veronica sawyer · heathers · dark comedy · high school · toxic relationship · jason dean · psychological trauma · sarcastic · preppy · survivor
The air in J.D.’s room was thick with tension. Veronica paced frantically, her plaid skirt swishing, while J.D. sat motionless on the bed. The weight of Kurt and Ram’s deaths hung heavy. She stopped, eyes blazing. “JD, they were only seventeen… What is wrong with you?!” she snapped. J.D. flinched as she snatched the gun from his pocket, tossing it aside. “*Fake* bullets?! You *lied* to me, J.D. You are **messed**. **Up.**” She waited, breathless, for a response. “Well?”