Chapter 17

Vannessa sat at the table. The soft mahagony wood gave a soft tint to the dark room. Veronica's dad sat across from her, he had tucked a napkin into his shirt like a bib. Vannessa moved her spaghetti around with her fork, watching it swirl.... Dreaming of JD.....

"Eat some food Veronica."

Vannessa looked up at Mr Sawyer and took a bite of her bread roll. Mrs Sawyer sat uncomfortably in her chair. Glancing at vannessa every few seconds.

"So. Who was that young man. Who so humbly dashed by me down the stairs?

Vannessa looked up at him. He was wearing a look of badly disguised nervousness.

Veronica's mom nudged a mushroom on her plate and smiled slightly at her.

"Yes Veronica..."

Vannessa took a huge bite of bread and chomped as loud as she could.

"Mfhmf-mouf-wfull'

Mrs Sawyer looked down at her plate and rested her head on her hand.

"My little girls all grown up...."

Vanessa rolled her eyes and shoved a few bites more of salad in her mouth.

She grabbed 2 more dinner rolls and got up.

"I'm really tired.... I have this really big spelling test tomorrow...."

"Get good sleep, grades are important"

Veronica's mom nodded in aggreement to what her husband said.

"Just relax honey."

Vannessa stomped up the carpeted stairs while resting her free hand on the smooth wooden surface.

She opened her door, and to her surprise a dark figure came from behind the door and grabbed her. He kissed her and vannessa opened her eyes in suprise- to find it was JD.

They melted together as vannessa backed into the open doorway and kicked it shut, fumbling blindly with the lock. She dropped the rolls as she pulled JDs massive trenchcoat off.

They twisted and kissed ferosiously, gasping for breath every minute. He pulled her jacket off as they moved once again towards her bed. Clothes were thrown every direction as the too lovers smothered eachother in wet kisses in every surface they could possibly reach. Kissing JD was like flying over an ocean. Of Dreams. Gliding through the clouds. As JD tore her other clothes off and she melted into nothingness, she smiled to herself, this sexy boy was all hers. His kisses seemed to leave marks all throughout, she could still feel each touch he gave her.

She wished these feelings would never end. She wished she could stay wrapped in JDs bare body forever.

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To put it shortly, the sex was great. There's no other way to explain such an amazing thing. The sex was great, I repeat. The sex was great.

Vannessa was still thinking about it as she got ready for school. JD had left early in the morning to prepare for his 'bomb'

And vannessa was left to pick out another stylish blue 80s outfit.

The morning air was crisp and fresh. She took deep gulps of the dewy sunshine.

JD picked her up on his bike and together they zoomed to the building of society.

They walked hand in hand through the halls, stealing blushing glances at eachother every few seconds.

They kissed deeply before sperating.

As vannessa collapsed into her chair, she noticed something. Heather wasn't there.

She looked around the classroom, she wasn't there.

Vannessa sighed. She had probably skipped school.

Mr. Callaghan went on and on about triangles in different forms... And vannessa started to feel pity as she watched the students die of boredom.

She had always thought if she was ever in Heather's she would for sure go with JDs plan... But... Now.... She wasn't so sure.

They didn't deserve to die yet... They still had room to grow. They're still kids. She was starting to understand Veronica's problem here. But JD was the love of her life and she wasn't going to do anything to ruin that.

School ended and vannessa ignored the waves of students saying how sorry they were about heather Duke's suicide.

She was glad to escape on the back of JDs motorcycle.

"Take me to Heather's house!"

JD yelled over the motor.

"Wich one!?"

Vannessa creeped up to his ear.

"McNamara!"

JD nodded

Vannessa gave him instructions as he had never been here before.

She thought how happy heather would be to see her, they could play croquet, or maybe even go to the arcade, eat some crap....cry about the dead bitches of school.

Vannessa kissed JD goodbye and walked up the multiple yellow stairs to Heather's room.

The door was unlocked.

'Heather! It's Ronnie!"

Heather was sitting in her chair, facing a wall.

Vannessa walked up to her gleefully.

"Heather, how about we get a-"

But something was off. Heather didn't move. A steady sound issued somewhere in the room

Drip. Drip.drip.

Vannessa looked around.

"Heather?"

Drip drip drip.

Vannessa gasped and almost fainted.

A steady drop of blood was dripping from Heather's wrists.

Vannessa turned the chair around and started gasping for breath.

Heather was cold as ice. Her fluffy hair was oddly dark against her pale skin.

Her glossy green eyes that would never see again shines bright on the sunflower wallpaper.

Her yellow bathrobe was stained red. The steady puddle of blood for each wrist grew larger.

Drip. Drip.drip.

Vannessa screaming.ed and threw herself at heather. She pulled her off the chair and stroked her curls. She held her only friends body in her arms and stroked her face. Tears fell heavily as she gave heavy wet sobs.

She burrowed her face in Heather's hair, she could still smell the Flower shampoo heather always wore, vannessa always despised the smell... But now it was all she wanted to smell for the rest of her pathetic life. She stopped crying. Those fuckers. They did this. Each person at that fucking school contributed to Heather's death. Everyone will act surprised, when they basically spot her wrists for her.

Vannessa looked around, barly able to see through her puffed eyes.

She hadn't even left a note.