Veronica and JD had just gotten out of some... worrying matters. Murder, forged suicide notes, bullying and fake sex... but for Veronica's sake, JD had promised to stop killing.

Veronica's parents were out of town, and thank god for that, because there was a lot going on. It was definitely starting to make her stressed. After the death of Kurt and Ram, the entire school had started to fall apart. People were paranoid of losing their best friends, the guidance office was flooded with people nervous of being judged, and Veronica and JD? They were on thin ice.

Veronica was absolutely done with JD's murderous habits. She had made it clear that if he killed or threatened to kill one more person, their relationship was done.

She chopped up vegetables, her movements quick and frustrated. She was making dinner for herself - and quite angrily too - since there wasn't anyone else to make it for her. She could take care of herself.

It was then that she heard footsteps, and she nearly jumped, turning quickly toward the doorway with the knife in hand. The footsteps came closer, and Heather Duke stepped right into the kitchen.

"Well, well, if it isn't Veronica Sawyer," She snorted, hands on her hips in an imperious manner. "The door was open, so I just let myself in."

"Why are you in my house?" She snapped at her, clutching the knife tightly in one hand. Duke had only laughed at this, leaning forward as if she was talking to a stupid five year old.

"I'm here to let you know that little 'Heather Mac-and-Cheese' decided to down an entire bottle of pills."

"I know, I stopped her," Veronica muttered through gritted teeth, turning to return to cooking. She didn't care for Heather Duke, and she hated her, but she wasn't worth her time, and she definitely wasn't worth killing.

"Oh, such a shame. It looked like little 'lifeboat' was about to lose her life. Westerburg would've been so much better without that little brat."

Veronica only continued preparing the vegetables.

"Hey. Look at me while I'm talking to you. Unless you're too scared to face me, since you're such a little nerd."

"Shut. Up." Veronica felt herself tensing, her fists clencing as she gripped the knife tighter. Her cutting became more uneven each time a single word came out of Duke's 'pretty little mouth'.

"I know what's behind your little 'pretty girl' routine. You're trying to be popular, but it was us who made you popular. You don't deserve that beautiful face. You don't deserve anything, you fat, geeky loser."

Veronica tried not to react, but she felt herself cringing in on herself with anger. Fury clouded her mind, yet she tried to stay calm and collected.

"You may think you're so special ignoring me like this, but the truth is, you're a loser. You're a greasy little nobody that no one likes. Little 'emo dick' fell for your pretty girl trap, but that's only because you're nothing but a dirty. slut."

"I SAID, SHUT UP!!" Veronica whipped around, and before she caught herself doing it, her arm was forcefully reaching forward until she felt the knife hitting skin, and she finally realized what she had just done.

Heather duke coughed, blood spilling out of her mouth as her eyes rolled back into her head. She stumbled a bit, her eyes wide and pained. "You're... dead..." She croaked out, coughing out another mouthful of blood before she collapsed onto the floor, laying lifelessly there as blood poured out of her.

"Holy shit..." Veronica whispered in shock, petrified as she stared with wide eyes at the body sprawled across her kitchen floor.

"What have I just done!?"