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Few words can express the feelings that Veronica was feeling in that moment. Dread? Shock? Anger? Fear? Disbelief?
No. None of those words by themselves can truly measure the absolute magnitude of the way she felt.
Here she was. Veronica Sawyer, straight A student, the top of her class, no less, leaning against the bathtub in her bathroom, clutching a positive pregnancy test. How did this happen?
Well...... she knew 𝘩𝘰𝘸 it had happened, but 𝘸𝘩𝘺 had it happened to 𝘩𝘦𝘳?
She was on birth control after all.
Veronica traced her steps back to that Friday evening, at that godforsaken 711 on Main Street.
It was a pleasant evening. She remembered the whole thing like it was yesterday despite being over 2 weeks ago now.
Tucking her short, brunette bob behind her ear, and adjusting her skirt, Veronica had made her way out of the house, saying a quick goodbye to her mother and father as she did. Grabbing her blue, velvet clutch from the sideboard, along with her spare keys, Veronica sighed, and took a single step out onto the front porch.
"VERONICA!!" a voice screamed, spotting her on the porch. "HURRY UP! WE HAVE A PARTY TO GET TO!"
Veronica sighed, as the bright red 911 Carrera honked its horn from the street.
Heather was here.
Not wanting to get a noise complaint, Veronica clumsily made her way down the steps and toward the car. She hated heels. Even if they were boots like the blue, velvet, knee-high ones she was wearing now, she could never walk properly in them.
Opening the back passenger side door, she piled in, only to be met with a piercing stare from Heather Chandler, sat in the driver's seat.
"You're gonna make us late!!" she snapped, glancing up and down at her outfit, unimpressed.
"Yeah! Besides, you look like a blue crayon!" Heather duke chimed in, whipping her head around from the passenger seat.
The three girls sniggered at this remark, as Veronica slammed the door shut, embarrassed.
Heather Chandler's car was completely different to any sane persons car.
She had red velvet seat covers, complete with matching head rests, a pair of red fuzzy dice, hanging from her review mirror, accompanied by a rose scented air freshener, shaped like a flaming heart, several bumper stickers, one of which read: 'Mythic Bitch', a dashboard covered in red roses, and finally, devil horns on her side mirrors.
Veronica sat in the back, whilst the Heathers talked, laughed, and sang along to the radio, which was blaring in the background.
After what seemed like forever, they pulled up to the 711.
"Veronica," Heather cooed, sweetly. "Would you be a darling and buy some Corn Nuts for me please?" she blinked several times, putting on a fake pleading face, much to the other girl's amusement.
Veronica sighed. "Plain or BBQ?"
Heather's face dropped. "Uh... HELLO?! BBQ!! It's not a party without BBQ!"
Veronica rolled her eyes, as she slammed the car door, enjoying her few minutes of freedom.
Pushing the door open, Veronica breathed in a sigh of relief as she made her way across the store.
"Greetings and Salutations." a voice called out from behind her.
It was Jason Dean, or rather, 'JD' for short. Veronica had seen him several times in that past week, and finally had a chance to properly talk to him. His voice was smooth, almost velvety, and Veronica felt drawn to him. Maybe it was his classic 'bad boy' appearance that attracted her, or the fact he was new in town. Or maybe, just maybe, something else drew her toward him. Fate? Coincidence? or plain Circumstance? She didn't know. But something must have happened, as Veronica found herself, half drunk, and half high on weed, stumbling through the darkness, climbing his fence, and snapping of his window lock. She found herself, in his bedroom, explaining her situation, and then... well, as they say... the rest is history.
Now, she only felt one thing.
Regret.