A/N: Hey, before we get started this chapter does have peer pressure. And again, the lyrics are clean, but the music video isn't. I advise that you're 13+  to listen to the music if you need it.

Other than that, enjoy!

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Everyone dispersed, students going back to their routines. They whispered about the new Heather as they walked off. You walked over to Camilo and Mirabel.

" Hey guys! Like the new look?" You asked, spinning around for show. Mirabel looked excited as she wore a fake smile.

" Yeah!..You look great!" She said. Camilo furrowed his brows.

" What was wrong with your outfit from earlier?" He asked. You were confused.

" You... don't like it?"

Camilo immediately widened his eyes as he apologized.

" Oh! No!- Uh- i mean- Yes- wait- ugh- i mean YES i DO like it. But what I'm trying to say is... did you really need to change though? You looked fine as you were before." He reasoned. You smiled.

" It doesn't mean I can't look even better though, right? I mean, this was a once in a lifetime chance! I had to take it." You said with apologetic eyes. Mirabel gently smiled.

" Hey... movie night tonight still, right?" She quietly said. You nodded. " Of course! I'll-"

" Y/n! Chandler wants you to haul your butt to the east table pronto." Duke interrupted as she inspected her nails. Not even acknowledging Camilo or Mirabel. You smiled in a 'I'm sorry I have to go' way as you waved and left with Duke.

" See you guys later!" You said as you walked off. Mirabel and Camilo stared after you, wearing concerned expressions. Mirabel forced a smile as she looked at her cousin.

" See? She'll be there. I'm sure of it." She said with positivity. Camilo sighed as he looked down.

" Somehow... I doubt it."

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" Y/n, we need a forgery. Heather! Bend over!" Chandler said as Duke bent over so you could used her back as a surface to write in your journal on. You were confused as to why since there were so many tables in the cafeteria, but didn't dare question it. Chandler spoke as you wrote.

" Dear Mirabel, I've been thinking about you. I miss the simpler times when we were still friends. I'd like you to come to my homecoming party this weekend. Love, Ram. Oh, put an XOXO after the signature!" Chandler added as she inspected her nails. You finished writing and reread the note before handing it to Chandler hesitantly.

" Is...this for class?" You asked. The Heathers laughed.

" Heavens, no! It's for that giftless girl, Mirabel. We're going to tape it to her locker." Chandler said. Your eyes widened.

" Wait- no! We cannot do that to her. She's liked Ram since elementary school. This'll break her." You begged. Chandler only smiled menacingly.

" I-"

" Is everything ok over here?" Camilo asked as he walked over from behind Chandler. In fear of Chandler, you didn't say anything but hang your head as you looked at your feet. Camilo raised a brow at you, confused and concerned, he could sense something was up. Chandler crossed her arms.

" Of course! We were just talking about girl stuff. You know how that is." She lied. Camilo didn't seem to buy it.

" What's the note for?"

" OH! Well, if you don't mind, would you give this to your cousin, Mirabel?" She asked as she gave him the note. Your eyes widened in horror. If he saw that note, he'd know it was your handwriting. You couldn't let him see it.

" What's it say?" He questioned as he opened the note, about to read it. Chandler's eyes widened as she quickly thought of a lie.

" Well Mirabel told me she was experiencing some extra heavy flow, so I promised her I'd get some advice for her from my gyno." She said smoothly. Camilo's eyes widened as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He shoved the note back to Chandler. He was downright mortified.

" Ewww, forget about it! Y/n, you give it to her!" He walked off quickly before you could answer.

" Well that was easy enough to scare him off. Y/n, go and tape the note to her locker. Now." Chandler demanded. You bit your lip in thought.

" ..But..I can't do that to her. She's my friend!"

" Ugh, with that dorky loser?" Duke said. Chandler sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She took a threatening step toward you with her heel.

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" Are we gonna have a problem?" She threatened.

" You got a bone to pick?

You've come so far why now are you pulling on my skirt?

I'd normally slap your face off.

And everyone here could watch!

But I'm feeling nice-

Here's some advice-

Listen up girlie!"

The Heathers danced and moved their hips smoothly in harmony as their skirts flew in sync.

" I like!" Duke and McNamara backed up Chandler.

" Lookin' hot

Buying stuff

They can not!" She flipped her hair.

" I like!"

" Drinking hard

Maxing dad's credit card!"

" I like!"

" Skippin' gym

Scarin' her

'N scarin him-

( I like! )

" Killer clothes,

Kickin' nerds in the nose!" The Heathers all kicked the air. Chandler came behind you and took you by your shoulders.

" If you lack the galls,

You can go play dolls,

Let your mommy fix you a snack (whoa! )

Or you could come smoke,

Pound some rum and coke,

In my Porsche with the quarterback! (whoa!, whoa!, woah! )" She sang as you tore yourself away from the Heathers, running down the hall. The Heathers cut you off. How in the heck did they-

" Honey what you waitin' for?

Welcome to my candy store!"

" Time for you to prove you're not a loser!

Anymore!

And step into my candy store!~"

" Guys fall!"

" At your feet" McNamara sweetly reasoned. She really thought that there was nothing wrong with this.

" Pay the check-

Help you cheat!" Duke shoved a passing Camilo into a locker and stole his essay and handed it to you. He looked at you, concerned and shocked.

" All you!" The Heathers sang.

" Have to do,"

" Say goodbye

To the dork." Chandler said as she gripped your face roughly, forcefully turning it to face Mirabel, who hadn't noticed you down the hall. McNamara sang to you.

" That freak's

Not your friend!

I can tell!

In the end!" She smiled as her curls bounced.

" If she!"

" Had your shot," Duke said.

" She would leave

You to rot!" The Heathers all sang. McNamara took your hands as if you two were best friends and danced around with you brightly. But her words were daggers.

" Course if you don't care,

Fine, go braid her hair!

Maybe Sesame Street is on~ (whoa)" She said in a mocking baby voice.

" Or forget that creep~" Duke said.

" And get in my jeep~"

" Let's go tear up!

Someone's lawn! (whoa!, whoa!, whoa!)" Chandler sang. The Heathers all pointed down to you as they sang. You were backed up against the wall.

" Honey what you waitin' for?

Welcome to my candy store!

You just gotta prove!

You're not a loser!

Anymore!~

And step into my candy store~"

The hall went dark. A spotlight shined on Chandler as she sang to you.

" You can join the team~" She offered you a life of fame, fortune, and fun.

" Or you can whine and moan!" The other two girls sang.

" You can live the dream~" You imagined going on a romantic date with Camilo. And him holding your hand as you both walked down the hall.

" Or you can die alone!"

" You can fly with eagles" The other two Heather's joined in.

" Or if you prefer.

Keep on testing me!

And end up like her!" The girls pointed to Mirabel, who came running up to you. She held the forged note in her hands. Chandler must've taped it to her locker when you weren't looking.

" Y/n, look!

Ram invited me to his homecoming party!

This proves he's been thinking about me!" Her eyes watered in happiness. You couldn't tell her that it wasn't real. Or that you wrote the note.

"...Color me stoked" You pretend to be surprised.

" I'm so happy!" She hugged you tightly and ran off.

Duke vocalized.

" Ooowoahwoah!!!~ Honey what you waitin' for?-"

Chandler pushed her out of the way.

" Shut up, Heather!

Step into my candy store!" She sang.

" Time for you to prove

You're not so lame

Anymore!"

" And step into my candy store!"

It's my candy store-

It's my candy~"

They handed you a f/c scrunchie. Like the ones they wore in their own hair. A symbol of being a Heather. You stared at it in your hands.

" It's my candy store-

It's my candy~

It's my candy store!

It's my candy store!~!~" They all harmonized. You held back tears. You were scared.

Welcome to being a Heather. You hadn't realized the life of luxury came with a price.

Would you pay the price, and wear the scrunchie? Or whine and moan for the rest of your days.