You were sitting with your sister Veronica and her so-called friends better known as The Heathers.

Heather McNamara,head cheerleader. Her dad is loaded-he sells engagement rings. Heather Duke,runs the yearbook. No discernible personality,but her mom did pay for implants. And Heather Chandler,the almighty. She is a mythic bitch...

Heather was going on and on about the lunch time poll for the day,while the other two Heathers made stupid comments and Veronica and you pretended to intently listen to what they were saying. Mostly,you stayed with them because Veronica wanted you to and you didn't really have anyone else. There wasn't many better options,either. "God,Heather you're such a pillowcase sometimes."remarked Chandler,snapping you out of your thoughts. McNamara and your sister,Veronica,sufficed a few chuckles. You laughed falsely,"So Heather can we go do the poll now?" "Yes,Y/N. Be patient,don't get your panties in a twist..."Chandler answered. The other Heathers plus Veronica laughed at that as well as all of you stood up.

Veronica went off to ask the nerds whereas Chandler went off to ask the jocks,and the other two Heathers to the others in the small yet crowded cafeteria. You went to the back of the cafeteria where you were almost immediately meet with a dark haired boy in a trenchcoat sitting by himself.

"Hello."You said. "Greetings and salutations. You a Heather?"questioned the guy in the trenchcoat.

"No. I'm a Y/N...Y/N Sawyer."

"I'm Jason Dean but my friends call me JD..."

"This may seem like a stupid question."

"There are no stupid questions."

"You inherit 5 million dollars the same day aliens land on the earth and say they're going to blow it up in 2 days. What do you do?"

"That's the stupidest question I've ever heard..."

You both chuckled. "I know it is."You told him. JD told you his take/answer to apparently the stupidest question he had ever heard. "How very."was your immediate reply. He managed a small at you as you made your way back over to the Heathers and Veronica. "Woah. What was that?"Veronica asked. "I think she was trying to flirt."Duke replied. "Shut up,Heather."Chandler said. "Sorry,Heather."Duke answered afterwards. You kept glancing at JD. "God,Y/N. Drool much?"Chandler asked with a half-hearted laugh. "Um...no."You told The Heathers as well as your sister. "I thought you were done with Highschool boys."Chandler retorted,bored. "I don't know."was your simple reply.

"Finally. Now that you are done throwing your panties at trenchcoat guy, I got a note of Kurt Kelly's. I need you to forge a hot and horny but realistically low-key note in Kurt's handwriting,and we'll slip it onto Martha Dumptruck's lunch tray."Chandler stated with a slight smirk. "Shit,Heather. I don't have anything against Martha Dumptruck."You replied. "But you don't have anything for her,either."Chandler responded. "Y/N will need something to write on,Heather bend over."Chandler kept going. Duke bent over and you ripped a page of paper out of Chandler's notepad,took the pen and wrote down as she said. Once you were finished,Chandler slipped the note into McNamara's hand. She took the lunching to Martha "Dumptruck" and slipped it unto her lunchtray just like Heather said they would. You let out a worried sigh,you felt bad for her. She didn't deserve what was coming to her...

You had zoned out,thinking,once again and Duke flicked you. "She's looking at it!"She exclaimed,happily. "Shut up,Heather."repeated Chandler. "Sorry,Heather."also repeated Duke. You all five turned your attention to Martha who read the forged notes then walked over to Kurt and Ram's table where she got laughed at before exiting the cafeteria as quick as she could.

God,I hate Heather Chandler...