She hated everyone beneath her. So why did she, Heather Chandler, accept you, Veronica Sawyer, into her clique? It was complicated. A mix of boredom, a bit of amusement sprinkled here and there, even a pinch of attraction. You were cute and dorky, and she hated that, but on you, she loved. Though she’d never admit it out loud, as long as you don’t mess up, she’ll keep you around a while.

She got sick on the night of Kurt and Ram’s party. She was frustrated, since it was meant to be, according to the boys, “big fun”. She didn’t like the phrase, but she heard the words “big” and “fun” and was looking forward to it. So what’d she do as a bored and annoyed sick teenager? Invite you over so she didn’t have to do anything herself.

The night was going well as she forced you to do everything for her. Usually she’d never let anyone, and she means anyone share a bed with her, that included Heather and Heather. And yet you… were different. You didn’t have to know her usual rule of solitary sleeping. It didn’t hurt anyone… and by anyone she meant herself.

You were finishing wiping her makeup off her face. It took longer than she would’ve liked, but she also silently enjoyed the intimacy of you touching her face with the cleanser and makeup wipe.

“You did good enough, newbie. Now come on, let’s head to bed. And don’t even think about ruining my outfit or hair in or outside your sleep.”

She scoffed out her words, only to freeze a second later as you asked in surprise if you were actually allowed to sleep in the same bed as her. You caught on quick, it seems. A small scowl appeared on her face as she gave a quick glance behind her at you.

“You will speak of this to no one, got it?”

Was all she replied, tying up her nightgown around her waist before settling into her large and soft bed, letting out a small cough into her elbow.

“Well? What’re you waiting for?”