She’s Ours. (Any Problems With That?)

by Too_Much_Angst

Summary:

Upon leaving Junior Year, Veronica Sawyer did not expect her life to change so dramatically over the summer. To be more specific, she did not expect to gain three alphas and subsequently join their pack.

Now, she is back in school, starting her senior year. She finds herself navigating a new life. Like having to brooch the subject, she has mates now with her two best friends, Martha Dunnstock and Betty Finn, without giving away who her mates are.

Because her mates are the notorious Heathers, hopefully, nothing could go horribly wrong.

Notes:

I realize that the dynamics of Beta Veronica & Duke, Omega Mac, and Alpha Chandler seem popular in this fandom.

But I’m in this fandom now, too, so I must subject you all to my tastes. You’re fine with that right?

I told myself no angst, but I was lying to myself. There will definitely be angst at some point in this—just not this chapter.

You're welcome.

Chapter 1: Here We Are First Day of Senior Year

Veronica held her books close to her chest as she walked through the far too crowded halls of Westerburg High. Veronica wouldn’t lie; she felt a bit uncomfortable in the expensive, fancy clothes that the Heathers, yes, those Heathers, had bought for her. To be honest, Veronica was still wrapping her head around the fact that for nearly a month and a half now, she had been mated with the Heathers; they were the pack in Westerberg High that she was obviously now a part of as she was their mate, which was something none of her peers at been privy too. 

 

That very fact was something she had argued about with them; by them, she meant Chandler, mostly. Duke argued with her a bit but eventually joined Mac in trying to get her to drop it. Veronica refused to do so, however, as most of her friends were nerds and outcasts, including her best friends Martha Dunnstock and Betty Finn, and thus had all been victims of the Heathers bullying them at some point. Veronica had worried; actually, she still worries that if any of them knew she had mated with the Heathers, they’d hate her. What kind of person wouldn’t feel betrayed if they found out that someone they trusted was romantically involved with their bullies? 

 

So, in the end, much to Veronica’s relief, Chandler had conceded. However, Veronica had still been dragged to the mall and forced to get a whole new wardrobe consisting of brands that were, in Veronica’s opinion, overpriced. However, Heather, all three of them insisted they were from top-of-the-line fashion brands, and Veronica was just the nerd who got her arm broken at the end of junior year trying to defend a sophomore from Kurt and Ram. So she just went with it.

 

Veronica found herself nervously eyeing her peers, wondering if any of them would call out the very visible marks on her neck. It’s not like the collared shirt and blue blazer she was wearing really covered them. Unfortunately, she still very much had her three alpha’s scents on her. Like all over her. Veronica knew it was her consequence for trying to avoid them this morning. Veronica remembers being roughly pushed against the stalls in one of the bathrooms this morning by Chandler after Duke had taken her diary, and she attempted to get it back. Though normally she wouldn’t be opposed to some rough handling from any of her alphas, she loved it, actually, and she knew they knew that. But sue her for not liking being roughly shoved against the probably dirty bathroom stalls by a pissed Chandler. 

 

“Have you been avoiding us this morning, Ronnie?” Chandler purred, and before Veronica had even the chance to formulate a sarcastic, borderline rude reply, Chandler’s lips were on hers. 

 

Ugh, even just thinking about all that frustrated Veronica to no end. Okay, maybe she had brought that on herself. But she was allowed to be a little salty about it. Veronica sighed, grumbling to herself as she made her way into English, with Mrs. Fleming just her luck to get the crazy hippie teacher. Veronica slowly looked around the class and immediately noticed Heather Chandler sitting at a desk near the front of the room. Veronica immediately noticed the smirk that graced Heather’s lips. Veronica could see Heather trace her figure with her eyes; Veronica had to fight the urge to blush, especially as she could see the clear message in Heather’s eyes. She was definitely fucked later, literally. Veronica glared at her alpha for a moment before forcibly tearing her gaze away from Heather and spotting Betty and Martha at a table. She quickly made a beeline for them, but not before catching the smirk on Heather’s face one more time. Veronica quickly took a seat next to Betty and fumed momentarily. 

 

Ugh, why was Heather such a bitch?! Sure, she was a sexy, hot bitch, that she loved, but god she was a bitch. She had been giving her bedroom eyes from the moment she stepped into the classroom. So, she was being the exact opposite of subtle. Then it dawned on her, and it took all her self-control not to hide her face in her arms and groan. 

 

Just because Heather said she wouldn’t ‘officially’ publicize the fact that Veronica had mated with her Mcnamara and Duke over the summer so she could hang out with her friends, though all three of her alphas liked to call them her ‘nerd friends.’ That did not mean she wasn’t going to make it easy for Veronica to hide it. Maybe she should have just given up, as Mac and Duke told her. No, that was exactly what Heather wanted; she wouldn’t give in. So Veronica opted to try to glare holes in the back of Heather’s head. “Uh, Ronnie? You okay? You’re kinda glaring at Heather Chandler there…” Betty spoke, and she sounded kind of nervous, though Veronica elected to continue glaring at Heather. 

 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m glaring at Heather Chandler cause she’s a bitch .” Veronica spoke loudly, with the full intention of making sure Heather heard her. Veronica instantly knew she heard her as Heather glared at her, which probably wasn’t doing Martha and Betty’s anxiety any favors.

Veronica did not even try to hide the smirk on her face, which her alphas constantly referred to as her ‘bratty smile,’ and she would not deny that. “She’s nothing but a mythic bitch ” Veronica could very well see the way Heather was glaring at her now, daring her to continue. Of course, Veronica was never one to back down from a challenge. 

 

“Uh, Veronica, maybe you should stop; she looks like she wants to murder you,” Martha said, sounding a bit nervous. The sane part of her brain thought about this, and maybe it was better to stop while she was ahead. But Veronica elected to ignore that sane part of her, as she wanted to know what Heather would do to her if she continued. If Veronica was nothing else, she was at least a masochist, for better or worse. 

 

“Why? It’s true; if Heather doesn’t like it, why doesn’t she do something about it.” Veronica smirked, and she wondered if she was pushing it a little too far. Veronica might be a masochist, but she didn’t really want to go the next week sore. Veronica realized she had probably taken it too far when Heather suddenly stood up from her desk and stalked over to the table where she had sat between Betty and Martha. Heather leaned down close enough that Veronica, and by extension Betty, and Martha were privy to her scent and pheromones, though they did not have any effect on either of them as they were betas. 

 

They did affect Veronica, however, all too much, leaving her to stare helplessly up at her alpha, desperately trying not to cave. Veronica was sure Heather was going to tell Duke and Mac all about this, too. 

 

“Are we going to have a problem, nerd ?” Heather spoke, and Veronica knew she was absolutely fucked. Though Veronica was sure she had already made her bed, she might as well lie in it. So Veronica did her best to keep the smirk on her face as she replied, but honestly, it was hard, too. 

 

“I don’t know, are we?” The entire room was silent as they watched Heather and Veronica’s exchange if it could be called that. Veronica wasn’t sure what was going to happen next; she wondered if Heather might forcibly drag her out of the classroom. God, she hoped so. 

 

Luckily, the bell rang, and Mrs. Fleming stood up from her desk. Veronica had never been happier, and maybe she was disappointed. She didn’t know she was just horny. But anyway, the stupid hippie teacher started talking. Veronica caught Heather’s eye as she sat down. Yep, she was so fucked. Thank god. 

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Veronica was confused when Betty stopped in the hallway on the way to lunch before she spoke, “I’m going to the bathroom.” Okay, actually, Veronica was still confused; why did she feel the need to announce it to them? Veronica was about to say something before Betty spoke again, “Ronnie, you’re coming too.” 

 

Again, Veronica didn’t get to say anything else before she was dragged off the bathroom. Oh god, what was happening now? Betty did not let Veronica go until they were inside the bathroom, and Veronica was just very confused. Until she spoke, “So you’re mates are the Heathers, right?” Betty asked, and Veronica started to panic a bit. God, what did she do? Betty had figured it out! She needed to deny it and act dumb! Yes, she’d do that! Veronica quickly plastered a smile over her dumbfound expression before she spoke,

 

“Uh, who are the Heathers?” 

 

Oh oops. 

 

That was too dumb; now she just looked like an idiot, and how was she supposed to deny it now? Veronica honestly didn’t know. “Uhhh…I mean, no…no, they aren’t. Why would you even think that?” Veronica spoke, but Betty didn’t look convinced. Betty sighed, a long, tired sigh. 

 

“Ronnie, I say this as one of your best friends since diapers. You are anything but subtle, like not at all.” Veronica didn’t know what to say at all. Betty had really figured it out. She had no room to deny it. Veronica felt too many things. Would Betty hate her now? “Ronnie, while I am most certainly judging you for your tastes, it’s not that surprising. I mean, it’s you…” 

 

Veronica didn’t even have time to process or unpack what Betty was saying. But she’s pretty sure that was an insult. Probably. Veronica’s brain was fried. She was still pretty horny; it’s all Heather’s fault, by the way. “Ronnie, Martha’s going to be heartbroken by this, so best let her down easy, alright?” 

 

Veronica nodded slowly; she already knew this, of course, “Alright.” 

 

Betty looked at her expression lightened a bit, “Also, Ronnie—“ 

 

“Oh, wow . I didn’t know someone as nerdy as Betty Finn hung out in bathrooms.” A voice cut her, and Veronica recognized it, and of course she did. She didn’t need to turn to know it was Duke. But she did turn to see Duke and Mac standing there. 

 

Out of the corner of her eye, Veronica could see Betty was growing uncomfortable. But Veronica could also smell the waves of possessive pheromones rolling off Duke and Mac, and god, they were doing things to her. Veronica looked at Betty in a silent plea not to leave. 

 

“Well, I’ll see you later, Ronnie. Bye,” Betty said as she started to leave the bathroom. Betty gave her an apologetic look. Veronica glared. Traitor. 

 

“Hey, Ronnie~” Duke spoke in the huskiest voice possible as she and Mac started to close in on her. Veronica froze, not sure if she should take a step back and get those two annoyed at her or, wait, no, she was totally going to do that. Veronica tried not to smirk as she took a slow step back, waiting to see to see how her two alphas would react. Maybe Veronica shouldn’t have done that, as she suddenly found herself pinned against the bathroom wall by Duke. 

 

“Heather–” Veronica started but was cut off by Duke roughly pressing her lips against her own, kissing her hungrily. It took a minute, but Veronica finally let herself try and kiss back, trying to maintain even the slightest degree of dominance, but she failed miserably. 

 

When Duke finally pulled away, Veronica remembered she needed to breathe and started to do just that. What kind of idiot stops breathing during a kiss? Her apparently. Veronica noticed, however, that Duke did not move from where she had her pinned to the wall. Veronica watched as Duke slowly snaked her hand to her hair before grabbing it and yanking it roughly. “Jesus, Heather!” Veronica hissed, caught off guard by it. Veronica saw Duke giving her a look, though, and she raised an eyebrow in return. 

 

“We both know you love that, Sawyer,” Duke said teasingly. Veronica did not even question why Duke suddenly switched to calling her by her last name; she just does it sometimes. Veronica did not expect Duke to move, causing her to fall forward due to the awkward way she had been standing and into Mac’s arms, who probably had purposefully placed right where Veronica would fall so she could catch her. 

 

“Hey, Ronnie~...Heather is mad at you, but you already knew that, right?” Mac spoke as she subtly reached up and rubbed the scent gland on Veronica’s neck, which caused shudders to run down Veronica’s body. 

 

“Y-Yeah, I know,” Veronica said, immediately knowing what Mac was talking about. She meant Heather Chandler. 

 

“I know you like getting her mad at you, Ronnie. I think you’re really in for it this time, though.” Mac spoke, and she heard Duke let out a small laugh from where she was fixing up her makeup. 

 

“That’s an understatement there.” Veronica tried to ignore Duke’s comment and pulled herself from Mac’s arms. Veronica was a bit reluctant to do so, but she didn’t want to miss lunch. 

 

“I’d better go…if I want to have time to eat,” Veronica spoke, picking her books off the sink, and she smiled at her alphas as she walked out of the bathroom. So Betty, found about the Heathers being her alphas, and she managed to piss Chandler off in English, Heather still stared it though. Veronica supposed the day had been going well so far. 

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Veronica had only just made it outside the school building. She turned the corner to look at the hall passes that she had totally not stolen, which was definitely not the reason she was exiting the school building nearly thirty minutes late when she found herself pinned to the wall and staring up at Heather Chandler, of all people. 

 

Also, seriously, this was the third time she had been pinned to some kind of wall today, but Veronica brushed off this fact and looked up at Heather with a cheeky smile. “Hey,” Was all she said, knowing that it would probably get Heather angrier, which she would neither confirm nor deny she was doing on purpose. 

 

Heather smiled at her, an angry glint in her eyes, which was stupidly hot, by the way. “What was that in English today, Ronnie?” Heather purred, her voice low and dangerous. Which was also stupidly hot. Maybe that was why Veronica decided to dig the hole she was already in deeper, 

 

“What I didn’t say anything untrue…” Veronica spoke, trying to sound as innocent as possible. In response, Heather leaned in closer to her, the smirk on her face growing on her face. 

 

“Really? I think you’re just a brat, Ronnie, and do you know what we do to brats, Ronnie?” Heather spoke, her voice low and stupidly sexy. 

 

“No…” Veronica whispered, and she realized maybe she should have stopped while she was ahead back in class. Go, figure. 

 

Now, would Veronica learn from this? No, absolutely not. 

Chapter 2: I Would Fight For You

Notes:

This was fun.

Oh? Did I write wrong kind of angst?

Opps my hand slipped.

Sorry not sorry

Veronica was sore all over. Which was definitely a problem of her own making, jesus christ, Heather was rough when she was pissed off. So Veronica had totally been using those hall passes; she totally did not steal and use them to totally not forge fake ones to skip most classes. Why would she even do that? Veronica was a great student she would never. At least according to her parents, she was a saint and a model student. 

 

Veronica has always had great grades, but if you were to ask her peers, they would call her rude and sassy, and her alphas would call her a brat. Veronica smiled to herself, and she continued to write in her diary while leaning on the bathroom wall. Veronica stopped writing for a minute, the smile falling from her face. As she thought about Martha and how she was to ease her into the revelation that she mated with the Heathers. 

 

Veronica didn't have time to ponder this as the school bell rang, signaling it was time for lunch. Veronica sighed because she was fucking sore, and she didn't want to walk all the way to the cafeteria. Well, this was her fault, wasn't it? She reaped what she sowed, she supposed. Veronica winced, and she tried not to let out a hiss of pain as she bent down to pick up her books. Veronica grumbled to herself as she walked to the cafeteria; she had already decided it would best not to be so much of a "brat," as Heather put it, for a bit, at least till the soreness went away. She knew that was exactly what Heather wanted. Now, that fact annoyed her to no end, as the very idea felt like she was being tamed . Actually, she probably was. 

 

Veronica, upon entering the cafeteria, tried to wipe the scowl off her face as she slowly shuffled over to the table where she sat with Martha and Betty. Veronica noted that the Heathers had not come into the lunch room yet. That was no real surprise; they always had a specified time for them to show up. Veronica tried not to wince as she sat down at the lunch table opposite Betty. She must have failed as she heard Betty giggle. She glared at Betty as she put her books on the table and grabbed the sandwich she had put together in a rush this morning. "I see you got exactly what you earned after English yesterday, Ronnie," Betty spoke in a teasing voice. 

 

Veronica glared at her, "Where's Martha?" She merely asked instead of even bothering to comment on Betty's teasing. 

 

"She's getting her food; she should be coming over soon," Betty said as she scanned the cafeteria for Martha. Veronica did the same until she spotted her walking towards their table. Dawning a sweater as usual, this one had a cat on it, her fanny pack, and black glasses. Veronica watched as Betty also noticed Martha and watched as her face lit up. 

 

"So, you ever gonna tell Martha about how you feel about her?" Veronica asked with a smirk because if Betty was going to tease her, she sure as hell would do it back. Veronica watched as Betty's face went a little red, and Veronica expected her to deny it. She did not expect, however, for Betty to throw a crumpled-up paper ball at her. 

 

The paper hit Veronica's face, and Veronica watched as it fell to the floor. Veronica reached down to pick it up, but she paused as she heard the noise of a lunch tray hitting the floor. Veronica figured it was either Ram or Kurt flipping someone's lunch on them again, but for some reason, she still looked, and Veronica was glad she did as she saw Kurt only a table or so away, taunting and jeering at Martha, who was now covered in her food. Veronica saw red; oh hell no, was the first thing she thought. Martha was her friend, one of her first and best friends. How dare they do that to her. Everyone in the cafeteria had already stopped watching, as this wasn't anything new.

 

All thoughts of logic and reasoning were lost as Veronica stood up from her seat, and her instincts took over. Veronica didn't think Betty tried to stop her; she wasn't aware of much other than the rage bubbling in her stomach. Veronica was seething as she stalked over to Kurt and, by extension, Ram. "Does the nerd not like what we did to her friend?" Kurt jeered at her, and Veronica said nothing; she didn't even know if she was capable of proper speech right now. Kurt and Ram were stupid, but she didn't think they were this stupid even to try to provoke her right now. She was an omega, and they were surely close enough that they could smell her scent and, by extension, her anger. She wondered what her alphas would say; they hadn't come to the lunchroom yet. They always came late.

 

"She must be a real loser to be friends with someone as fat as Martha Dumptrack!" Ram added in, and something in Veronica just snapped. She snapped and silently kicked Kurt in the balls. The entire cafeteria went silent as Kurt let out a pained yell; it was noisy. Everyone was watching now Betty, Martha, the nerds, and the other jocks. Yet the Heathers weren't here still… her alphas. Hers, they were hers, and she was theirs. The world felt so far away from Veronica, and she briefly wondered if they were mad at her for causing such a scene, but she couldn't care right now. Defending Martha was more important; she could care what they would think later. 

 

Veronica snapped back into reality when she felt her arms being held behind her back. She was confused until she noticed Ram was no longer behind Kurt. Oh god, Ram. He was holding her arms behind her back. Fear quickly overtook the anger and was replaced by something else. Fear: Veronica was afraid another alpha was touching her that wasn't one of her alphas. Veronica then noticed Kurt's fist, and she couldn't do anything she couldn't do anything to stop it. The scent and pheromones that were rolling off of her in her anger grew stronger but now indicated Veronica's distress and fear. Kurt's fist collided with Veronica's nose, and a sickening crack was heard. Veronica's eyes snapped shut; the noise made Veronica's stomach churn as blood spewed from her nose and tears rolled down her cheeks. 

 

It hurt, it hurt so much, like millions of needles were stabbing her nose; she couldn't breathe through her nose, and every time she tried, it hurt. It hurt. It hurt so much. 

 

It hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt it. It hurt so much that Veronica couldn't think past her pain. Everything around her went quiet, and the pain stopped. For a moment, it was peaceful.

 

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Veronica was pretty sure Kurt or maybe Ram punched her head at some point cause there was a pain in her head. Veronica didn't know all the pain was blending together. She was kinda dizzy and confused. Very confused. Why was she confused? 

Veronica was vaguely aware of the fact that Ram had let go of her arms, and she felt Kurt's hands around her neck; it just added to the already debilitating pain. Veronica heard someone scream at Kurt to let her go. It sounded like Betty. Was Betty okay? She didn't know. 

 

Veronica was in pain. So…so much pain. Too much pain. 

 

It hurt. 

 

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"Kurt, you better put her down right now." Veronica knew that voice, recognizing it in an instant. Heather, so Duke and Mac were probably with them, too. She couldn't be sure she couldn't smell them, or anything for that matter. Veronica was on the ground again before she realized it, and she just kind of stood there. Veronica did not want to move; she was in too much pain. Veronica stiffened when she felt someone place a hand on her  

 

"Hey, Ronnie, can you open your eyes for us?" Veronica heard someone say, was it Duke or Mac she didn't know. Veronica tried to do what she said and slowly opened her eyes, and she saw Mac in front of her while Duke was off to the side. "Alright, good. Can you tell us what hurts?"

 

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"... wha'hurts?" Veronica repeated Mac's words, her voice coming out slurred,

 

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"...Nose an'head…" Veronica finally said, and she didn't know if Mac or Duke had said anything about her question or not. She saw their smiles were a little tight, and Veronica didn't actually know what was happening anymore; she was too confused. 

 

"Let's get you to the nurse's office, Ronnie," Duke said quickly, but Veronica was still confused. 

 

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"Wha'bout…Heather?" Veronica finally spoke, and she quickly received a short and curt response as she was being pushed out of the cafeteria, 

 

"Heather will be fine." 

 

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Heather glared at Ram and Kurt, and if looks could kill, they'd already be dead. The only reason she hadn't done anything was because Ronnie had been here, barely aware, with blood dripping from her nose. Heather seethed, and she was furious that it had even happened. It was her fault this had happened; she was the one who entertained the idea of not making it public that Veronica was their mate. Now look what happened: Veronica was injured because she stood up for one of her friends. 

 

So to say Heather was pissed was an understatement; she had been waiting for Veronica to no longer be in the cafeteria to do anything, but she was gone. So Heather could act on her anger now.

Heather strode towards Ram and Kurt, her anger present in her eyes. Stopping in front of them, Heather glared up at them, knowing she was conveying her anger very clearly, at least if the fear written on all of their faces were to go by. 

 

It didn't take more than two swift kicks for the both of them to end up on the ground; Heather smiled, seeing the pain etched into their faces. Of course, her anger was still present, raging in her stomach like an erupting volcano. However, she'd have to take it out somewhere else, as she needed to send a message here. Heather's smile grew as she kneeled and grabbed the sides of Ram's face, letting her sharp, manicured nails dig into his skin. Heather took joy from the pain present on Ram's face. "That girl…Veronica…” Heather was loud enough so the cafeteria could hear, which wasn't hard because it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. 

 

"She's ours . If anything ever happens to her again, there will be hell to pay. Any problems with that?" Heather spoke; it was directed at Ram and Kurt, but she was saying it loud enough for everyone to know. So this would never happen again. 

 

"N-No…" Heather heard Ram say weakly, and she let go of his face, standing up. Normally, Heather would be satisfied with this, but she wasn't. 

 

But she'd rather be attending to her omega right now, and she could always take out the trash later. Heather knew that Ram and Kurt knew that. 

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Veronica didn't know what to expect upon returning to school after a little over a month due to her concussion and a broken nose. She did not expect her alphas to show up at her house, and they eventually dragged her outside when she was ready. This was happening right now; Veronica was quite literally being dragged down her driveway by Heather Chandler, and people with Duke and Mac were following close behind. It's like they were her bodyguards or something. Veronica was not very amused. "I don't need you guys to guard my every move! I'm fine." 

 

Heather, all three of them, seemed to pause at this, and Heather's grip on her hand tightened. "No, I don't trust you for a second," Heather simply said, to which Mac chimed in. 

 

"Ronnie, you have a history of getting into fights with Kurt and Ram. Plus, your injuries haven't fully healed yet." Mac spoke in that friendly tone that often tricked people into thinking she wasn't that much of a bitch. No, she absolutely was. Veronica knew this; she also knew she had no real room to argue. That didn't mean she wasn't going to try. 

 

"A history?! It's only happened two times!" Veronica said in her attempt to argue back, but she knew it wasn't much of an attempt. But would she really be herself if she did not try to argue in some (usually bratty, sassy, or rude) way? 

 

"Most people wouldn't even pick one fight with Kurt and Ram." Duke, oh so helpfully chimed in. To which Veronica sighed, 

 

"You all are the worst!" Veronica said, maybe a bit dramatically, as Heather let go of her hand and stopped now that they were in front of her Porsche. Heather smiled; at her, it was actually more of a smirk. 

 

"Right, now get in the car." Veronica decided for once in her life to quit while she was ahead. 

 

"Fine…"

Notes:

Alright! So don't worry; there will be more installments (eventually), and we will cover things like Martha (other stuff I skipped in this) and some other fun things. (Eventually, a wild J.D. might appear. Who knows?) (Yes I am a fan of Pokemon sorry for the random reference).

Speaking I did a lot of impromptu research on this chapter on concussions and broken noses in this chapter.

Thanks for reading; maybe leave some comments? (Only if you want.)

Notes:

I live for rude brat Veronica. I also live for stupid gay Veronica.

 

I loved writing this; I haven't had this much fun writing in a while. Maybe comment your opinions they always make my day!

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Ours