September 1989
Veronica Sawyer's POV.
Heather Chandler is dragging me around table to table making me talk to the swatch dogs and Diet Coke heads of the school. This fucking sucks. Sometimes I truly believe that she has no heart. She can be a real bitch sometimes. No actually...ALL THE TIME. it makes me so angry. But I can't lie and say I'm embarrassed to hang out with her. I could try to nicely bring it up to her...but I value my sanity over getting my lunch tray punched out of my hands by Kurt ....I value my placement in popularity over standing up for my best friend Martha only to be ridiculed by Ram for having acne—WHICH IS A HUMAN BODY FUNCTION—or called a freak by a literal freak. To put it into elementary sense, I value my placement on the school popularity chain....so bringing it up will only make my life worse.
"You win a ton of money on the same day that aliens land on earth and say they're going to blow it up in two days. What do you do with the money?" Heather asks another table of rich, snobby, cold hearted assholes.
"I'd give that wad to my father. He is the top broker in the state"
"I'd give all that to the homeless. Every cent."
You're beautiful. I snark sarcastically.
"God veronica. If you're openly gonna be a bitch."
I told myself I wasn't gonna do this...
It's just—Heather, why can't we talk to different people? I whine.
"Fuck me gently with a chainsaw!" She starts.
My eyes roll as we begin to walk back to the table.
"Do I look like mother Theresa to you? If I did I wouldn't mind talking to the geek squad." She argues.
Whatever. I sigh.
We sit back down at the table. As I'm sitting there, I look around. I mean I'm practically untouchable now. I should be happy. Right? I mean...just last week I was getting my lunch tray smacked out of my hands by Kurt Kelly, the quarterback. Being pushed around by Ram Sweeney. Kurt's pet douchebag. I haven't been tripped up in the hallway. Guys are asking me out left and right. People don't laugh at me they laugh WITH me. I'm like the second hottest girl in school now. All because I'm sitting with the Heathers. ALL because I wrote a stupid note. Don't get me wrong! They all have their own issues. They all have that "sob story" that they pin all their toxicity on.
Take Heather McNamara for example. Mac's dad cheated on her mom when she was six. But they stay together because it's cheaper NOT to get a divorce. But her dad is LOADED. So she has the nice house, a decent sized room. But her parents don't love each other. She seems super innocent and sweet until there's a trend going around. She needs constant attention.
Heather Chandler doesn't even HAVE a dad. Her mom is never home. She was practically raised by the housekeeper. She's rich too. She has all the. Newest makeup, pumps, jewelry, and a nice car. She has this constant need to be in charge because she lacks a father figure to keep her in check. She is such a bitch but she is on the top.
Heather Duke. I mean her mom can pay for implants but NOT a doctor? She's bulimic. No question about it. She wishes she was in Heather Chandlers place. So she cowers behind Chandlers shadow like a puppy dog. She's sweet. But manipulative. Her childhood was really tragic. Everybody deserves to be tired and feel their trauma. But if anybody TRULY deserves it....it's Duke. Her parents left for a work trip and I guess they just never came back. So she lives by herself. Her brother died in some freak accident so she's just all alone in her little world. She's the most human of all the Heathers.
Then there's my boyfriend. Jason Dean. JD for short. He's cute. But he's strange. His mom killed herself by walking into a building his dad was blowing up. He was only 9. He's constantly on the move. He and his dad have this really weird relationship and Jason HATES the Heathers. He says that they were all grown from tainted seeds in a field of corrupted soil. He has a undeniable hate for Duke though. I don't know why. But he HATES when I hang out with her. But why. Heather is not a threat by any means!
