Till the end. The diary of Heather Chandler

Entry 7

September 17 1989

Today was, dramatic.

"Jesus heather what's your damage?"

Was the first thing I heard out of my lips to heather Duke this morning. Her dorkiness just had to stop, if she was going to continue on about her precious book then she might as well just sit with the geek squad. 

Her pristine flawless face lost its animatedly defiant and excited mood as usual. The depressing air of embarrassment creeping among the classroom like a storm cloud. Her eyes seemed to give an unfortunate sigh as she slowly placed her wrinkled and smudged stack of papers onto her desk.

She had leaned back in her chair, her shoulders slouching in an effort to be smaller, avoiding my gaze and squirming in nervousness.

"Sorry heather."

Satisfied, I turned my head away from the failure I had been forced to occupy and flicked my gaze to the girl behind me.

She did a double take, jumping at the sudden presence of x-ray eyes.

"Veronica."

I said, waiting for the effect it would have. Testing my abilities to their extent and pondering the reaction I would be rewarded with. In order to be able to manipulate Veronica to my needs I would have to know her better. I would have to know her weaknesses and strengths. And if I got the chance, I could stomp the strengths with my new black and red seaquined pumps.

The feeling of wanting to know my minions was something that crawled from the depths of my soul in the most unwanted times of neither need nor want. As much as I liked Veronica, there was something about her that I couldn't tap into. And as much as I wanted to rip that out I knew it would have to come willingly. If at all. But what is it my business? I don't give a shit either way. It all benefits me in a certain way anyways.

She sat stalk still. Her eyes slightly wide, I fought the urge to grin at her shock, if I lost control then my tension would fall flat and the desired effect wouldn't be achieved. Or beneficial.

"Heather."

Her voice was strong. Her chin was up. Her eyes were back to normal although she cowered ever so slightly.

Her fingers gripping the stupid black spiral notebook. I could see marks in the rim where her finger nails had made indents. Good sign. She was nervous. Her breathing was fast, another good sign. I let my gaze never break. Ripping the gaze slowly from her bemused hazel eyes and turning to face my right. Where heather Mac was sitting side ways facing my row in her chair. Her expression amused, the corners of her mouth curved in the slightest smirk that brought out the innocence.

Her elbow was resting on the plastic, her head sitting on her hand. Even if I wanted to I couldn't find anything to bombard her for. She was never someone I was close with. Well, incredible close with. But never less she was company that filled late nights of shouting and sneering. Of course, she was a bitch some times. But it was nothing I couldnt forgive easily.

I gave her the same gaze I gave Veronica, but letting my eyes give off a less stern look. Observing her outfit. The bright yellow already giving me a headache. Why can't she just wear a more suttle outfit?

Ignoring the neon yellow she was dressed like I told her so. And it was own thing that made the morning even better as I turned to face the front of the room. Teacher being late as always and the swear words already smeared in white chalk accross the green board. New insults being paired with names. It was the pre-class show. It wasn't the most entertaining show, but it was better than the graphs and equations that bored me to death.

The morning dragged slowly by, the flow of algebra paused every 10 or 20 minutes to crumple up a note that passed my way. Even if it was meant for someone accross from me and I was supposed to pass it on, why not disturb the flow? Soon I had around 3 crumpled note book papers on my desk. Bathing in the superiority it gave me.

Lunch was the part of the day that I truly held the breath in. Bracing myself for the ear splitting bell that made me wanna rip my ears out.

Our usually lunch table was reserved by the public for our royal use and the clatter of lunch trays being set down was enough to alert the caf that the bitches were in town. Sighing contently, I turned to Sawyer. Watching as she scribbled non coherent words In her notebook. Chomping on the only edible food in the whole school. Bread rolls. I watched as she never took her eyes from the page, her glossy brown curls hanging in a curtain around her face.

I tutted, settling in and taking small bites of my tator tots. Making sure that heather wasn't reading her book and that Mac wasn't all depressed and ruining the mood like she would sometimes do.

"You ready for the date?"

Was something I rolled from my mouth. Smiling as prissily as I could. Waiting for the apprehension to Dawn on Veronica's pure face and for the flush of embarrassment... And I bathed in the feeling when she did. Picking up the blood red Apple and taking a nice crisp bite.  I waited till I had swallowed before I continued.

"It's your first one Veronica."

I watched as she rolled her eyes. Well that's a first. I sighed in annoyance. Was she already a bitch? Of she was, she'd never hear the end of it. I'd make sure of it.

"Yeah, so excited."

The sarcasm that was heavily accented in her voice was something that made me wanna slap her accross the face. The momentary rage that flickered accross my entire body didn't go un-noticed by Heather or Heather. Both let their faces fall in sly and sneaky smiles, turning all their attitude at Veronica. Duke did the annoying tutter in her giggle, while Mac simply grinned and commented on whatever Duke said. The only time Duke had time to shine.

I let myself calm down, the un-nessesary anger that would ruin my day fading ever so slightly. Untill it was as gone as it could be. The faint tingling aggression still twittering on my facial expressions. 

Veronica was already intimidated by the time I entered the conversation. She was on the verge of grabbing her stuff and leaving, Heather and Mac must have done a good job, I had to shoot a glare to shut their sorry asses up. Grimacing at the triumphant smile that duke flashed. Shutting her down immediately.

"Veronica, if you want to be under our protection, you need to realize that dating is a must. Getting your ungrateful ass into the enviorment will be a way to show who you are to be seen as."

I almost puked at how my voice got all mentor like, letting my scowl fall in it's usual place and the piercing glare resume form.

"Besides, real life sucks loser dry."

I turned my gaze away, the temporary flash of weakness hidden by a swig out of my carton of milk.

"You are going to that fucking date tonight."

And that was that. I have to leave now, veronica should be late after what she did today but after all, it would give me a bad rap to let Veronica arrive late on her first date.

I'll be around to tell you tomorrow.

Love ya

Bye