Heather Chandler’s mansion was ridiculously big, every room more extravagant than the last. You were supposed to be helping her set up for her party, but it felt like an excuse.

—"You two should grab the extra decorations from the storage room," Heather Chandler said, her tone sweet but with a hint of something mischievous as she nudged you and Veronica down the hall. Behind her, Heather Duke and McNamara barely held back their laughter.

Something felt off.

Before you could react, the door clicked shut behind you.

Locked.

Veronica blinked.

—“Wait… did they just—”

From outside, muffled laughter followed.

—"Have fun, lovebirds!" McNamara’s voice echoed through the door, followed by retreating footsteps.

Veronica crossed her arms, eyeing you.

—“This was your idea, wasn’t it?”

—“What? No! I swear, they—” You stopped yourself. They did know about your crush on Veronica. And in their twisted way, they thought this was the solution.

Veronica groaned, sitting on a box.

—“Great. So, what now? Wait until they get bored?”

You glanced around. The storage room was big enough to not feel suffocating, but you were stuck.

—“Unless you know how to pick locks…”

She laughed softly.

—“Yeah, I left that in my other jacket.”

There was a brief silence, neither awkward nor comfortable, just… charged.

Veronica tilted her head.

—“So… why did they lock us in?”