Floating Above It All (I Don't Really Like It)

by Too_Much_Angst

Summary:

Veronica finally returns to school after what happened with Kurt and Ram, and everything is different. Martha and all her friends, with the expectation of Betty, ignore her, and Veronica feels like she's suffocating.

Veronica doesn't know if she can do this, and the Heathers, her alphas, are not happy.

Notes:

Second installment go!

 

Angst! I choose you!

 

Use emotional struggles! (To be honest, I had no idea what to say to make this joke work.)

Chapter 1

Veronica noticed that people were avoiding her as she walked through the halls. Honestly, she shouldn’t have been surprised by this, but she still found it too concrete; Veronica blamed her injuries. The doctors had told her symptoms had improved to the point where she could return to school. Her nose was mostly healed, though.

Maybe it could be argued that people had been avoiding her before because her alphas had been with her, but she had made sure to lose them in the crowded hallways. Which was probably a stupid thing to do when she was healing from a concussion, but Veronica often did not use her common sense; the fact she was injured probably worsened this. Veronica scanned the hallways as if she had maybe forgotten where she was going, but luckily, she didn’t have to worry about it. She spotted Martha and Betty near some lockers. Okay, so she needed to greet them totally normally and, first and foremost, apologize to Martha…she thought that was right, at least. Veronica slowly walked over to them, “Hey guys…it’s been a minute…” Veronica spoke, and she immediately felt a bit awkward. This feeling only worsened when she saw the uncomfortable look on Martha’s face. 

 

“Oh, hey, Ronnie, have your injuries healed?” Betty said, and she seemed the same as always, which made Veronica feel a bit better. 

 

“Eh, sort of, Though my nose is almost healed, and my symptoms from my concussion have become manageable,” Veronica said, trying to look Betty in the eyes and not let her gaze shift to Martha, who seemed uncomfortable. It seemed like Betty was about to speak, but Martha actually spoke up first. 

 

“I’m going to head to homeroom now; see you, Betty,” Martha spoke as she walked off without even acknowledging her, and that hurt, to be honest. She saw Betty looking at her apologetically. 

 

“Uh, sorry, Ronnie. She didn’t really take the revelation about you and the Heathers well. Nobody did, really; it’s been quite the conversation between us, nerds, and nobodies, you know?” Veronica didn’t know why these words hurt so much; it was what she had been expecting on the first day of school, after all. But they did hurt a lot. “But, uh, Ronnie, just know I’m still on your side, always will be. I’ll uh talk to Martha again, promise.” 

 

Veronica nodded numbly at Betty’s words before she forced herself to speak: “Yeah, okay, Betty, see in English, I guess.” Veronica spoke, and she watched as Betty seemed to get the message. She smiled before she left to go to her homeroom. Veronica wasn’t sure how long she had stood there; she was feeling kind of numb. She actually found herself wishing her symptoms would act up now; at least the pain would distract her from this. 

 

“Veronica!” Veronica heard someone call out to her, and it sounded like Mac, to be honest. Veronica turned around to see Mac was indeed standing there. Veronica was a bit surprised that Mac referred to her by her full name instead of some nickname, but she usually didn’t do that unless she was mad. Veronica then took a look at Mac’s face and realized she was pissed with her. Honestly, she had a good reason for that, so Veronica wasn’t even going to try to make an excuse as she had purposely lost them in the crowded school halls. This is why she does not stop her from grabbing her hand a bit too tightly and starting to pull her back down the hallway. 

 

“Uh, Heather…” Veronica started, not even sure what she was going to say; it didn’t take more than a second for Mac to respond, 

 

“No, don’t even, Veronica.” Mac was still using her full name, and yeah, she was pissed. Probably because Veronica had a still-healing concussion and not quite healed yet broken nose, and she had the brilliant idea to use the crowded hallways as a way to go off on her own. Yeah, that was probably it. Listen, Veronica was usually all for trying to anger any of her stupidly possessive alphas any day, especially if your name was Heather Chandler. But, uh, she wasn’t so lacking in common sense, even with a concussion, to do that to any of them when they were in their super overprotective modes. Well, maybe she already kind of did that, but in her defense, Veronica was not thinking. 

 

“Uh, I’m sorry…Heather…” Veronica spoke, and she felt Mac pause for a moment, but she didn’t say anything and instead kept pulling her, albeit very gently along. Veronica felt kinda awkward, to be honest. It didn’t take long for Veronica to spot the red and green blazers of her other two alphas, and she could see them staring at her. Veronica instinctively averted her gaze to the floor. Veronica felt guilty for worrying about her alphas, of course, but she had been desperate to find Betty and Martha. She had been desperate to apologize to Martha for keeping the truth from her. Veronica wasn’t an idiot; she knew Betty had been downplaying things. It was basically a given that all her old friends, aside from Betty, wouldn’t want anything to do with her anymore. 

 

That wasn’t fair. Why did loving who she wanted to love and choosing to be theirs cost her all but one of her friends? How was that fair? Veronica was vaguely aware that she and Mac had stopped walking, and she could feel the gaze of all three of her alphas on her. Veronica knew she should look up and say something, but she couldn’t—she just couldn’t. The thought of all her friends except Betty hating her now was too much. Tears started to slide down Veronica’s cheeks, and she let out a sob. 

 

God, why was she crying in the middle of school, in the middle of the hallway? Why was she crying? Veronica felt one of her alphas place a hand under Veronica’s chin and lift her head. Looking up, she saw all three of them looking at her concern written all over their expressions. Yet Veronica did not miss the fierce overprotectiveness in their eyes. “I’m sorry…for crying…I,” Veronica spoke, her voice not coming out as anything more than a broken whisper. 

 

Veronica watched as Heather’s eyes narrowed, “Don’t apologize; tell us why you’re crying.” Veronica could hear the softness in Heather’s voice, and something inside her broke. She didn’t even hesitate to respond; all she wanted was the comfort of her alphas. 

 

“My friends, they hate me now… except Betty. Martha wouldn’t even talk to me.” Veronica spoke, tears still sliding down her face, and once again found herself wishing that her symptoms were less manageable so she could distract herself with pain. Heather seemed to be seething at these words, and Veronica half expected her to go take it out on somebody, a nerd, probably. 

 

But instead, Heather fell quiet, and Veronica was confused. Until Duke spoke up, and she took Veronica’s hand. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up, Ronnie,” Duke spoke, and Veronica paused at this. She was still crying, so she supposed Duke was talking about her face. 

 

“What about homeroom?” Veronica spoke, her voice still weak, as she tried to force herself to stop crying. Stop crying, Veronica, you’re being an idiot. 

 

“That’s not important right now,” Heather finally spoke, though she still seemed to be seething. Veronica didn’t think she had any real room to argue. 

_________

 

“Ronnie, it’s alright, okay. Just try not to worry about anything.” Mac spoke gently, and Veronica found the tone comforting. Duke and Heather were both leaning up against the bathroom stalls, and Heather seemed still to be seething a bit. Duke, however, caught her eye and offered her a smile. Veronica tried her best to stay still as Mac gently dabbed her face with a wet tissue. Presumably to clean her face up a bit since she had been crying. Mac seemed to be finished as she stopped and observed her face before picking up her makeup bag from the sink and pulling out some kind of makeup from inside it. 

 

Veronica didn’t know what it was; she had never really paid attention to makeup. Veronica supposed her expression must have conveyed her confusion as Heather spoke up: “It’s the foundation, Ronnie. Also, Heather, I’m pretty sure your shade will match, but if not, use mine.” 

 

Veronica nodded at Heather’s words. She still didn't know much about makeup, but she’d trust her alphas when it came to it. “Right, let me see your hand, Ronnie,” Mac instructed, and Veronica nodded before holding her hand out. 

 

She watched as Mac poured a little foundation on a sponge and dabbed it against her hand. Veronica still didn’t quite understand what was happening, but she saw Mac smile, so she supposed everything was good. “Alright, Ronnie, I’m going to start applying makeup to your face now. So try to stay still, alright.” 

 

Veronica nodded her head at Mac’s words, even though she was a bit nervous. Veronica thought it felt a bit weird, to be honest, as Mac very gently applied the foundation. Okay, maybe not weird, but it was definitely not a feeling she was used to. Thinking Veronica actually kind of liked it. 

 

It took a moment to realize that Mac had stopped applying foundation to her face and was instead studying it. Veronica was confused again. “Heather, I need another opinion. Does Ronnie need concealer around her eyes?” 

 

“Yes, it’s still a bit red,” Duke said matter-of-factly, and suddenly, Veronica realized that her crying had caused them a bit of trouble. “Also, Ronnie, don’t start feeling bad. We wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t want to,” Duke added, and Veronica realized that her emotions must have shown on her face again. 

 

“Heather is right. Anyway, you’re our omega. What kind of alphas would we be if we didn’t take care of you?” Mac spoke, and she did have a point. Veronica supposed she should just relax. 

_________

Veronica stared at herself in the mirror. She looked, wow. Was this her? Was she actually rather pretty? The makeup was the same heavy style that her alphas wore, and it was a bit surreal seeing it. Similar to her alphas, the color of her eyeshadow and lipstick matched her clothes, which, in this case, was blue. 

 

Veronica couldn’t believe it. Was this really her? A small smile formed on her face, and she was happy, really. Despite the fact that she was looking in a mirror, she was caught off guard when Heather slowly wrapped her arms around her neck. “You’re happy, aren’t you, Ronnie? We can smell it, you know.” Heather spoke, her voice soft, and Heather seemed to have calmed down. Now that she had cheered up. 

 

Veronica blushed at Heather’s, not even realizing her scent had been giving away so much of her emotions. “Yeah, I feel a lot better now, thank you,” Veronica said, and she noticed through Heather’s reflection in the mirror she was smiling. 

 

“Good. Now, I don’t want you to worry about anything else today. All right?” Heather spoke softly and low, and Veronica watched as Heather removed her arms from around her neck. 

 

Veronica nodded and did her best to suppress her shudder when Heather laid a kiss on her scent gland. Looking through the mirror, she noticed the smirks on her other alphas’ faces and the simmering anger buried within their eyes, just like Heather. Veronica wondered why she hadn’t noticed before. “ Veronica , do you hear me?” Heather spoke again, and she turned her head to look at Heather. Looking at Heather Veronica quickly realized that she hadn’t calmed down at all. Veronica saw a simmering anger buried in her eyes. Oh, they had been prioritizing her distress over their anger. Oh.  

 

“I’ll try,” Veronica spoke, and she saw Heather's features soften.

_________

Veronica did not miss the looks she got from her peers in her different classes. Hell, even the teachers were acting differently toward her. Veronica wasn’t surprised; why should she be? She had very publicly picked a fight with Kurt and Ram upon losing control of her instincts. Then, after receiving two injuries from them, it was revealed very publicly that the Heathers, of all people, were her mates. So, it really was no wonder that she was being treated differently. It was fine, she supposed. It’s what she got for trying to keep a secret, she supposed. Yet, she didn’t really believe that she was just telling herself that. Veronica walked beside Heather as they headed to the English class, which they shared. Heather had been waiting for her outside the classroom of her last period. 

Veronica was fine. At least she told herself that. 

 

She wasn’t, though; she was just lying to herself. Veronica found she was actively trying to suppress her urge to cling to Heather. Veronica was upset. Her friends hated her, and the teachers treated her with kid gloves. She wanted to seek comfort in her alpha. But they were in school, and she didn’t want to embarrass Heather. She didn’t want her friends to see her cling to Heather and hate her more. At least Betty didn’t hate her. 

 

“Veronica,” Heather spoke, and Veronica slowly turned to look at her, feeling a bit anxious, wondering what she was going to say. 

 

“I think it’ll be a good idea if we sit on the cushions in the back of the hippie’s classroom,” Heather spoke, and it didn’t really sound like she was leaving room for any arguments. 

 

“Heather, I’m fine, you know…I was actually…” Veronica started to trail off, and she watched Heather raise an eyebrow. 

 

“Ronnie, I don’t want you talking to those nerd friends of yours. They abandoned you.” Heather spoke curtly, and Veronica didn’t miss the raw, unbridled anger in Heather’s eyes. Veronica wondered if she should even say anything. She knew how angry Heather was right now, but she couldn’t say anything. These were her friends. The keyword, 

 

“Heather…they didn’t abandon me. They are probably feeling very betrayed.” Veronica finally spoke, and Heather looked at her eyes softening, 

 

“Let’s just get to class,” Heather said, and Veronica felt she did not agree with her opinion. 

_________

Veronica couldn’t help but stare at Martha during English. Veronica knew she should have been paying attention or at least attempting to take notes. But she couldn’t not stare; it was so strange not to be sitting with Martha. They had always sat together in the classes they shared throughout high school. But they weren’t. Martha had even avoided her eyes when she walked into the classroom. She hadn’t talked to each other all day; maybe they really weren’t friends anymore. “Veronica, as a mated omega, could you tell us about your experiences?” Mrs. Fleming asked, getting Veronica’s attention. 

 

Ugh, this was English class. Why did she need to give her experiences? Veronica opened her mouth to speak, but Heather spoke before she could: “Mrs. Fleming, Veronica has to do no such thing. That isn’t even a topic relevant to English, which is what this is an English class .” 

 

Great. Everyone was staring now, even Martha, who looked so uncomfortable. She would have been fine answering the question. “ And if you have a problem with that, Mrs. Fleming, you can take it up with my parents, who run the school board,” Heather spoke, her words clearly threatening. 

 

Mrs. Fleming didn’t say anything else to her. 

_________

 

 

Veronica didn’t think her small comment about being hungry would cause Heather, Duke, and Mac to agree to stop at a 7/11 unanimously. She stood inside the store, eyeing the different types of snacks and candies, unsure what she actually wanted. 

 

“Greetings and salutations!” A voice came from behind her, and Veronica stiffened and turned to see a tall boy with a skinny build and a black trench coat. “If you’re looking for something. May I suggest a Slurpee? It’s the signature dish of the house!”

 

Veronica raised an eyebrow. “I actually prefer Big Gulps, Mr. No Name Kid.” The boy laughed; he looked horribly amused, which annoyed Veronica because she didn’t know what was so funny. 

 

“The names Jason Dean, JD, for short, and getting a Big Gulp is like getting a side salad at Mickey D’s. I’ll buy you one Cherry or Lime?” The boy, JD, spoke, and Veronica rolled her eyes. She was not exactly a fan of his attitude; it was like he thought he was better than her. 

 

“Veronica? Have you picked something out yet?” Veronica heard Duke’s voice and saw her alpha standing behind her. Of course, before she could respond, the boy spoke again because, of course, he did. 

 

“Veronica? So you must be the infamous Veronica Sawyer everyone has been talking about then.” 

 

Veronica blinked, confused, “I’m sorry, what?” 

 

“It’s just that everyone at Westerberg has been talking about the nerd who became the Heathers omega. It’s a general consensus among the student body that you’re a bit of a gold digger.” JD said with a smirk, and Veronica stiffened. Did her peers really think that about her? Veronica felt her stomach twist in knots at the very thought. Why would they think of her that way? They knew her; they should’ve known that she would never. She had just fallen in love; was it so wrong to do that?

Anyway, as an omega, she only had till eighteen to find a mate; it was a law. An unfair and unjust law set for both alphas and omegas. So, shouldn’t it be a good thing that she had been able to find mates that she loved and loved her instead of being forced to mate with a stranger? Veronica needed to calm down. Veronica was sure Duke had placed her hands on her shoulders, and it was calming until she caught wind of Duke’s scent. Her alpha’s normal scent of Jasmine, which was normally simultaneously sweet, fruity, and a bit musky, smelt burnt. She was angry.

Veronica didn’t want this to happen, not after the day she had at school. Why was this happening? Veronica vaguely heard the sound of heels clicking on the tile, closer and closer until they stopped. Veronica didn’t feel like she was aware of too much; god, why did all her instinctual behaviors become so prominent with her injuries? Veronica just wanted it all to stop; all this; why couldn’t things go back to the way they were before? A small whimper left Veronica’s mouth, and she just wanted comfort. She wanted her alphas; she wanted them to comfort her. She didn’t want this; she didn’t. Can’t things be normal? 

 

Veronica took a step backward, not realizing she had till she collided with someone; Veronica stiffened because now someone was going to get mad at her for running into someone. Veronica waited for whoever she had run into to yell at her until she caught their scent. It was the scent of wine, and Veronica relaxed, realizing who it was. “Heather…” Veronica whispered and instinctually turned her body so she could bury her face into the crook of Heather’s neck. Veronica breathed in Heather’s scent, if just to calm herself down. 

 

“Ronnie, let’s go to the car, okay?” Heather spoke in a soft tone, one that Veronica, just a year before, would never imagine the Demon Queen of Westerberg would use, much less directed at her. 

 

“Okay…” 

_________ 

Veronica sat on the side of her bed, wrapped in blankets that her alphas had taken the time to scent for her. So, she was both warm and surrounded by the scents of her alphas. Not to mention, they were actually in the room with her, and that fact alone made Veronica feel so much better. Veronica was leaning very much on Mac, who was sitting on her bed next to her. “Alright, Ronnie, we have to go now,” Mac spoke her voice softly, and Veronica slowly sat up and made a pathetic sound of protest.

“We’ll come see you after school tomorrow.” Heather spoke, and Veronica gave her a look of confusion, “You’re not going back until we’re sure there will be no repeats of today. Oh, and your parents agreed to this.” 

 

Normally, Veronica might have protested and asked what the three of them were planning that they didn’t want her there to witness it, but Veronica, right now, was too mentally drained for that. “Okay…I love you.” Veronica spoke, her tone soft, weak, and pathetic. 

 

“ We love you too, Ronnie ,” Heather whispered as she, Duke, and Mac exited her bedroom, her door shutting with a gentle click. 

 

Veronica could only hope things would return to normal soon. 

 

Chapter 2: "You're Beautiful"

Notes:

So I lied; this is not completely from the Heathers' perspective, but it's in there

 

As always, Heather Chandler sat at her vanity, meticulously applying her eyeshadow with a makeup brush; the eyeshadow was red, of course, as it always was and always would be. To her siblings, today was no different from any other day. Maybe to her parents as well, but it wasn't because she'd make sure they'd pay today. Any goddam one of her peers who thought it was okay to spread shit about Veronica. Heather's grip tightened on her makeup brush very briefly before she forced herself to take a deep breath. She was doing her makeup now, and she couldn't afford to mess it up. It wouldn't look on her at school, and today was not a day she could even consider that. Heather sighed as she placed the makeup brush down and snapped the eyeshadow pallet shut.

Heather quietly observed herself in the vanity mirror and determined that her makeup was up to standard. A knock on her bedroom door came, stopping her before she stood up from the vanity. Heather sighed; it was probably one of her siblings or something. "Yes?" Heather spoke, not even bothering to look at the door, favoring to grab her car keys and stand up. Heather heard the door, "Heather, may we talk a moment?" Heather was surprised momentarily to hear her mother's voice in favor of one of her younger siblings. 

 

Heather turned to look at her mother, a woman whose strawberry blonde was still pristine in color, and her mother dyed it frequently. Heather got a lot of her looks from her mother except for her eyes; her mother has brown eyes, and Heather has blue, like her father. "Yes, what is it, Mom," Heather spoke, keeping her reply curt, mainly because she really wanted to get to school early. 

 

"Heather, your grandparents are visiting over Christmas…" Her mother started, and Heather rolled her eyes. It was the beginning of October; wasn't it a bit early to talk about this? "Your father and I would appreciate it if you would invite Veronica, as you know how they are…" Heather's hands twitched a bit at the mention of her omega. Heather sighed, 

 

"I'll see about asking, but I'm sure Veronica would rather spend that time with her family. Anyway, I'm sure how well they would handle that, and I'm not keen on subjecting Veronica to that." Heather spoke, as it was true while her parents were still closed-minded, and they definitely had felt a twinge of disappointment that Veronica was, well, a girl. At least they tried to be warm and welcoming to her. Currently, her mom is quite fond of Veronica and tries to teach her more about her dynamic, which Veronica has never learned much about, with both her parents being betas. 

 

 Her grandparents were a whole different problem. She wasn't going to subject Veronica to them. Heather watched as her mom looked away from her gaze. Heather knew her mom had been very much a victim of her parents' cruelty. "I'll ask Veronica if she wants to come over sometime soon. I know you like her." Heather watched her mother smile, and she was glad for that. "You know you don't have to let them over for Christmas, though," Heather suggested, even if she knew her mother would never agree. 

 

"You know I can't do that." 

_________

Before, Heather Duke would have never been so angry about a reputation that wasn't hers or her other two Heathers. But now Veronica was in the picture, and Heather had rarely ever been this angry before. The last time was last month when Veronica ended up with a concussion and broken nose, something that she hadn't forgiven Kurt and Ram for. Maybe they didn't know, but they had still hurt her omega. 

 

Heather leaned up against the locker beside Mac, who also seemed to be angry. Maybe that was a good thing about sharing an omega; they could all protect her. Yet it hadn't been enough. 

Heather tapped her foot impatiently as they both waited for Candy. Ugh, what was taking her so long? As if on cue, the sound of heels came down the hall, and Heather looked to see Candy in her signature red. "You're late." She spoke flatly, a response that probably wasn't helped by her anger seeping in. 

 

"Sorry, my mother wanted to talk with me." Candy simply responded, and Heather felt a bit guilty for snapping after hearing that. Candy and her mom never had the best relationship. It had improved a lot, but still her mom was very much still stuck in her ways. Sure, she could get annoyed with Candy a large percentage of the time because she could often be an asshole to her, but she didn't want her to feel bad for something that wasn't even her fault. It said something in itself that Candy even apologized. 

 

"You okay?" Heather found herself asking her concern, overpowering her anger for a mere second. 

 

"Yeah, don't even worry about me." Candy spoke, and Heather knew she was right; they needed to get their asses in gear. They needed to stop whoever was spreading those rumors about Veronica. 

 

"So, Courtney?" Mac finally spoke up, and Heather watched as Candy's lips curved up into a smile. 

 

"My thoughts exactly." She sighed at Candy's words, glad to get this over with, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could bottle up her rage. 

_________

Veronica sat up in her bed and glared at the red numbers displayed on her alarm clock, which read the current time seven fifty-five am. Veronica had half a mind to get up, get dressed, and try to sneak past her very awake mother and father to go to school. Veronica sighed; why didn't she argue back last night when her alphas had made this decision for her? She knew if she had protested, she would have gotten them to relent. In all honesty, Veronica didn't actually mind most of the time when they made decisions for her. This, however, was one of the times she disagreed. As Veronica actually really enjoyed school, and she didn't like not being able to go. 

 

Sure, her friends were ostracizing her, and Martha probably hated her. Just the thought made Veronica panicky and upset. Okay, maybe there was a good reason for her not attending school today. Damm, her instincts screwed with her emotions like that. Of course, she was actually upset; it was just her instincts that made it so so much worse. Veronica heard the sound of her bedroom door creaking open, and she looked up to see her mom peeking her head into the room. "Veronica, are you feeling okay? Due to all…" Her mom spoke, looking at her before trailing off. Veronica didn't even need to guess what her mom was referring to.

 

 She already knew. Her entire family was full of betas. Nobody knew how to handle the child that was an omega. So much so that they had put her on suppressants shortly after she presented. Didn't take her to a doctor or anything. Veronica didn't know if she should resent her parents for that. She probably should, as they had set her up on the path that would end up forcibly being selected to mate with a complete stranger when she turned eighteen if she hadn't accidentally formally met her alphas over the summer. "Yeah, I'm fine, mom." 

 

The words all too easily slipped out of her mouth, but she wasn't fine. She knew that. Her parents just wouldn't get it, though; they never would. Her parents loved her for sure, but they were beta's and stuck in their ways. They were the same parents who put her on heat suppressants at fifteen, and the parents objected to her alphas staying with her at the doctor when she sustained her injuries. They loved her. It's just that ever since she presented it, it has been like an invisible wall has appeared between them. Separating them, they didn't understand her anymore. They tried, of course, of course. Of course, they did. Why wouldn't they? She was their daughter, after all. 

 

It's mom didn't spend much time with her anymore, neither did dad. Veronica was sure they had only agreed to her alphas' idea to keep her home because they didn't understand. 

 

Veronica wondered if they ever would. "Well, I've made breakfast. Why don't you come down and eat then?" 

 

Veronica smiled, sure her parents didn't understand, but Veronica didn't want to talk about it or acknowledge it. Why bring up the elephant in the room when she didn't need to? "Alright, I will, Mom." 

 

Veronica climbed out of her bed and mused to herself, wondering if she should tell her alphas about this. No, no, she shouldn't. They wouldn't understand. They'd only get angry. Her parents loved her, she knew. They just never understood. Veronica slowly opened her drawer and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from inside. 

 

She shouldn't, but she needed this right now. 

 

_________

 

Betty was mildly concerned; okay, that was a lie, she was very concerned. It seemed like the Heathers were on a warpath, and she had only glanced at them. Plus, Betty hadn't seen Veronica anywhere. So yeah, to say she was concerned was an understatement. Betty looked down at her tray of food, maybe a bit in disgust, and picked it hesitantly with her fork. She didn't exactly have an appetite right now. Maybe it was the dread building in her stomach because she knew something was going to happen; she just knew. It was the only explanation. Also, things had already been happening, at least according to the rumors. So it really wasn't hard to guess the obvious. Sure, maybe the things that had been happening had been rather small and insignificant, but still. It was the Heathers, after all. 

 

Betty didn't mean offense to Veronica when she said. But that does not mean the Heathers weren't absolute bitches, and Veronica had strange tastes. "Hey, Bets." A voice, probably Martha, spoke, forcing Betty out of her thoughts just to see the girl sit down. Betty suppressed a sigh while she did love Martha, really. Not like the other girl knew that, though. But anyway, Martha was kind of part of the problem. 

 

Yeah, okay, maybe Martha had a bit of a right to feel betrayed when she found out that Veronica had mated with the Heathers, but maybe not so much after Veronica had kicked Kurt Kelly in the balls and taken a punch to the nose, and four more punches to head ending up with a broken nose, and a serious concussion from what her parents told her. The point was that it had happened because she was defending Martha. So, could Betty be blamed for thinking Martha was maybe a bit unreasonable? 

 

Betty eyed the Heathers from where they sat at their table, and she sighed. "Martha, you really need to get over this." 

 

Better not skirt around the issue anymore and just bite the bullet, right? 

_________

Heather McNamara sat in her science class and suppressed her urge to tap her foot impatiently on the floor. God, this class was so boring, and it was her last class, so she desperately needed it to be over so she could teach Courtney and her stupid country hicks a lesson for spreading rumors about Veronica. Just the very thought of that made Heather angry enough to bash her teeth in, which was something she actually could do, but normally, Heather preferred to watch these sorts of things, manipulate things from behind the curtains, and then watch the events play out. But she didn't think she wanted to do that this time. "Um, excuse me, McNarama?" Heather stiffened as a voice behind her, and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes because it was probably some stupid nerd, and she didn't want to deal with a stupid nerd right now. 

 

Heather turned after a moment, not really expecting to be greeted by the face of Betty Finn. Betty Finn, geeky and nerdy, an easy target. But she was also Veronica's friend. The only friend of Veronica's that still spoke to her. So, despite how easy of a target she was, Heather would not touch her. She knew Duke and Candy wouldn't either. But that didn't mean she actually wanted to interact with her. 

 

The only nerds she would interact with were Duke and Veronica. Duke wouldn't say it out loud, but she was a bit of a nerd. Meanwhile, Veronica was very much a nerd, and everybody knew it. But she was very sassy and definitely got maybe a bit too much joy in intentionally pissing people off. Well, Heather supposed it didn't help that they definitely purposely played into it. But anyway, the point was they were hers. 

Hers

The point is she wouldn't be caught dead with Betty Finn, who was nerdy and geeky and not in the cute way Veronica was. Nor would she ever have the courage to snap or sass back at anyone like Veronica did. The point was she was a total pillowcase. The only thing that she had going for her was that she was a loyal friend to Veronica. Oh, Heather supposed her looks weren't half bad if she was being generous.

 

Heather glared at Betty Finn, waiting for the girl to speak. It had been a few minutes, and she hadn't said anything. Heather turned back around in a huff. God, that nerd just wasted her time. "Uh, is Veronica okay?" Heather heard her speak, and she glanced at her from behind. 

 

"She's doing as well as she can right now. We just didn't think it was a good idea for her to come today." Heather replied, looking away from Finn. 

 

"Oh, I see." 

_________

Heather had never been one for blood on her hands; though her signature color was red, she never really liked the shade of red blood. She had never wanted to see blood on her hands. She didn't want to be like them, especially what they did to her mother. But now she couldn't care less as she glared at Courtney, a fire in her eyes. 

 

" Say that again, " Heather spoke very clearly and seethingly. 

 

"I said, Heather , you're little omega is nothing but a little wh—" Courtney didn't get to finish her sentence; a sickening crack was heard as Heather's hand collided with Courtney's face. Blood, dark red, dripped from Courtney's nose, staining her hand. 

 

"Let me make myself clear if you say anything or go near Veronica again. You'll have much worse things to worry about than your nose." Heather spoke, her voice icy and cold. Watching intently as Courtney crumpled to the ground. "Come on, let's go," Heather spoke to Duke and Mac this time. 

 

Heather knew they wanted to do more to her, but they couldn't, not now, at least. Heather turned, walking away at a brisk pace and trying too hard not to look at her hands. Heather's eyes widened when she felt another hand wrap around her own, giving it a small squeeze. "Hey, you okay?" Duke spoke, and Heather looked at her, her jaw clenching a bit. 

 

"I'm fine, and even if I'm not, it's worth it," Heather spoke in a soft voice, and she meant it she really did. Heather knew she was a bitch with very few things she cared about, but her girls were one of those things. If anyone messed with them, there would be hell to pay. 

 

"You should've let me bash her teeth in." Mac suddenly spoke, and Heather laughed, 

 

"I wish, but we should get going. Veronica's probably waiting." 

 

Yeah, Heather didn't think she was like them, her grandparents; yeah, she was bitch, but she was different. She hoped, at least.

Anyway, she had more important things to focus on, like her girls, especially the incredibly sassy brunette, who had no fashion taste. 

 

 

Notes:

Quickly sweeps Heather and Veronica's apparent familial issues under the rug

 

Oh, that? That's nothing, so don't worry about that. I'm definitely not going to use that to pull the rug out from under you later. Oh, look, more headcanons!

 

Duke tries to hide her Bulimia from everyone, especially Veronica.

 

Veronica has gotten both Chandler and McNarama to read several "nerdy" books.

 

Veronica definitely gushes about things she likes.

 

Veronica actively tries to hide her smoking from the Heathers.

 

Veronica picked up smoking after she had been placed on suppressants at 15.

 

Chandler has two younger siblings. They are twins.

 

McNamara is a cat and dog person.

Notes:

The next chapter will be entirely from the Heathers' perspective. One because it works narratively, and two I needed to rip the band aid off and learn to write their characters properly.

Since this is an Omegaverse series, I'll throw in some random ass headcanons for this AU.

Veronica wasn't the happiest about presenting as an Omega, and her parents didn't know how to handle it because they were both Betas. But ever since mating with the Heathers, she's grown to like being one.

The Heathers spoil Veronica rotten but are also, at the same time, the most possessive alphas in existence.

Veronica has a sensitive nose, and sometimes, too many scents overwhelm her. Having three alphas was a learning curve.

Betty is a mom friend.

Ram and Kurt are both alphas but gay for each other.

Duke's inferiority complex sometimes ends up in her overcompensating to make Veronica happy.

Mac is the nicest of the Heathers but still a bitch like the other too; sometimes, she isn't treated like an alpha which pisses her off. Especially when people pretend she isn't an alpha.

Chandler is sometimes horrible at emotions and gets mad at Mac, Duke, and Veronica. Then, she tries to make it up to them with gifts (bribes).

During a movie night, Veronica once made the Heathers watch The Princess Bride; they thought it was sappy and weren't fans.

Upon officially meeting the Heathers over the summer, Veronica ranted in her diary about how stupid it was that they were so pretty and smelled so nice.

Speaking of Heather’s parents, all we know about them is that they are rich. I just feel like there would be those types of parents on the school board.

I’d also like to mention as it’s the late 80s and Ohio, yeah, Homophobia is still very much a thing. I just have it, so it’s more acceptable in Alpha/Omega relationships, but not by much. Poly relationships are less so.

The only reason the Heathers (Veronica probably will at some point) don’t get shit for it is their rich parents.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Ours