❝ You have to have a heart in that chest of yours! You have to learn to give a shit about people eventually! I mean, you don’t even seem to give a shit about the other Heathers and they’re actually your friends. Why is it so hard for you to get that through your head? ❞
❝ Being popular isn’t excuse to be a mythic bitch. Is it really that hard to show a little compassion to people? What, the little guy doesn’t matter enough to you? ❞
It took everything in her power not to shout out even louder. Veronica knew they were staring, after all who wouldn’t find this a sight to see, but still she didn’t care. If embarrassing herself in front of crowds of students was what it took to get it through her mind, then Veronica would gladly do it time and time again.
❝ Is making me popular really helping though? You fucked up because you cared more about appearances over me. That whole party scene happened because you didn’t care enough to get me out of there! ❞
Even though she begged and pleaded for Heather to let her leave, she wanted nothing to do with it. Everything that happened was because Heather cared only about her appearance and never cared if Veronica was happy or felt comfortable with what was happening in the first place.
She wanted at this point to slap Veronica, she didn’t care where, but she wanted to just watch her spiral down to the floor after her plam connected to her face. Nothing in half of those statements go to her, it was what she said in the first one that thoroughly pissed her off. In fact, that couldn’t have been any further from the truth, even if Veronica knew her as well as she thought she did.
Sure, she couldn’t stand Heather Duke, but mostly if not almost everyone in the school knew that by now. She was always stepping out of line and constantly tried to upstage her. She wouldn’t mind it in most cases. But she’d loathe to think what would happen if she let the school in her hands ever-- Especially Heather McNamara. Which was actually the now main fuel of Heather Chandler’s anger.
It certainly was a secret what she did behind closed doors, and most days, she wished it wasn’t that way. But she had always been willing to get out of her house, go pick up her friend, and take her somewhere so they could just escape the everyday bullshit. That friend, Heather McNamara herself. She always went up and out of her way to make sure McNamara was okay and cared for. Anytime she got an alarming text, she would be over as soon as possible to just have a nice feeling session or just watch some really shitty comedy to calm down. She was the only person that she felt like she could let her walls down around-- And was probably the only person that this Heather would care about in this world.
‘ All I’m hearing out of you is white noise, Sawyer. ‘ Heather hissed as her hands clenched tightly-- An example of just how much restraint she was putting in to not trying to knock her down. ‘ You have absolutely no idea about me. Or even what you’re starting to mess with. ‘
At this point, Heather’s body was beginning to boil as much as her emotions, she could almost easily be considered a volcano if she was angered any further.
‘ You don’t think I was dealing with my own bullshit at that party?! Sure! I could have easily dragged your sorry ass out, but I was dealing with my own-- You know what, nevermind. You wouldn’t get it. I’m practically expected to show up at all these functions! ‘
If Veronica could take a closer look at Heather without her want to slap her, she would see that she was trying to hide the fact that she seemed about ready to let out a tear or two. Once more, she would easily be able to blame her upbringing for this. Her parents may not have been as loaded as most, but they threw lavish people, with refined guests. And she was always expected to show up-- No matter what her age, or how much she wanted to do something else. It ran in her veins and became a force of habit to say yes. All she wanted, however, was to just curl up for once and just binge on junk food and TV for a change. But it was so drilled into her head to party, that no matter how awful it was, she still went anyway.
‘ If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten very far in the school rungs! And you especially wouldn’t have found and curled up with that weirdo of a boyfriend of yours. I am, however, going to give you ten seconds to take back what you said-- TEN! ‘
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