(Now introducing the 'heathers'! Heather Chandler, also known as lust. Heather Duke, also known as nightmare. Heather mcnamara, also known as cross. Let's just say they, as a group, have been given the nickname 'the heathers'. The text will be divided in this way.
Lust
Nightmare
Cross
They sing some parts together, i'll just combine them. Ok let's do this!)

It has been a few days. Something weird has happened to ink. A group at their school nicknamed 'the heathers' had started talking to him. He didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing. The good thing is is that the kids had stopped bullying him since they knew the heathers talked to him. He was slowly becomes populair. Ink and the heathers started hanging out more and more, though ink was becoming more of a jock didn't mean he stopped getting good grades or hanging out with his friends. One day the heathers made him do something that he didn't like. They asked him to draw something that would work as black mail for blue. "No way! I'm not doing that." Ink said. The heathers weren't happy with that reaction.

Are we gonna have a problem?
You got a bone to pick?
You've come so far,
Why now are you pulling on my dick?
I'd normally slap your face off,
And everyone here could watch.
But I'm feeling nice.
Here's some advice.
Listen up, biotch!

I like!

Lookin' hot
Buying stuff they cannot

Lust took on a sassy pose. It worked because he was already like a fuck machine! (most of the fandom should know that by now XD)

I like!

Drinkin' hard
Maxin' Dad's credit card

The three boys that made the group called 'heathers' have rich parents, which helped them in being even more populair..

I like!

Skippin' gym
Scaring her
Screwing him

(Just think about the 'Screwing him' part...note, lust is the one saying it)

I like!

Killer clothes

Kickin' nerds in the nose!

They had surrounded ink, leaving him no place to run. They looked mad and insisted on ink helping them.

If you lack the balls
You can go play dolls
Let your mommy fix you a snack

Woah!

Or you could come smoke
Pound some rum and coke
In my Porsha with the quarterback

Woah! Woah! Woah!
Honey, whatchu waitin' for?
Welcome to my candy store
It's time for you to prove
You're not a loser anymore
Then step into my candy store

Lust walked up to another boy, lifting his head so they where looking at each other. Lust pushed the boy to the ground after a short while.

Guys fall

At your feet
Pay the check

Help you cheat

All you

Have to do

Say goodbye to Shamoo

Ink could see another figure heading their way. He was glad it was his friend blue. All three of the heathers pointed at blue.

That freak's

Not your friend
I can tell in the end

If he

Had your shot

He would leave you to rot

'Course if you don't care
Fine! Go braid their hair
Maybe Sesame Street is on

Woah!

Or forget the creep

And get in my jeep

Let's go tear up someone's lawn

Woah! Woah! Woah!
Honey, whatchu waitin' for?
Welcome to my candy store
You just gotta prove
You're not a pussy anymore
Then step into my candy store

They walked in closer to ink. Ink was getting unconfortable with them being to close, especially lust.

You can join the team

Or you can bitch and moan

You can live the dream

Or you can die alone

You can fly with eagles

Or if you prefer

Keep on testing me

And end up like him!

They shoved blue next to ink. Blue quickly went to face ink, looking like he didn't even notice the heathers.  He had a note in his hands "Ink, look! Fell invited me to his homecoming party. This proves he's been thinking about me." Almost everyone, but fell knew that blue had a crush on him. "Color me stoked." Ink said, knowing that the note most likely wasn't from fell himself. "I'm so happy!" Blue squeaked, not realising he had been intertwined in a big prank.

Woah!

Honey, whachu waitin' fo--

Lust interupted nightmare. Nightmare had wanted to be the leader of their group, but lust didn't let him take control.

SHUT UP NIGHTMARE! So step into my candy store Oooh woah!
Woah oh oh! Time for you to prove You're not a lame ass any-more then step into my candy store!

It’s my candy store
It’s my candy
It’s my candy store
It’s my candy
It’s my candy store

The three finally backed up and left, leaving a stressed out ink. "What should I do?" He asked himself. He didn't want to go back to getting beaten up every day, but also didn't want to detray his best friend.

(I love to make this story! I hope you love to read this! On to the next part now.
See ya, Lisa)