Mean Girls / Heathers x Reader Oneshots & Preferences (HIATUS)

Surprise! || Heather Duke / Heather McNamara

Requested by: jaynze

Warnings: None.

Summary: Heather Chandler starts to notice her girlfriends' fixation on a certain someone, so she starts to plan out how to get her fellow Heathers' crush closer to them.

(PS so this starts in your POV and it will go to Mac's POV)

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As I walk to my locker, I notice someone standing right beside it. I stop in my tracks. Heather Chandler. Yes, that one. I swallow hard. Maybe... Maybe she's there for someone else. Her eyes meet mine, then narrow. I gulp.

"Y/n l/n, right?" Oh, shit. She's here for me. I nod warily, slowly approaching my locker. She watches as I input my combination, opening the door. She doesn't say anything as I slip off my backpack.

"... Why?" I ask quietly. She looks over at me. "Why... Why are you here?" She examines me.

"You don't know, do you?"

"Know what?" Did I do something to get on her bad side? I quickly rack my brain, trying to recall when I accidentally bumped into her, talked back, ignored her. I can't think of anything. She sighs.

"God, you're dense."

"Hey- I am not." She raises an eyebrow at me. "I'm not!"

"Yeah, okay."

"Oh, whatever." Curiosity works into me. I focus on my locker. "Um... What would I be dense about, anyways? I'm not, but..." She bursts out laughing.

"You. Really." She shakes her head, massaging the bridge of her nose. "Out of all people, it's you. Jesus Christ, what has this world come to? I've gotta talk to them, honestly."

"Chandler, just tell me what you want." She lets out a long sigh.

"Sit with us at lunch." I blink.

"... What?"

"Sit with us at lunch." Okay, so I didn't just imagine her saying that. "Deal?"

"Right..."

"Good."

"Are you gonna explain why?"

"Nope. You can show me how not dense you are when lunch comes around." She turns on her heel. "Later, l/n." I watch her walk off. What the hell was that? She just asked me to sit with her and her girlfriends, the Heathers. And Veronica, of course, but... What the hell? Why me? I glance around. No one seemed to hear what she said to me. If they did, there's no indication.

I close my locker. And what was it with her laughing and stuff? Looking at me as if trying to see if I was even worth her time. As if there's something I should prove myself to be worthy of. I frown. Am I dense? About what though? I hold my books to my chest, starting to walk to class, the red queen herself flashing across my mind.

Me out of all people, she said. What does that mean? I'm so fixated on trying to figure her out that I barely even notice myself crossing directly in front of Heather McNamara, one of Chandler's girlfriends. I slam into her, papers and books flying everywhere.

"Oh my God!" I exclaim, immediately dropping to my knees to gather her dropped belongings. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going, fuck, I'm so clumsy!" I don't dare look at her. If she complains to Chandler, then my lunchtime meet and greet will turn into an execution.

"It's okay," she says, a small smile in her voice. I scramble with the papers, struggling to get them in some semblance of order as quick as possible. She kneels beside me, calmly picking up several of the papers and tapping them on the floor. I stare at her.