In the Caf

Heather Chandlers voice was unnaturally high in the echoing gym. Veronica wondered if it was an unspoken rule that everyone spoke quieter than her.

The girl in red put on a mischievous and prissy smile of a fox, her eyes were squinted, Veronica could barley see the bright blue eyes everyone so adored.

"I've got a note of Kurt Kelly's. I need you to forge a hot and horny, yet realistically low-key note in Kurt's handwriting."

She gives creepily as if this was some sort of game she enjoyed playing, Wich was halfway true. And she always won. Next to her, on either side, the green and yellow Heather's giggled happily, admiring their leaders great idea.

"Gosh heather, hello to you too."

But the almighty bitch just ignored that snide remark. She had learned that if you ignored it, it wouldn't be as real if it went away.

"Then we'll slip it onto Martha Dumptruck's lunch tray!"

Her eyes flashed with that usual glow they took ok when she had one of her 'incredible' ideas.

Veronica sighed and shook her head.

"Oh shit heather, you know I don't have anything against Martha dunnstock."

She made a point in using poor Martha's real last name. Due to her overweight body, she was shunned by every single person in this school then one day when heather Chandler felt almighty, she called her the new name.

"Martha dumptruck."

It was one of the things that got her to where she was now, a fucking legend, even though she was only a junior.

"You don't have anything for her either! C'mon, it'll be very!"

Heather bounced on the balls of her sequined red feet. Her eyes looked up to the heavens with a creepy look on her face as she thought of some insulting and witty remark.

"It'll give her shower nozel masturbation material for weeks."

Veronica held her arms tightly in her folded rebbbelion. What would happen to Martha? She never would have done something like this when she first met the Heather's. But she didn't fucking care anymore. The lip gloss gestapo was getting on every last one of her fucking nerves. You can only hear jocks fantasizing about gangbanging you in the woods so many times before you just give up being prissy. How do heather McNamara and Duke deal with it?

"I'll think about it."

Heather Chandler took a mighty step forwards and squinted her eyes as she leaned into Veronica.

"Don't think."

Even though she didn't say it mean, or pressuring, or that fact that she said it in her airy and priss voice, the message was clear.

Write the fucking thing or you're out on your ear.

Veronica watched as heather Chandler turned to the other 2 Heather's.

"Veronica will need something to write on."

Heather Duke and Heather McNamara moved asked slightly, making the empty lunch table clearly visible. But Chandler completely dismissed the gesture

"Heather Bend over."

Heather Duke in green's face went pale. Her eyes went wide although they contained a sort of helpless weakness.

She stepped forward to veronica. Her hands were shaking. She then reluctantly bent over while Veronica wrote the letter on her back.

Poor heather was shaking with embarrassment, but Veronica didn't say anything as heather was already suffering at her supposed 'friends' advances.

Heather turned away from the to with a hand on her hip and a hand on the lunch table. She stared at Martha dunnstock all alone at her table.

"Dear martha- your so sweet-"

Next table over, two letterjacket wearing assholes sat.

Kurt and Ram are nominally labeled 'jocks' or 'hunks' (depending on who you ask) or 'assholes' (also depending on who you ask...) Kurt could also be an airline pilot, but prefers football and girls. And Ram could be a moron, but prefers football and girls. Right now, they were consuming burger and milk and drooling at the sight of the Heathers doing... whatever it is they're doing...

"I'm telling you man, it would be so righteous to be in a Veronica Sawyer-Heather Chandler sandwich..."

Kurt Kelly belted out like a complete fucking idiot. His hand was pulled into a fist as he pictured the scene in his tiny peanut brain sized mind.

"Oh, hell yes... I wanna get a Heather and put her on my johnson, and just start spinnin' her around like a goddamn pinwheel...!"

His buddy Kurt responded. While they were assholes, they were also the Heather's boy toys.

Heather Chandler flirted with both, making the other jealous. And Heather McNamara seemed to think her and ram would be an item any moment now. Of course she didn't know Heather Chandler had given ram a blowjob in sohpmore year while McNamara was passed out in the same room during a party.

(Apparently it's still the best ever he's gotten to that day.)

"Punch it in bro!"

"Fuck yes dude punch it in!"

They stupidly punched fists and laughed together.

Meanwhile, the note is done, and it's already on Martha's lunch tray, courtesy of Heather McNamara.