Shards

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"Just give me the cup, jerk." Leaning forward, Heather snatched the concoction of whateverthefuck away and began to lift the mug to her lips.

"Wait!"

Veronica lunged forward and practically smacked the mug out of Heather's hand. It made contact with the wall and broke apart, splattering something blue all over the wall and carpet.

"What the fuck, Sawyer?"
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Warning: This fic contains period-typical homophobia, implied/referenced sexual assault, underage drinking, y'know... the usual Heathers stuff.
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