Chapter 8

Both vannessa and JD stood staring at heather Chandler. A steady flow of blood trickling on the myriad shards of little glass, making them glint like rubies.

Vannessa then repeated Veronica's lines... But in a completely different mood change.

"I just killed my best friend."

She knew down beside heather and stroked her fluffy natural curls that the school worshiped.

JD leaned up against Heather's vanity.

"And your worst enemy"

Vannessa chuckled darkly and stood up. Her brain oddy relaxed. Like she had taken a drug.

"Same difference"

She said. Smooth as water.

JD grabbed vannessa's hand.

"What are we gonna tell the cops?"

He let go and threw his hands in the air raising his eyebrows.

"'fuck it if she can't take a joke sarge-?'"

He leaned down to Heather's vanity and held his head in his hands.

"Well... At least you got what you wanted."

Vannessa laughed.

"Yeah... You could say that."

"Now... We did murder..." JD stood up and walked to heather Chandler.

"And that's a crime."

Vannessa gaped at him

"Yeah no shit Sherlock."

"But uh..." He waved his hands meaninglessly at Heather's corpse.

"But this looks more like uh... Suicide thing.. ya know?"

"Look..." He moved back to vannessa.

"You know Heather's hand writing has well as your own correct-?"

Vanessa didn't know Heather's hand writing, but if this was the last thing heather wrote.... Who fucking cares?!

"Yeah.."

Vannessa opened Heather's middle drawer and took out a pen and paper. The paper had a border of red ribbon. Creating a bow at the corners. Vannessa took Heather's red ball point pen and began writing while JD talked.

"I know that you think I know what I have done is shocking...but to me.. suicide is the only answer to the myriad of problems life has given me."

Vannessa followed along as he wrote.

She could practically feel Heather Chandler whispering into her ear... Clutching her shoulder... Criticizing her spelling and congratulating the use of 'myriad'.

But nothing was there. Just the thought of Heather's death fresh in her mind.

"People think that just because you're beautiful and popular that life is easy and fun... No one understood that i had feelings too..."

Vannessa paused.

"This is good.... Have you done this before-?"

JD did not answer.

~

Veronica stood in the girls locker room putting her stuff away. The non existent guilt in her brain was gone.

Heather McNamara was moaning and groaning by her locker.

"Ugh.. life is so unfair." She swung her bag over her shoulder and slammed her locker door shut.

"We should have the whole week off instead of just an hour."

Heather Duke was sitting on the bench with a large bucket of chicken Between Her legs.

She stuffed bite after bite.

"Write to the school board."

She started on another chicken leg.

Vannessa leaned against her locker and stared at heather Duke.

"Watch it heather... You might be digesting food there.."

Heather McNamara laughed.

"Yeah.. where's your urge to purge-?"

Heather Duke threw the chicken leg she had finished with behind her shoulder.

"Fuck it."

As they walked out of the locker rooms, vannessa stopped to look at the shower stall on her right.

In the movie, Veronica walks into the shower with her clothes on to wash off her guilt.

But not now. There was no guilt in vannessa. She smirked and followed the surviving Heather's.

After a very annoying 'feeling' session with Mrs. Flemming, Veronica went with JD to his house. As they turned on the TV, there were a bunch of interview with people fom school about Heather's supposed suicide.

"You know.. we liked the same type of things.."

Said heather Duke's voice.

"Switch the channel."

JD obliged and switched channels. There was heather again.

"Jesus heather how many Networks did you run to !?"

The next channel was of 'feed the world Pete'. "You know.. I won her a stuffed dinosaur at the carnival-"

Vannessa laughed and yelled at the TV,

"Your an ass hole!" She turned to JD who was laughing with her. "Mute his ass.". The next channel was of Courtney barns

"You know... Life's not gonna be the same without her..."

Vannessa groaned.

"What are you talking about!? You hated her! She hated you!"

"Every English class I looked forward to seeing her-"

They turned the TV off. Their moment of temporary blissed free of no heatherness was interupted as the door swung open and JDs dad tramped in.

Vannessa immediately jumped up and left, not wanting to deal with his dad's bullshit.

But JD grabbed her arm.

"C'mon Veronica.. my dad's an asshole but I'd like you to meet him"

Vannessa sat down and sighed. The rubbery couch moved around d as she crossed her legs.

The backworsa talk of the dean household started almost immediately.

"Hey son.. I didn't uh.. hear you come in."

JD's father stopped in front of them. He was wearing sweat pants and a massive hoody. Most likely about to get on the treadmill that was by vannessa's right side of the couch.

"Hey.. dad.. how was work-?"

Bud Dean answered his on question as he went on the treadmill and started walking while talking to them.

"It was miserable." He shook his head and looked up at the ceiling.

"Some damn tribe of whithered old witches don't want us to terminate that fleabag hotel, all because Glenn Miller and his band once took a shit there."

He looked down at his feet.

"Just like kansas..."

His head popped up and looked at JD

"Remember fucking Kansas!?"

JD crossed his legs and waved his finger around in a pointing motion

"The uh, one with the wheat right?"

"'save the memorial oak tree occociation." His sly smile curling up the sides of his face. "Showed those fucks."

JD sighed and looked at vannessa, who was growing quite uncomfortable in the undertow of the backwords... Messed up family

"30 of those 4th of July fire works strapped to the trunk...araigned but aquitted."

Bud Dean then looked at vannessa who shrunk back slightly clutching onto JD's coat arm.

"Jeez pop... Almost forgot to introduce my girlfriend."

JD squinted at his dad. "Dad this is Veronica.... Veronica, dad."

Vannessa tried to smile the best she could at this monster of a human being that JD was exposed to constantly, when what she really wanted to do was grimace and put him in the trash and set it on fire.

JD looked at his dad. "So why don't you ask your little friend to stay with us for dinner-?

Vannessa sprung up from her seat and grab bed her coat. This line... She was not afraid to re-up.

"I.. can't. My mom's making my favorite tonight.... It's spaghetti!" She waved her hands around awkwardly.

"Lots of oregano.."

JD looked at her. "How nice... Last time I saw my mom she was waving at me from a library window in Texas." He looked at his father and said in a commanding tone, and for the first time.. " right? Dad?"

JD's dad stopped the treadmill. "Right... Son."

Vannessa got the chills.

"Right..."

She got up and walked out as fast as she could. As she walked out into the sunshine she felt as if a tension was gone. She could breathe freely again. This was the one part that she was dreading the whole entire time she was here. Luckily, it was gone... And she would only have to deal with JD's fucked up dad once more.

As she walked home, she reflected on everything that happened. Her soft heels clacking on the cement street. As she walked, she passed an old house that looked like it was falling apart.

She chuckled as she thought if how JD's dad would love to machine gun it down or something.

She went home and deliberitly ignored her parents outside and went to get ready for Heather's funeral.