Jaide Durlan. J.D for short. A 4'7" 17 year old girl with black hair and green eyes. She wore long coats and flannels. She smoked and she never fucking smiled and she drank slurpees like they were a godamn drug. And, godammit, she's fucking BEAUTIFUL. But she's too much like HIM. Can I get through another new kid in a trench coat? *This is a fanfiction taking place AFTER Heathers: The Musical. This is told from the perspective of Veronica.* *I'm going to have French at the end of every chapter as a reminder Veronica took French in the movie*