It took me a long time to finish this. I'm sorry! College and my mental illness have kept me distracted. I literally just pulled this from my ass so sorry if it's horrible! Anyway, here is chapter 2!

"Who the fuck is this, Veronica?" Heather Chandler asked as she made her way beside her. The other two Heathers made their way as well and stood behind them, all three frowned at the boy standing in front of them.

"Oh, th-"

"The name's J.D., Veronica's best friend in the whole world." He interrupted Veronica as he stuck out his hand, expecting Chandler to actually shake it, and flashed his teeth hoping that would charm her. Instead, she sneered and crossed her arms across her chest, the girl's behind them snickered quietly. Veronica just stood there staring at him with wide eyes. She doesn't even consider them friends at the moment, so the fact that he said that absolutely astonished her. J.D. shrugged when Chandler didn't take his hand and just slipped it back into one of the pockets on his trench coat.

"We're not best friends." She heard herself say. Anger started to boil within her, he left her alone all these years and he had the audacity to still call them best friends? She thought not! This time he was the one standing there with wide eyes. He didn't think that she would flat out reject him, he thought she would be happy to be in his presence again. Oh, how wrong was he.

"Oh, is this a lover's quarrel?" Heather Duke teased. Her green eyes sparkled at the obvious discomfort that Veronica was in.

"Damn, Veronica, how come you didn't tell us you had your own boy toy." Chandler added on. McNamara didn't say anything, instead she giggled at what the other two Heathers said.

"We weren't lovers." Veronica rolled her eyes. Duke wasn't a bad person, she was just a person who liked to start unneeded drama. Usually, it gave Veronica joy, but at the moment it annoyed her like no other.

"We could've been, you never know." J.D. piped in keeping his eyes on Veronica and gave nothing else his attention. His light brown eyes always fascinated her, there was a time where she wanted to do nothing but stare at them for hours, now they were foreign to her. She didn't know who this person was anymore.

"No, you never had chance, nor will you ever." The bottle inside her was open and she didn't have enough control to close it. "In fact, why don't you just go and ignore me like you've done all these years. I can't even look you in the face without being totally disgusted." Her voice got louder with every word. Soon, they had a small crowd around them, wondering what the fuck was going on with Veronica Sawyer. The girl who seemed so positive and happy just last week, was now yelling at some new kid in the school cafeteria.

J.D.'s face stayed neutral, he didn't dare let his emotions betray him now. "Fine, if that's what you want." He forced a smile on his face and bowed before the four girls, then, without another word, he turned around and left the cafeteria. Veronica's legs were trembling as she watched him go. She didn't mean to be that harsh, but then again she meant every word that she said.

"Holy shit, Veronica actually can be mean." Chandler laughed and slung a slender arm around her shoulder. Duke and McNamara came behind her, but didn't dare touch her like their fearless leader did. "I was starting to get scared that you didn't belong with us, but that just proved you did. Ten bucks that he goes and tries to hang himself or something after being rejected like that." Veronica barely paid her any attention, she was too wrapped up in her own mind.

"Isn't that going too far, Heather?" McNamara chimed up for the first time in the entire conversation. The leader of the group rolled her eyes and ignored her friend. Instead, she just looked at everything in the cafeteria. The small group around them had dispersed right after J.D. walked out, and returned back to their normal lunch routine. Kurt and Ram were on the other side mending to their hurt pride with a bunch of ice packs and by bullying some unsuspecting freshmen.

"I'm going to be sick." Veronica wrapped one of her arms around her stomach. It felt like something was trying to claw its way out of her. She started to sweat and shake ever more than before, McNamara noticed and quickly caught her arm to keep her from crashing to the floor. Chandler would've removed her arm from Veronica's shoulders, but she felt so sorry for the girl that she kept it in place. Maybe no one would notice this small act of goodness.

"Let's take you to the nurse's office." Heather McNamara softly said and started to help walk the girl out of the cafeteria. Veronica wanted to ask for Martha to take her instead, but her best friend had second hour lunch. Betty Finn, another friend of hers, popped into her mind, but the girl also had second hour with Martha.

"Okay." Veronica gave in and tried her best to walk. Heather Chandler couldn't dish out too much niceness, so she removed her arm before they exited and walked ahead of them. Duke ended up replacing her as she grabbed Veronica's arm and gave an exaggerated eye roll. Slowly, they made their way to nurse's office.

"Thank you, girls." The nurse said as she closed the door on the Heathers. Veronica sat on the only bed in the room. The bed was small covered in white sheets that smelled of lavender laundry detergent. In her hand was a half full cup of water that she took a drink of occasionally. The nurse stood opposite of her filling a cup for herself from the sink.

"Rough day, huh?" She commented after her drink was filled to the brim. Veronica didn't feel like talking so she just nodded her head. The nurse understood quickly that she wanted to be left alone, so she quietly disappeared through a door that connected the room to the one next door. Veronica didn't know what was in the other room and didn't really care enough to check. She just kept her eyes on the floor and took sips from her cup. She felt somewhat better, but the regret of what she said started to sink in.

"Fuck!" Someone cursed outside the door as they stood in the hallway. Veronica didn't move an inch. Slowly the door opened, creaking a bit as it did. Veronica finally looked at it, only to see J.D. pop his head in and stare at her with wide eyes. He quickly went inside the office and shut the door pretty loudly.

"What was that?" The nurse said as she re-entered the room.

"Oh, I just need some band aids, but I can come back later." J.D. pulled down his left sleeve over his hand in an attempt to hide it. The nurse quickly grabbed his arm and rolled back his sleeve. She gasped as she saw that his knuckles were busted and covered in smeared blood.

"What happened?!"

"I accidentally punched a wall." J.D. shrugged his shoulders. Veronica felt something inside of her break, guilt hit her like a brick making her hands shake. The water in the cup started to slosh from her shaking, she tried to stop but it wasn't something she could control.

"I'll get some gauze, sit across from Miss Sawyer." The nurse pointed to an open seat in front of Veronica and disappeared into the next room. J.D. awkwardly shuffled his way to the seat, keeping his eyes on the floor.

They both sat there quietly, the tension building up as they both tried their best to not look at each other. The only noise that could be heard was from the other room as the nurse shuffled through stuff to find what she needed.

"Did you mean it?" J.D. asked with his eyes still on the floor. Veronica looked up at him, her mouth slightly opened as she tried to figure out what she should say.

"I don't think so." She finally mustered out. While she did mean some of it, she didn't mean that she was disgusted to look at him. In fact, Jason Dean was hard to not look at. His tanned skin, dark curly hair, and freckles easily caught her eye. He turned into a beautiful young man.

"Then why say it?" He questioned again, his eyes slowly lifted their gaze to meet hers. He had his eyebrows furrowed as if in deep thought.

"I don't know. I was kind of put on the spot back there." Veronica rubbed her neck in discomfort. She wished the Heathers would've stayed so they could talk to him instead of her. J.D. didn't say anything in return, he just slumped his shoulders and went back to looking at the floor.

"Okay, I got everything." The nurse smiled as she came back into the room with a basket of supplies in it. She began to clean his cuts and wrap everything up. It didn't take long before his knuckle was covered in white gauze.

"Thanks." He gave her a small smile and rubbed the wrist of his hurt hand.

"No problem, kiddo, just don't go punching anymore walls. You're free to go, and so are you, Miss Sawyer, just keep water on you all day today." With that she cleaned up the small mess she made and walked back into the other room. Just as she left the last period bell rang. Both teens stood up and walked out of the room without saying anything to each other.

Veronica took a left as she exited, and gulped when she noticed that J.D. also took a left. Students started to file into the hallway making their way to their last class of the day.

"Well, I got to motor." Veronica said. J.D. didn't even look at her but a small smile made its way to his lips.

"Motor? What kind of term is that?"

"A cool kid term. Everyone here says it."

"I've been here one day and you're the first person I've heard use such a ridiculous term. Motors are supposed to be for cars, not slang." He chuckled. Veronica stared at him, the way his freckled nose wrinkled as he laughed was the same as it did when they were kids.

"I think it's a perfectly good term." She disagreed, quickly looking ahead so she wouldn't run into anyone. At this pace she was going to be late to her last class.

"Whatever floats your boat. Well, Veronica, this is where I say goodbye." He announced as they came to the door for psychology. She had American history a few doors down. He bowed his head as a goodbye and slipped into the classroom before she could say anything.

She quickly made her way to her class, entering just as the bell rang. Sliding into her seat, she realized that she didn't have her textbooks. She groaned, they were in her locker still! She let her head hit the desk, today was such a shit day for her.