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“Grow up Heather, bulimia's so '87!”
She needs to get a grip! What a fucking mess.
Heather Chandler stood outside of the bathroom stall, hands on her hips as she watched Heather Duke puke her guts out. Heather Macnamera was at her side, giving Heather D. a concerned look.
“Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather,” Heather M. suggested, taking a step closer to the stall.
Heather C. rolled her eyes as Heather D. turned around from where she kneeled on the floor. “Yeah, Heather. Maybe I should,” she answered, clearing her throat.
A loud sigh escaped Heather Chandler’s throat as she turned around. She took a few steps over to the sink where she left her purse. Just as she reached into her purse to grab a cigarette, a voice called from the bathroom entrance, “Ah, Heather and Heather.”
The sound of Heather D. vomiting came from the stall and Heather wrinkled her face in disgust. She turned her attention to the doorway where Ms. Fleming stood with her arms crossed. She was wearing a dress with a pattern that looked like it belonged on an old lady’s rug accompanied by a sweater that Heather could have sworn she had seen her grandma wear before.
What’s her deal? Did her man of the night flake on her last night and she’s come to take out her anger on us? How pathetic.
“And Heather,” Ms. Fleming added, glancing over at the stall with a disinterested look. “Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting. You're late for class.”
Heather resisted herself from rolling her eyes. Instead, she plastered on her best pitiful, concerned friend's face. “Heather wasn't feeling well. We're helping her,” she explained in a sympathetic tone.
A smug look crossed Ms. Fleming’s face and she shook her head. “Not without a hall pass, you're not,” She sneered, reaching into her pocket and pulling out three yellow slips of paper. “Week's detention.”
“Um, actually, Ms. Fleming, all four of us are out on a hall pass,” A timid voice spoke from behind Ms. Fleming. Heather craned her neck to see who had just backed them up, but she couldn’t see behind Ms. Fleming’s over the top outfit.
Who’s that?
“Yearbook committee,” The girl added hesitantly.
Ms. Fleming stepped aside slightly and Heather was finally able to catch a glimpse of this nobody.
She’s– woah. Who is she?
Heather’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the girl who had come to their aid. She had short dark curls and a slim figure. Her dark eyes shone bright against her pale skin and Heather couldn’t help but admire her symmetrical face.
She’s so pr– Pull yourself together, Heather! She’s a nobody! And anyways, it’s wrong to think about her like that.
“I see you're all listed,” Ms. Fleming grumbled after she examined the piece of paper this girl was holding out to her. “Hurry up and get where you're going.”
Ms. Fleming turned away and marched out of the bathroom past the girl, her heels clicking against the tiles with each step. Once the bathroom door shut, Heather approached the nobody, holding a scowl on her face. Now that Ms. Fleming was out of the way, Heather could see that she was wearing a dark blue peacoat over a long, gray skirt. The girl’s eyes flickered in fear as Heather marched up to her, stopping to snatch the paper from her hands. The paper had all Heather's names listed, accompanied by another that seemed vaguely familiar.
Veronica Sawyer… So that’s her name, huh? Well, I guess she’s in our yearbook class. Now that I think of it, I remember seeing her in the classroom before we left. She needs a new outfit, that’s for sure.
“This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?” Heather Chandler asked, tossing the note behind her where the other Heathers stood.
Veronica looked around quickly before looking back and meeting Heather’s piercing stare. “Uh… Veronica. Sawyer,” She stammered, shuffling her feet awkwardly. “I crave a boon.”
What the hell does that mean?
“What boon?” Heather asked, glaring down at Veronica.
“Um, let me sit at your table at lunch, just once. No talking necessary! If people think that you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone,” Veronica stammered, looking between all the Heathers, her gaze settling on Heather Chandler.
She’s staring at me– cut it out, Heather!
Heather Chandler burst out in a laugh and the other two copied her. She opened her mouth to speak, but Veronica had already started talking. “Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes,” She added, giving the Heathers a pleading look.
Heather opened her mouth to speak, but she got cut off again. “How about prescriptions?” Heather D. asked as she took a step forwards to stand next to Heather C..
A surge of anger rose up in Heather Chandler. “Shut up, Heather!” she shouted, whipping her head around to give Heather D. a sharp glare.
“Sorry, Heather,” Heather D. responded, taking a quick step back.
Heather took another step closer to Veronica so they were only a couple feet apart. Although she had a firm glare on her face, Heather’s stomach felt like it was doing somersaults the longer Veronica stared back at her.
Her face is so symmetrical… Firm jawline, good facial harmony… she smells nice–
“For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure,” Heather commented, jabbing a finger at Veronica’s face, causing her eyes to flicker in surprise.
“And a symmetrical face,” Heather M. added, stepping up next to Heather C. “If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves, that's very important.”
From the corner of her eye, Heather C. saw Heather D. step up next to her as well. “Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds,” Heather D. spat out, giving Veronica a glare.
Heather Chandler felt another flicker of rage and she opened her mouth and nearly started defending Veronica. What the hell are you thinking? You can’t ruin your image, defending a nobody. But she is decent-looking. She could be a good asset to keep around.
Instead of defending Veronica, Heather said, “You know what, Veronica? This could be beautiful. You just need some mascara, maybe some lip gloss, and we're on our way.”
Veronica’s eyes widened in surprise and Heather felt butterflies in her stomach. She could have sworn Veronica’s face turned a little red, but it may have just been the shitty bathroom lighting. “Get this girl some blush and Heather, I need your brush,” Heather ordered, jabbing her finger at Heather D. impatiently.
Heather led the way up to the sink where she left her purse, with the other three girls following close behind. She stepped aside after briefly admitting herself in the mirror and placed her hands on Veronica’s shoulders to guide her in front of the mirror. Heather D. passed her blush pallet off to Heather C. who immediately took it, dabbing the brush into the blush.
“Come on Heather, let’s make her beautiful,” Heather C. ordered, gesturing for the other Heathers to grab some makeup.
“Let’s make her beautiful!” The other Heathers echoed as they drug through Heather Chandler’s purse.
“Okay?” Heather asked Veronica, pausing before she brought the brush to the other girl’s face.
“Okay!” Veronica responded eagerly, smiling back at Heather.
Heather got to work, applying some foundation before going in with the blush. The other Heathers got to work with the eye makeup and blending in the foundation. Finally, Heather Chandler took out her bright red lipstick and applied it gently to Veronica’s soft lips. When they were done, they stepped back to look at their work.
Veronica’s face looked like it was glowing. Her facial features stood out much more, especially her eyes. Heather’s eyes kept getting drawn back to Veronica’s lips. She blinked quickly, trying to clear her head.
“Well Veronica, you don’t look half bad,” Heather complimented, giving her an approving nod. “But you really need to do something about that outfit. Tomorrow, make sure you wear something more stylish.”
“Oh, umm– actually,” Veronica stammered, reaching for her backpack that she left on the floor. “I have another outfit in here. I just– I wasn’t sure about wearing it. I just got it at the mall and I, well– I didn’t want to draw too much attention to myself.”
The Heathers burst out laughing and Heather Chandler gave Veronica an expectant look. “Veronica, don’t keep us waiting! Go change, this outfit better be as good as you say,” Heather ordered, directing Veronica into a stall. A minute later, Veronica emerged from the stall. She was wearing a dark blue blazer, similar to the ones that the Heathers were wearing. She had a plaid blue skirt as well, accompanied by black socks and Mary Janes.
Heather gave her an approving nod. “Honestly, I was expecting worse. Now come on, let’s go catch the last few minutes of yearbook. And Veronica,”
“Yeah…?” Veronica responded hesitantly.
“Make sure you get to lunch on time. I don’t save seats. You don’t want to blow this,” Heather snapped, giving Veronica a small glare before marching out of the bathroom. She could hear clicks of heals on the tiles as the other three girls followed her out of the bathroom.
I need to keep her around. She’s useful, that’s all. She can get us out of class, maybe forge my report card for the semester. And she already does everything I say. I’ll make good use of her.