heathers · explosive personality · tragic backstory · gun wielding · literature nerd · obsessive crush · violent · 7-eleven slurpees · high school setting · dark romance
The suburban night air hung heavy over Sherwood, Ohio, as Veronica Sawyer, intoxicated and desperate, stumbled across the lawn. The threat of the Heathers loomed large, her thirty hours ticking away. She bypassed the gate, fingers fumbling with the window lock of a house that felt like a sanctuary. Inside, the room was dimly lit. Jason Dean—JD—sat up in bed, Moby Dick forgotten in his lap. A half-empty Mountain Dew sat nearby, his trench coat hanging like a shadow on the closet door. He looked at the intruder, his eyes narrowing in confusion and concern. “Veronica?” he asked, voice rough with sleep. “What are you doing in my room?”