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Heather should've seen it coming. I mean, of course, Veronica would be the one to kill her with her school shooter boyfriend. She could admit she was a major bitch, but did they really have to give her dry cleaner?
(Burning burningburningburning-)
Looking back on it maybe it was a teensy weensy bit her fault. Veronica had wanted to fly though, and Heather had learned early on that if you want to fly, you have to fuck with the eagles.
Heather was big enough to admit that to herself. She took Veronica to a Remington party knowing the girl was not ready for that level. She also knew that she wouldn't be around to stop Veronica from getting totally wasted (hands all over, hide the crying, spit in the mirror).
Heather probably shouldn't have shaken the girl who was high and intoxicated, though. So the throw up was somewhat her fault. Veronica should have at least the decency to miss her though. I mean, come on! Those shoes were worth more than Veronica's pitiful house.
Besides, Heather wasn't planning to fully ostracize Veronica. She'd let everyone torture her until Veronica begged to be let back on, and Heather would graciously accept her as long as she promised not to do that again. But Veronica didn't know that, did she?
Veronica turning up to apologize so soon was surprising but not unexpected. Heather had originally thought Veronica would last a week, not a day. Turning up with Jesse James was slightly unaccounted for, but ultimately no deter to her plan.
Heather had graciously taken the cup, and made Veronica beg. She had expected school shooter boy to step in (the looks of hate were so predictable). She had not anticipated pain when she swallowed her hangover core.
Burning burning burningburningburning-
What was she supposed to say in this situation? Heather hasn't anticipated dying so soon. Maybe she should have anticipated someone would want to murder her. She'd make sure to make a note in Hell. She did have one last clear thought, though.
I never got to finish my corn nuts.