Song: "You All Over Me" by Taylor Swift (ft. Maren Morris)

Fuck, this song gets me every time😭💔

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New Years' Eve Part 1

"Happy New Year!"

"Awe, Happy New Year to you, too!"

Heather awkwardly stood by the snack bar. Geoff and Bridgette had invited her to their annual New Years' Eve party at Geoff's house. Heather missed the Christmas Eve party because she hadn't felt like socializing that day. One of her therapy sessions had happened to fall on the day before Christmas Eve, and she had needed the entire day after to get herself together.

Heather hated therapy. She couldn't stand being vulnerable for an entire hour. And even worse- she had to do it twice a week instead of the average, which was only once a week. Heather ended up crying during her last session while working through her trauma from Chandler. She had realized a few things she didn't want to. Her therapist pointed out that she built her entire self-worth over what Chandler thought of her.

For the past two years, everything was about Chandler. Heather clung to him because he was the only person who showed significant interest in her. Courtney was the only person before him, but she and Heather hadn't been friends for very long before Duncan came into Courtney's life, taking the number one spot Heather desperately wanted.

*Flashback*

Heather ran to the door before her mother could open it. She wore a strapless, long, cream-colored ball gown. Her hair was tied up in a bun with a flower crown around her head. "That dress is so ugly," one of her sisters muttered. Heather ignored her as she swiftly passed by. The only thing on her mind was her homecoming date, who was waiting on the other side of the door.

Heather eagerly opened the door. A pair of brown eyes met her grey ones. "Wow, you look beautiful," Chandler said, his eyes twinkling in awe. He held out his hand for her. She blushed as she took it.

"Good riddance!" A spiteful voice yelled from the living room. Chandler cringed. Heather quickly stepped out and shut the door.

"Ignore my mom. She's a total bitch."

"That's your mom? Talking to you like that?" He asked softly.

"Yeah. She hates me. But it's ok because I hate her too," said Heather.

Chandler rubbed her hand. "You don't deserve to be talked to like that."

"I—" she was rendered speechless by his touch. "We should get going."

He hesitated but nodded, studying her dress further. "That dress is absolutely breathtaking."

Heather walked with him to his car. "You really think so? I looked everywhere for a dress, so a lot of work went into it!"

"I don't doubt that," Chandler chuckled. They got into his baby blue Mercedes.

"Impressive car," Heather commented, running her hands along the black leather interior.

Chandler flashed her a toothy grin. "Do you like it? I got it for my sixteenth birthday during the Summer."

"Wow. You're like, one of the only juniors in high school to have their own car. I don't even have my own car. My parents are making me use my dad's! It's pathetic!" Heather crossed her arms.

"Awe, that sucks! I bet you'll get your own car soon." Chandler started the car. "Not to make things awkward, but is this your first time going on a date?" He asked her. Heather nodded, flustered. "Oh, that's ok. I've only been on two other dates. One when I lived in Quebec and one last year."

"When did you move here to Ontario?"

"Freshman year. It was honestly super scary to go from middle school to high school in a whole other province."

"You're so lucky. I've lived here my entire life."

"Well, I think you're the lucky one," Chandler laughed. "I'd like to have some stability in my life for once."

Heather blinked. Something about "stability" hit her deep inside. "Stability," she echoed.

"What about it?"

"Just—it's nothing." She looked at him, admiring the way his dark hair blew from the air-conditioner. "You know, the last two homecoming dances really sucked. All they did was play stupid club songs the whole time."

"I've never been to a homecoming dance in my life. But I hope they play at least one slow song tonight. Or else we'll have to slow dance in the parking lot, and that would be embarrassing."

Heather laughed. "Yeah, that is a definite no."

They pulled up to the school. A giant purple sign: Homecoming, Fall 2019 hung from the entrance. "Oh god, here they go again with their cheesy signs," groaned Heather. "Why can't they just spend more money? I know they have enough."

Chandler found a parking space in the third row. "Hey, let's see what it looks like from the inside, shall we?" He got out of the driver's seat and opened Heather's door for her. Heather took his hand and stood up next to him.

"Ugh, I can already hear the blaring music," she whined.

"Let's make a deal. If they don't play a slow song in exactly one hour, we'll ditch this place," Chandler said.

Heather slowly smiled. "Yeah, you've got a deal."

They walked across the damp pavement. Heather pouted in annoyance. Her heels kept getting wedged in the tiny holes in the road. She made the mistake of pulling too hard, causing her to fall forward. Chandler gasped. He held his arms out and caught her.

Heather froze for a moment. It felt like a movie. Her heart raced from the fall, but his charming gaze calmed her down. Once she realized what had just happened, her cheeks turned hot. She leaned on him to stand back up. "That was so embarrassing! Oh my god..." she covered her face.

"Heather, it's ok." Chandler uncovered her face, laughing lightheartedly. "Those heels must be a pain to walk on the road with. How about I carry you?"

"You—what?"

"I'll carry you, just to the school. We can make a royal entrance," he winked.

Heather smirked. "That's true. All the other bitches will be so jealous."

"Exactly." Chandler picked her up, bridal style, and carried her the rest of the way.

Once they got in, they were both laughing. Some people stared at them, and others minded their business. Chandler set Heather down. "Wanna find a table?" She nodded. They made their way through the crowd and found one in the back right corner.

"Would you like any refreshments?" Chandler asked.

"Hm, I'll just take a water," said Heather.

"Coming right up!" He said goofily. "I'll be right back!" He disappeared into the crowd.

Heather laughed, shaking her head at him. A hand suddenly grabbed the table. Courtney pulled Duncan and herself out of the mass of students. "Heath! Where is your date?!" Courtney yelled over the music.

"He's getting us drinks!" Heather yelled back.

"Ooh, awesome! I hope you and Chandler have fun! Dunkie and I were just stopping by to say hi! We're gonna go back and dance, ok?!"

"Ok! Go ahead! Don't let idiot boy step on your feet!"

"Hey, watch it!" Duncan glared.

Courtney subtly rolled her eyes. "Come on, let's go." She dragged her boyfriend back into the crowd.

Chandler came back a few minutes later. He handed Heather a cup of water. "What did you get?" She leaned close to him to ask.

"Fruit punch!" He beamed.

"That is a five-year-old's drink!" Heather smirked.

Chandler turned to face her. "I know!" He burst out laughing. "You're really funny, Heather!"

"Who said I was kidding?!"

The loud dance music ended, and the lights dimmed—half of the students scattered over to their tables, leaving a lot more room for dancing couples. Chandler sat down his cup. "Looks like we don't have to go."

The next thing they knew, they were waltzing on the dance floor. The golden disco lights slowly spun around the room with them. Heather blushed through the entire song. She felt stupid, considering how hard it was for her to like someone in general. Some boys at school had asked her out before, but she never took a liking to them. Most of them were brainless jocks.

Chandler was different. Heather knew she liked him the moment he took charge of a group project in a class they were both in. They weren't in the same group. Otherwise, Heather noted, she'd be fighting him for the leadership role. She watched him from afar, admiring how intelligent and confident he was. Plus, he was the hottest guy in her grade, so the physical attraction was immediate.

As they danced, Chandler looked into her eyes. "I can't get over how beautiful you look tonight."

Heather blushed. "I might as well compliment you. You look handsome in your suit and tie. It looks super formal." 

"Thanks. And your flower crown matches my buttonhole," he referred to the white flower pinned to his suit lapel.

"I guess we were meant to dance together then," Heather teased.

Chandler gazed at her passionately. "Maybe we were."

When the dance was over, Chandler drove him and Heather to the only restaurant in town that was still open past midnight- IHOP.

"That was so much fun," Heather said as they were seated at a booth. "I can't believe they actually played more slow songs!"

"I'm glad they did." Chandler sat across from her, looking at the menu. Heather picked her menu up as well. "Do you know what you want?" He asked.

"Um, hm—the chicken and waffles sound delicious."

"Alright. I'll get the same thing. I've never tried it before."

Heather gasped dramatically. "No way! I mean, it's basically just chicken strips and waffles, so the individual tastes will be nothing new. But all of it together is just so good!"

"I bet it is." Chandler closed his menu, looking at her. The waitress came by and took their orders. Chandler told her that he was paying. He took out his debit card and paid for it early.

"You didn't have to do that," Heather said.

"Of course, I did. You're my date, and you deserve the best."

Heather wasn't used to being treated like this, so she wasn't sure how to feel about it. "Thanks, I guess." She laughed it off like it didn't affect her much.

They ate and talked for the next two hours. By then, it was nearly 2:30 am. "I can't believe you've moved that many times. You're lying," Heather said.

"I'm not," replied Chandler. "I have proof, too. I could show you all my bus and plane tickets."

"Alright, then. I guess I'll have to come over sometime to see them."

"You're always welcome. However, I may not have all of my tickets in one place. Travel life gets hectic."

Heather pursed her lips. She thought back to the conversation they had earlier. "What did you say you wanted in your life again?"

"Hm?" Chandler furrowed his eyebrows.

"Like—whatever you were talking about in the car on the way to the dance. What was it that you said you wanted in your life?"

"Oh. Stability?"

"Yeah, that's it." Heather stared down at her plate. "I've lived in one place my whole life, but sometimes my life feels so unstable. Probably because of my stupid parents."

"Your parents," Chandler began, concerned. "Do they yell at you like that all the time?"

"My dad doesn't; it's just my mom. My dad's mostly gone on business trips, or he works all day. So, it's kind of like he doesn't exist. But I don't need him. And I definitely don't need my mom."

Chandler reached across the table and slid his hand in hers. "Heather, if you ever need to talk to anyone, I'm here for you. I promise I would never hurt you like they do."

Heather felt nervous. "It's not like I need anyone to talk to, but thanks," she mumbled.

Chandler drove Heather back home at around 3:00 am. "I can't believe we were there for that long," he chuckled. "We must've driven the waiters crazy."

"I know. Who cares, though?" Heather laughed. "They chose to work at a place open for twenty-four hours."

"True." Before Chandler got out to open the passenger side door, he held her hand. "Heather, please tell me if this is too soon, but I really, really enjoyed this night with you. Would you like to go out again?"

Heather smiled. It took everything in her to keep her cool. "Yes. Yeah, that would be fun."

"Perfect," he beamed.

Heather couldn't sleep that night. She tossed and turned with butterflies in her stomach. She had never felt this happy before. It dawned on her that she could be his priority. She wouldn't have to feel neglected or afraid anymore.

From that moment on, everything was about Chandler.

*End of flashback*

"Heather!" Courtney's high voice rang in Heather's ears. Courtney snapped her fingers in front of her.

She blinked. "Hm?"

"Heather! I've been trying to get your attention for the last minute and a half!" Courtney said. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I was just lost in thought." Heather picked up her drink.

"Alright." Courtney smiled at her. "So," she began, getting on the barstool next to where her friend was standing. "When's Alejandro coming?"

Heather blushed. "He'll be here in about thirty minutes."

"I can't wait to meet him." Courtney winked playfully.

"Shut up." Heather rolled her eyes, flustered.

"What? I'm happy for you." She placed a hand on Heather's shoulder. "You're being careful, right?"

"Courtney." Heather gave her a vexed look. "Yes, I'm fine, mom."

"Hey, I'm serious. If he ever hurts you, call me, and I'll kill him."

Heather laughed. "Ok."

"Promise me?" Courtney looked her in the eyes. "Because I don't want you suffering in silence."

"Yes, I promise."

"You better be telling the truth."

"Courtney!" Duncan called from the other side of the room. "I got your first beer!"

Heather raised her eyebrows. "—Excuse me?"

Courtney's cheeks turned red. "Duncan, Shh! Ugh." She facepalmed. "Yes, I'm trying alcohol for the first time. And no, I'm not getting drunk." Courtney walked towards Duncan.

"If you do, I'm not driving you home tonight!" Heather called after her friend.

"I'm not getting drunk!"

"Whatever you say." She smirked. As Heather stared at the empty beers bottles and champagne glasses on the bar, she thought back to the very first and last time she got drunk.

*Flashback*

"Get me home right now!" Heather demanded as Courtney drove her, Duncan, and Chandler home. Courtney was the designated driver for the night, of course.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" Courtney snapped. "Do you want me to get a speeding ticket?!"

"Do you want me to barf in this car?!" Heather threatened.

"If you throw up in my car, you're paying for new seats!!"

Heather groaned and slumped her shoulders. She stared out the window, which made her dizzier. "Oh shoot—" she covered her mouth.

"Don't you dare! Swallow it!" Courtney said.

"Courtney, if she has to throw up, she has to throw up," Chandler told her. He rubbed Heather's back.

"Actually, I don't wanna go home," said Heather. She laid on Chandler's shoulder. "I should probably go to Chandler's houuuuse."

"Yeah, that would probably be best," Chandler said.

"—Right. Fuck!" Courtney whined before turning around at the nearest street.

"Courtneyyyy, you're such a bad driverrr," Heather slurred.

"Not the wisest thing to say to someone who could crash this car and kill all of us at any second!"

"Ok, whateverrrr." She put all of her body weight on Chandler. "I'm soooo sleepy."

"I'll tuck you in when we get home," Chandler gently reassured.

Getting to bed wasn't the first thing Heather did when they got to Chandler's house. Instead, Heather knelt over the toilet, puking her guts out. Chandler got her a water bottle and a box of crackers and placed them on the nightstand in the guest room. He went into the bathroom and held her hair back.

Heather threw up for another hour. Chandler stood there the entire time. He told her random funny stories about his family, distracting her from her nausea.

After she was done, Chandler helped her brush her teeth and rinse her mouth. He carried her upstairs to the guest bedroom. Heather reached her arm out to him as he was walking away. "Hey you," she moaned. "Stay with me."

Chandler turned around. "Who's you?" He smirked.

"Youuuu." Heather pointed at him.

He smiled. "Ok, I will." He laid down next to her—Heather against his arm.

"I'm so glad I'm here instead of my parents' house," she mumbled.

"Me too," Chandler said, kissing her head. "Is your stomach feeling better?"

"Yeah. Now I just feel weird."

"Yeah, that usually happens to me when I get super drunk." Chandler was only a bit tipsy that night. He had tried to stop Heather from drinking too much, but she was too stubborn to listen.

"And to think; this is all illegal," Heather giggled. "Don't tell the cops! Especially your dad. He'll arrest the both of us!"

Chandler laughed. "You're so funny when you're drunk. And cute." He kissed her nose.

"Ugh, you always call me cute. It's so annoying—"Heather's voice trailed off as she began to fall asleep. Her arm was splayed across his chest, and her legs hugged his torso.

Chandler stroked her hair while she dozed off. "I'll always take care of you," he whispered. Heather heard those words and took them to heart. She fell asleep peacefully in his arms.

*End of flashback*

Heather watched Izzy dance or attempt to dance with Lindsay and Beth in the living room. They looked at her like she was from another country, and Heather didn't blame them. Crazy freak.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped. "Señorita! It's just me," a smooth chuckle came from behind her.

Heather spun around and let out a relieved breath. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"I'm sorry, mi reina." Alejandro wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. "How's the party?"

"I've been to better ones."

"Why? Is it the drinks?" He reached behind her and took a sip of her drink. "Hm, I never took you as a pink lemonade kind of girl."

"Alejandro, that could've been anyone's drink with anything in it," said Heather. "And you just grabbed it like it was nothing."

"But it was yours, was it not?" Alejandro asked.

"Yes, but be careful dork," she laughed. "I can't have a drugged boyfriend." Boyfriend. They'd been official for two weeks now, and Heather wasn't sure how to feel about it. She knew they agreed not to rush into anything, but she still felt like she was moving too fast by having a new boyfriend in general. Is it too soon? 

"Omg, Beth!!" Lindsay squealed. "It's him! It's that Spanish guy who tutored me the other week!"

Beth looked and gasped. "Oh my gosh—he's so handsome!"

Heather crossed her arms. First of all, how does Lindsay even remember him if it was all the way before Christmas break? Especially since we aren't coming back to that class next semester. Second of all, no tutoring will ever help that girl! "She's not even being quiet about it," Heather grumbled.

"Jealous, are we?" Alejandro raised an eyebrow.

"No! It's just—ugh." Heather's face was red.

Alejandro grabbed her hand. "It's ok to be jealous. Just know that I think Lindsay is a complete airhead."

"Yeah, she totally is," Heather smirked, feeling better already. He's not going to go out and sleep with random blonde girls, she told herself. He's into me. Just me.

Courtney speed-walked over to the couple. Duncan followed her with both of their drinks in his hand. "Heather! It's been thirty minutes! Where is he?" Courtney asked excitedly.

"He's—right next to me," Heather told her, giving her a strange look. "It's pretty obvious."

Courtney slowly looked up at Alejandro, and her jaw dropped. "Good god, this is your boyfriend?!"

"Hola," Alejandro awkwardly greeted with a tight smile.

"How much did she drink, Duncan?" Heather asked.

"Only one bottle," he snickered. "Talk about being a lightweight."

"Oh god," Heather groaned.

"Heather," Courtney got close to her, thinking she was whispering. "Your boyfriend is SO sexy! I hope you keep him. And have his babies." She winked with both eyes. Alejandro's eyes went wide.

"Ok, that's enough!" Heather was blushing hard. "She needs to sober up before talking to us again!"

"This is kind of entertaining," Duncan said, smirking.

"Duncan!"

"Fine, fine." He rolled his eyes. He took Courtney into the dining room and helped her sit in one of the chairs.

Heather turned to face Alejandro. "I'm sorry. My friends are usually not this embarrassing. Well, Duncan's always embarrassing, but not Courtney."

"That's ok," Alejandro chuckled. "I'm sure we will have a more appropriate meeting in another setting."

"Yeah, of course. That was her first time drinking, and I hope it's the last." Heather cringed.

"Have you drank before?" Alejandro asked.

"Um—yeah, once when I was sixteen, but it wasn't much fun. I threw up for like, an hour straight."

"That sounds terrible. I have never drank before."

"Really? Not even once?" Said Heather.

"Nope." Alejandro grinned. "I believe alcohol is bad for the body. Well, too much of it, that is. But I am not taking that risk and polluting my body with anything like that."

"Wow, so you're one of those people?" Heather teased.

"What does that mean? Who are those people?"

"The health freaks." She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Yeah. I'm a health freak, and I'm proud," Alejandro said. He gave her a sloppy kiss on the lips.

"I'm glad I know another thing about you." Heather smiled. "Even if it's super random."

Alejandro swayed them back and forth. "And what's a super random thing about you, hermosa?"

"Ugh, I don't know." Heather stared over Alejandro's shoulder in thought. "I guess a random thing about me is—I really love glitter glue. I have a whole collection of glitter glue pens. It's really lame and embarrassing, but—"

"But it's not," Alejandro interrupted. "You don't need to explain yourself. I think it's cool that you love glitter glue! Now I'll think of you every time I see those pens at the store." 

Heather blushed, her heart soaring. "And I'll think of you when I walk through the fresh produce section."

"Good. I love that," he laughed.

"What's the time?" Heather got out her phone. It read 9:26 pm. "It's about 9:30. Do you wanna stay here until midnight?"

"Whatever you want." Alejandro lightly shrugged. "I don't really care where we go as long as I'm with you."

"Hmm, I say we spend thirty more minutes here, and then we go out for a late dinner."

"That sounds great. Actually, that's perfect! I have a restaurant in mind," Alejandro said.

"What is it?" asked Heather.

"It's a surprise." He winked.

"Ok, fine," she sighed dramatically.

"I think it will be a perfect way to end this year."

Heather thought about the year. It started and ended so differently.

*Flashback*

"Three, two, one—HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

White and gold confetti filled the night air. "Woohoo! 2021, partay people!" Geoff cheered.

"Heather! Where's your sparkler?" Courtney walked up to her.

"Wait, there were sparklers?" Heather said. "I never got one!"

"Here!" Courtney took a new sparkler out of Duncan's pocket and handed it to her friend. Duncan had been storing a dozen for himself, so he wouldn't have to go back inside.

"Hey!" Duncan pouted.

"Babe, you have a lot."

"Yeah, so I don't have to go back!"

Courtney rolled her eyes and held her hand out. "Lighter." Duncan gave her his lighter. Courtney lit up Heather's sparkler. "There! Now you can join us! Does Chandler have one?"

"I don't know." Heather shrugged.

"Where is that man anyway?" Courtney laughed.

"I don't know!" She repeated. "He went to grab us drinks, and he's been gone for a while. Maybe he needed to use the restroom."

"He probably ate those nasty tacos Leshawna made." Duncan grimaced.

"Hey! Rude!" Courtney scolded.

"It's true."

Heather snickered. "Of course, she's bad at cooking."

"You're not the best either, Heath. Remember the time you burnt the spaghetti that one night—"

"Courtney, shut up!"

Duncan burst out laughing. "The drama Queen loves to make fun of everyone but can't take it herself."

"Duncan, I will kill you and bury your body parts in different countries!" Heather glowered.

"Ooh, I'm so scared."

"You will be once I—"

"Ok, that's enough," Courtney interjected. Heather and Duncan both looked away from each other, crossing their arms. Courtney sighed. "Why can't my best friend and boyfriend just get along? Is it too much to ask? Seriously!"

Geoff skipped over to them. "Hey, my amigos! How goes it?"

"Pretty good," answered Duncan. "I have a bunch of sparklers in my pocket if you want one, man."

"Nah, I'm good." Geoff took a swing of his beer. "Where's Chandler?"

"Heather said he went to go get them drinks. But apparently, he's been gone for a while," Courtney said.

Heather looked to her right. She saw a few people dancing in a small circle with red solo cups in their hands. Cody and Owen were on the other side of the yard, popping leftover confetti. On her left, DJ stood by the dessert stand and handed out miniature cupcakes and cookies to people walking by. But there was no sign of Chandler.

"I wonder if he ate those tacos," Geoff said.

"That's exactly what I was thinking," Duncan laughed.

Heather scoffed. "You two should really shut up." She looked out into the yard again. "I'm gonna go sit over there." She walked away before anyone could say anything.

Courtney furrowed her eyebrows in concern. "I'll be right back, Dunc," she told her boyfriend. Duncan shrugged with a nod, and Courtney followed Heather.

Courtney sat next to her on the grass. "Babe, what's wrong?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." Heather looked away.

"Is it Chandler?"

There was a long pause. "I don't know."

"Are you worried about him? I seriously think he's just using the restroom," said Courtney.

"It's not just this time." Heather pursed her lips.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. I'm just tired."

Courtney looked at her questionably. "—Ok then."

"Can I just be alone right now?" Heather asked her.

"Yeah, of course," Courtney said. She stood up. "But Heath, if you ever need anything, you can always talk to me."

"Thanks. Now go."

Courtney laughed before walking away.

Heather sighed, lifting her knees to her chest. The last time she and Chandler went out somewhere together was at Bridgette's eighteenth birthday party. Chandler had told Heather he needed to use the restroom. He left and was gone for nearly an hour. Heather asked him if he was ok, and he seemed irritated at the question. So then she started questioning him further, which only made him angrier. The rest of that night wasn't fun for her because Chandler had stopped talking to her. She never found out the answer. Now that it was happening again, Heather was on edge. She didn't want anyone to know because she felt embarrassed. Who else's boyfriend randomly leaves them in the middle of parties? She eventually got up and headed back to her friends.

"Are you feeling any better?" Courtney asked her.

"Yeah—I mean, I wasn't feeling bad in the first place," Heather replied.

"How long has it been since he left?"

Heather scoffed. "I don't know! Maybe like, twenty minutes?"

Courtney placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's ok. You know what? If he doesn't show in five more minutes, we can look around for him." Heather only nodded in response.

Another five minutes passed, so Heather and Courtney looked for Chandler. They looked for another twenty minutes, but he was nowhere to be seen. Heather gave up and decided to sit down and eat. Chandler showed up after thirty more minutes, but Heather didn't question it because she wanted to have a good night.

*End of flashback*

"Hey, I'm going to use the restroom," Alejandro told Heather while they sat at the snack bar. He lightly touched her shoulder. "I'll be right back."

"Ok," Heather said, faking a smile. Oh no. Here it comes. He won't show up for ten minutes, then thirty, then an hour—

"Heather!" Bridgette interrupted her thoughts, standing right beside her. "Is that guy seriously your boyfriend?" She looked in the direction in which Alejandro walked off.

"Yes," Heather replied, rolling her eyes. "I get it. He's hot."

"He is!" Bridgette sighed dreamily.

"You literally have a boyfriend."

"I know, I know! And I love Geoff! It's just—his looks are—wow!"

Heather angrily clenched her jaw. "Bridgette, do the world a favor and drown in the pool."

"—Whoa, where did that come from?"

"Guess you'll never know, huh?" Heather replied sarcastically. Bridgette scoffed and walked away. Whore, Heather thought.

No more than two minutes later, Alejandro was back from the restroom. Heather saw him walking to her and smiled.

Alejandro sat back down next to his girlfriend. "So,
how were the three minutes during my absence?" He joked.

"Uneventful," Heather said.

He chuckled. "I'd think so."

Heather grabbed Alejandro's hand. Thank god.