I groaned and followed her into the theatre. It was pretty empty except for a few middle aged women — the only people who would bother to see this movie. Plus, their husbands who they dragged along.

Martha excitedly sat down. It took at least an hour for anything to happen in the movie. Tension was building and finally a kiss scene happened. It took so long into the movie. Martha grabbed my hand, tightly squeezing it as we watched.

"Martha," I quietly called out and she turned her head towards me. Her face turned red as she looked at me. I leaned in and kissed her. I could feel her smile against my lips. I felt butterflies for the first time. Everything felt perfect. 

Heather Chandler
"Never tell anyone about this." Chandler warned as she dragged me into Ram's room. She closed the door behind me and shoved me against it.

"C-Chandler, won't McNamara wonder where you are?"

"Who cares? You're in a room alone with me and yet you're thinking about her?" Chandler's hands moved down to my waist as she held me against the wall, "I've always wanted to do this...I just never thought I'd get the chance since you never attend Kurt and Ram's parties." Chandler glanced at my lips before locking eyes with me again, "Fuck.." She muttered.

I felt my face go red as one of Chandler's hands moved up to cup my cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss me. Her lips were so soft and her firm grip on my waist was somewhat comforting.

She pulled away for a moment to breathe and a dorky grin made it's way onto her face. She bit her lip as she made eye contact with me, "Fuck, you're hot."

Heather Duke
"Duke?" I called out, watching as Duke walked towards the bathroom stall, most likely preparing to throw up whatever food she had just eaten.

"Yes?" Duke asked, clearly annoyed.

"I know this probably won't help or change whatever it is that you're thinking but...that's not good for you and it really isn't necessary. You're so pretty, Heather, and--"

Duke stopped and turned to look at me. I was so dead. Her heels shoes clicked against the bathroom tiles as she walked towards me, "Continue." She demanded.

"I-I would honestly die for your body, Heather. Everything about you is perfect." I embarrassingly blurted out.

As Duke kept walking towards me, I began to back myself in the wall. I was trying to prepare myself for any insult she was about to throw at me.

I, however, was not prepared for what she did instead.

Duke grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me to her level. Her lips met mine and it took me a few seconds to even kiss back. It was so intense and unexpected but I felt my heart skip a beat. I felt like putty in her hands.

She pulled away but still held my collar in her hands, "Am I the prettiest girl you know?" Her tone was somewhat seductive but I could tell she was being serious. I nodded my head and she smirked, "Pretty than...Chandler?" I nodded my head again and Duke had to bite back her grin. Satisfied with my answer, she kissed me again.

Heather McNamara
I was never interested in football, but watching McNamara cheer was worth listening to Ram and Kurt scream about how Westerburg is the greatest school to ever exist.

The best part was after every game when Heather would run up the stands and give me a hug. Even if the team lost...which was quite often. Westerburg was in a bit of a rut when it came to football.

But, today was different. Westerburg was doing amazing. 11 to 34. Then, the game ended. Ram and Kurt were carried off by the rest of their team as they cheered.

McNamara ran up the bleachers and into my arms.

"We finally won!" McNamara wrapped her arms around my neck as a big grin made it's way onto her face, "And I finally got that cheer down perfectly!" Heather's eyes flashed with excitement, "I think you're my good luck charm." Heather couldn't stop smiling and I couldn't stop staring at her. Before I knew it, McNamara's lips were on mine.

"Westerburg! Westerburg!" Everyone chanted around us but all I could think about was Heather's soft lips.

Heather pulled away, still smiling, "You really are my good luck charm!"

i didn't rly like this chapter oops lol

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