Heather speed-walked over to McNamara, her heels clicking against the school hallway, trying to get to her before she got out of her sight. "Heather!" called Heather, finally reaching her.
"You busy after your cheer practice?" she sighed, checking her watch as if her time was being wasted by McNamara not responding before twirling her hair in fingers. "I want to go shopping without someone whining and moaning.”
-@aprettygirlwithsubstance
Heather McNamara slams her locker closed, the familiar metal clang rings through the halls. Sigh, two more torturous hours until cheer practice. The world seems to be against her today. She couldn’t get a ride to school, so she had to take the freaking BUS again. In addition to that, there has to be a weeks worth of homework in her bag, only adding to her stress. Although there seems to be hope on the horizon. Cheer practice, then a date with Kurt. “The reward for work well done is the opportunity to do more~ blah blah blah,” that’s what Mr. Zabrowski always tells their class or something along the line of that. Truthfully, she doesn’t pay attention during his class. Rather “daydreaming” about Kurt or cheer, or mini-ranting to the other half-listening Heathers.
Kurt Kelly, quarterback for the Westerburg Varsity Football Team. Lately, she’s been all over him recently. Infatuated with everything about him. Blinded by his good looks, and stupidity. She even skips practice just to be near him, and celebrates with him on the field after football games. Young love - stupid, reckless and impossible to resist.
Heather strides down the hall, her pre-calc textbook held loosely under her arm, Sony Walkmans clamped tightly over her ears. Blasting Whitney Houston at full volume. She glides past everyone, weaving through students. She can’t afford ANOTHER tardy… especially since she’s failing pre-calc. She bites her lip, a nervous tick, and mutters the next lyric under her breath.
Anyway, as she approaches the classroom, she hears the familiar click of heels, and the call of her name. She doesn’t even have to guess who it is. The “Mythic Bitch” herself, Heather Chandler. A girl who’s known for being bitchy. One who mere presence commands respect from every student at Westerburg… Anddd, somehow, her “best friend.” She rips off her Sony Walkmans without a second thought and spins around to face Heather. “Oh!.. Hey, Heather!” She squeaks out, looking down at the floor. Her gaze distracted, her thumbs rubbing over each other in monotonous circles. Her fingers intertwined, along with the silent, anxious rhythm she doesn’t even notice.
“Yes I think I’m busy.. I believe I have plans with Kurt! But- I can change them of course..” she replies, Her stimming becomes faster, twisting and pulling at the edges of her textbook that she was just holding close to her chest. Honestly, a long shopping spree would be exactly what she needed right now.
Heather somehow had McNamara second-guessing her plans with Kurt. Did Heather McNamara really want another one of those unexpected fucking double dates with Kurt… AND Ram at some abandoned house, or worse, a cow pasture? Of course, Kurt was hot, but he was also stupid. But his taste in date spots was horrible. And now, with Heather watching her, she questioned herself.
Under the gaze of Heather, her opinion slightly shifts. The thought of another double date doesn’t seem appealing at all. And, maybe she doesn’t want to go with Kurt and Ram just to be fucked by them in the middle of a field.