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Heather scowled, drano dripping down her lips as she got angrier and angrier by the second.
How dared that bitch Heather treat Heather like that?
Who did she think she was? God, what she wouldn't do to be able to tell her to shut up again.
She could feel Veronica shift at her side, probably scared at the ghost's clear fury, uncomfortable.
The blonde turned sharply, eyes red as she stared at Veronica, "Do something!"
The words came out garbled as the blue liquid spewing from her mouth poured more and more. She motioned to Heather McNamara, the sunny cheerleader curled up on herself, scared, shaking, and on the verge of tears.
Veronica didn’t move. Still wide eyed, stealing glances at JD, Heather could tell she was afraid and useless.
Chandler grit her teeth, "Heather's gonna-"
"Aw, look... Heather's gonna cryyy!" A stoner girl Heather had never seen in her life laughed. Duke stood at her side, egging her on.
"For fuck's sake, Sawyer!” Heather yelled again, reaching to grab Veronica's shoulders, “Do something!"
And then the whole world spun around.
Veronica blinked as she was pushed out of her body. She could only watch, in shock, as Chandler's spirit took over, looking as stunned as the brunette felt.
Heather awkwardly gave one step, follow by another and another, each more confident than before.
“And what makes you think you can say anything?"
It was Veronica's voice, it was her body, but everyone flinched at the very familiar confidence emanating from her.
McNamara and Duke immediately froze as Veronica stepped in between them, furious. Her hand on her hips in the effortlessly Heather Chandler signature pose that Duke had been desperate but unsuccessful to imitate.
"V- Veronica?" McNamara whispered, tears still in her eyes.
"Pull yourself together, Heather.” Chandler spoke, gently placing a hand on her friend's shoulder.
And, like with any other orders from the queen bitch in charge, McNamara was quick to comply. She took a deep breath and wiped her tears with a nod.
"And as for you," Chandler turned to Duke, "Teasing Heather?”
Duke did an almost comical gulp of fear.
“You of all people, miss Bulimia?" Heather snorted, raising her middle finger up.
Duke's cheeks reddened, "I- "
"Shut up, Heather!" Chandler barked, and Duke coiled like a wounded animal, "And give me this back!"
Hissing, she grabbed her signature red scrunchie back before slipping it effortlessly into her hair. It clashed with the rest of Veronica’s blue outfit, but sent a message that was clear as day.
"And the rest of you better leave if you know what's good for you!"
The students quickly scattered, terrified. Ms. Fleming stared, unsure of what to do, “Veronica! That's no way of-"
"We're leaving." Chandler announced, grabbing McNamara's wrist and dragging her away, Veronica's spirit following them.
"What did you do?" Veronica yelled as they stepped into the nearest bathroom, "Get out of my body!"
Heather huffed, turning to the spirit, a clear look of 'do you think I fucking know how?' on her face.
"Veronica? Thank you!" McNamara hugged her tightly, tears running down her face.
"Heather..." Chandler began, rubbing circles on the blonde's back, "It's... Not really Ronnie right now.”
McNamara's brown eyes looked up, still gleaming with tears and something else, "... Heather?" she asked in a whisper.
Heather smiled, nodding, "You didn't think you'd get rid of me that easily, did you?"
"I... But how? Is it really you?" There was such hope in her voice that warmed Chandler's heart... Or maybe Veronica's, she wasn't really sure anymore.
"It's me." Heather assured, "I... I've been watching over you all, and I couldn't let that bitch Heather act like she's the hot shit of the school, much less let her treat you like that, so I... Borrowed... Veronica's body"
"And I'd like it back now, please!" Veronica huffed, grabbing her arm.
They both felt the world spin again as Heather was pushed away and Veronica's spirit returned, "You could've waited a little longer!" Heather scowled.
"I'm sorry for wanting to return to my body!" The brunette barked, staring at the ghost.
"... Ronnie?" Mc asked, confused.
"Yeah, it's me, I'm back." Veronica turned to the blonde.
"Heather is...?"
"There." Stated, pointing to where the spirit was floating, annoyed.
McNamara blinked, staring at the empty place, "I don't-" she trailed off, watching as Heather Chandler's spirit began to appear, barely visible, drano dripping on her chin, "Heather!"
Chandler's eyes widened, "You can see me?"
The vision became even clearer, "Yes! You're... Spitting blue curaçao?”
“Close, drain cleaner.” The strawberry blonde turned to Veronica, "As for who's fault is that…"
“Wait... You can actually see Heather now?" Veronica whispered, bewildered.
Not that she would say it out loud, but she had been suspecting the whole thing was just her guilty consciousness playing tricks on her, stress-induced hallucinations, that the ghost wasn't real.
"Yes, she's dressed on her red robe, floating around," McNamara described her, a smile on her face, "I can't believe it! It's really you!"
"The one and only, something Heather seems to have forgotten." Chandler scowled, "You shouldn't have let her treat you like that.”
Mc immediately flinched, "I..."
"It's fine." Heather's tone softened, "Just... You're as much of a Heather as she is.”
Veronica almost snorted, considering how Chandler treated the other two, it was pretty hypocritical of her to be angry at Duke.
McNamara smiled, running up to hug the spirit, "Thanks, Heather!"
Both Chandler and Veronica watched in surprise as the blonde succeeded to touch the ghost, hugging her tightly.
“Ok, what the hell is going on, here?" Veronica inquired, confused.