You've convinced me, this is now my favorite crack ship.
*throws a short story about them at you*
"Heeeyyy, Ronnie, right?" The drunken words slipped out of Tracy before she could stop them. She knew she really shouldn't be talking to the newest member of the Heathers, they could destroy her social standing faster than she could get high, but fuck it, she has nothing better to lose.
"Oh! Yeah, Veronica actually." The girl dressed in blue said nervously, she hands fidgeting with with her short skirt (That Tracy was not looking at a little too long, fuck you).
Tracy smiled at the adorable reaction, a slander hand tracing circles on Veronica's soft cheeks. Veronica seemed to be at a loss of words as she looked away, blushing uncontrollably at the simple action.
Tracy felt something overtake her (probably the unholy amount of… substances that she had during the night) and took off her sunglasses.
The lights immediately hit her face, making her eyes feel a light burn, but the pain was numbed at Veronica's look of awe at her heterochromic eyes.
She tilted her head as Veronica looked away for a second just to be left agasp when Veronica turned back to her, her hands holding what seemed like worn out contacts, looking at her with blue and brown eyes.
A pretty contrast to her own. "You have heterochromia too? I never noticed." Tracy could have slapped herself, really? 'Never noticed' of course she didn't notice! Veronica had contacts to hide them for fuck's sake!
Veronica, though, didn't seem to take offense to the idiotic remark, instead turning even more red. "Yeah, I never really liked my eye color." She replied, turning away, before Tracy's hand tilted her head to look at her, their eyes looking into each other's.
"I think it's pretty." Tracy said, voice low and gravely, her finger tracing over Veronica's lip.
Suddenly she felt the soft skin being ripped away from her hands. "Come on, Veronica! We have better people to talk to." Heather Chandler yelled at the poor girl as she glared daggers at Tracy.
Tracy glared back, a sneer now adorning her face. "Sorry Heather." Veronica apologized, her head facing down.
Tracy could swear she saw the lightest hint of genuine regret in Chandler's face before it evaporated, leaving her resting bitch face on.
"I swear to God Sawyer, get it together, now let's motor." The taller girl said, her frown deepening as she saw Veronica wave Tracy a goodbye.
Tracy waved back, her eyes catching a glance into Veronica's, before turning to face Chandler's.
They glared for a second, Chandler scoffed, before grabbing Tracy by the neck. "How about you go somewhere else? We wouldn't want your reputation tomorrow to be buried underground, right?" Chandler put on a condescending tone, her eyes twitching in clear disdain.
"Right." Tracy responded through gritted teeth. They looked at each other one more time before Chandler walked away.
Tracy glared daggers at the back of her head. Oh, it is on.
