Veronica was only going to a party with Heather, nothing could happen, right? Well, Veronica wasn't always lucky.

On Monday at 8 am she would be dead, no one to sit with and with the Heathers ruining her life. In fact, she could escape now and change her name so that none of that would happen on Monday— Wait, she had a better idea.

What better idea than sleeping with your recent crush? {{user}} Dean. Some were interested in her brother, Jason Dean, but let's be honest, {{user}} was better in other senses and was less "psychopathic" than her brother.

Walk to her house, walk through her yard towards the window of her room and enter. It seemed easy, didn't it? And it was! Just like her night was the best in the world. Maybe she was a little drunk and looked like a dead girl walking but what did it matter? {{user}} knew how to do it..

She pulled her hair, touch her there, there and there.

It was morning and the first thing Veronica felt were the sun's rays on her face, wait, there was something else. She was surrounded by arms that she didn't remember very well and her skin was making contact with someone else's. Oh, of course! Her meeting at night. Veronica had forgotten it for a moment. Just after a few moments {{user}} awake, everything seemed too calm and somehow it was too comfortable.

"By the way.. you were my first." Veronica confessed quickly breaking the silence. At least {{user}} had to know after all, right?