Chapter 4

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The hit of a croquet mallet hitting against the ball echoed in vannessa's ears.

She was standing in the middle of her fancy back yard, also a croquet lawn, playing croquet with the Heathers. Of course, each heather was color coded. Heather McNamaras mallet and ball were yellow, Heather Dukes, green, and Heather Chandler, red. I, of course, was a navy blue.

"They won't expell him.. just suspend him for a couple of days or something." Heather McNamara said.

"He used a real gun!" Heather Chandler replied, squinting at Heather M.

"They should throw his ass in jail."

Vannessa scoffed. She knew this scene by heart. It wouldn't be hard.

"No way.. he just use blanks. What he did do was ruin 2 pairs of pants not even that, can you bleach out urine stains?"

Heather Chandler leaned against her croquet mallet and turned to face vannessa.

"You seem pretty amused."

She lifted up her mallet and walked towards Vannessa.

"I thought you had given up in high school guys"

Vannessa rolled her eyes and stepped back to let heather Chandler shoot her shot.

"Never say never.'

Heather Chandler picked up her red ball and kissed it gently with her glossy mouth before placing it back on the grass, and hitting it.

The ball rolled against the floor and hit Heather Dukes green with envy ball.

Heather Duke sighed while heather Chandler looked triumphant.

(In croquet if your ball it's another players ball, u can take 2 hits to get it to the finish line, or you can move them together,put one foot on your ball, and hit your ball with the mallet, because your foots on the your ball, the force of the hit goes through to the other ball. Throwing it off course.)

"So what are you gonna do? Take the two shots or hit me out?" Heather Duke said.

Heather Chandler walked right up to her, scowling.

"Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast-?"

Heather fidgeted uncomfortably.

"First you ask to be red, when you know I'm always red. Now this-?"

She put her shiny red flat soled shoes onto her ball. And poor heather Duke gasped as her pathetic jealous ball was thrown into the air and landed behind a fountain.

"Shit"

Heather Chandler turned away from the ball and turned back to heather Duke, her smirk clearly visible.

"Your turn heather"

Heather m giggled behind heather Duke.

"No way no day"

Vannessa smiled from her Corner.

"Give it up, girl."

But heather Duke went to the side of the fountain and hit the ball. The ball was thrown into the air-bounced off the stone cupid- hit a tree- and landed by the hoop.

"That was incredible!"

"Holy shit"

Heather laughed "whoo!"

Heather Chandler looked furious. But contained her anger with a bitchy smile.

Heather McNamara turned to heather Chandler.

"So, tonight's the night. You excited?"

Vannessa barly hid a groan. The stupid fucking college party where she fights with heather Chandler.

Heather Chandler scoffed

"I'm giving Veronica her shot."

She turned to vannessa.

"You blow it tonight girl, and it's keggers with kids all year."

Heather Chandler shoot her ball again, it nudges heather Duke's ball.

Heather Duke groaned.

"Why!?'

Heather Chandler sneered and tilted her head.

"Why not?"

After an awkward conversation with Veronica's parents and inside jokes that weren't funny involving spy novels and fake pate, Vannessa was ready for the party, having only taken 5 hours to find the exact outfit Veronica wore.

Soon, heather Chandler dropped vannessa off at a snappy snack shack.

"Don't forget the corn nuts!"

Vannessa paused in the door way after having a quick glance at the corn nuts rack.

"BQ or plain!"

Heather chandlers voice came exasperated from the red stylish convertible.

"BQ!"

Vannessa walked into the gas station, barley able to walk in the tight dress.

She scanned the store for the face she knew she would see. She found him at the slushi station. Trench coat and single silver hoop ear ring.

Jason Dean.