Saige Chandler, the overlooked sister of the infamous Heather Chandler, is a shadow in the halls of Westerburg High. With her piercing gaze and leather jacket, she's the epitome of rebellion, a stark contrast to her sister's pristine image. Despite...
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(For the date) The next day, the town gathered at the church for Heathers funeral. The air was heavy with grief, but there was an undercurrent of unease that lingered beneath the surface. Saige stood at the edge of the crowd, her face pale and drawn, her mind still reeling from the events that had unfolded. JD was beside her, his expression unreadable, his presence both a comfort and a source of dread.
As the service ended and people began to file out of the church, Heather McNamara approached Saige, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. Despite the tragedy, she still managed to put on a sympathetic smile, one that made Saige feel like she was being cornered.
"Saige," Heather M. began, her voice soft but insistent, "I know this is a terrible time, but... Heather was supposed to go out with us on a double date with Kirk and Ram. It was all planned before... before everything happened. I thought maybe, you know, you could come instead. In her place."
Saige blinked, momentarily thrown by the request. The last thing she wanted to do was go on some stupid date with Heather McNamara and those two meatheads, Kirk and Ram. The very thought made her stomach churn. She had too much on her mind—too much guilt, too many unanswered questions about the darkness that had crept into her life.
"I... I don't think so, Heather," Saige mumbled, glancing over at JD, who remained silent, his eyes observing the exchange with mild interest. "I've got a lot going on with JD and—"
Heather McNamara cut her off, her tone growing more insistent. "But it's what Heather would have wanted! It was important to her, you know? And with everything that's happened... don't you think you owe it to her? It's like... it's like your duty as her sister, Saige."
Saige felt a knot tighten in her chest. Heather M. had always been the sweet one, the one who meant well, even if she didn't always get it right. But now, her words felt like a trap, like an obligation Saige couldn't escape.
She hesitated, glancing back at JD. His expression was neutral, but there was a spark in his eyes, something that made her feel like he was curious to see what she would do. Saige knew JD wouldn't care if she went on some double date with a couple of high school jocks—if anything, he might find it amusing.
