❦Candy Store (Heathers AU)❦

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The Clique

Dear Diary, today was.. interesting to say in the very least. Heather Chandler has accepted me into her little clique, which was pretty surprising. But I feel as if there's something more behind this...

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It started off like any normal day.

Heather Chandler, Heather Duke, and Heather Macnamara all headed into school. Heather Chandler, the alpha Heather, led the group.

The tall girl walked confidently down the halls, shoulders set back and head raised high. She waved at the casuals who called to her, a slight smile on her face.

Just as the three Heathers approached the high school lockers, they went their separate ways. Chandler set out to her own locker, eyes scanning the crowd that cleared the way for her immediately.

She wasn't going to her locker to get her books, of course, but to fetch her makeup. There was no way she was going to attend history this morning. What a snore.

The blonde haired girl opened her locker, grabbing what she needed and turned on her heel. She walked back down the hall to the bathroom, where she was to meet her fellow Heathers.

When she arrived, Macnamara was standing by the sink.

"Where the hell is Duke?" The supreme Heather asked.

"Here."

Heather Chandler turned to see Duke walking in. She watched as the dark haired girl slipped past her to stand beside Macnamara.

The bell then rang. Chandler turned to face the mirror, taking some lipstick out of her makeup bag.

"Hey, did you hear about Ram's upcoming party?" Macnamara asked.

"Of course I did, dumbass. Everyone knows," Chandler replied, carefully applying her lipstick.

"Were you invited?" Duke asked.

Chandler bursted into laughter, putting her lipstick away. She turned to face the other two Heathers.

"Of course I was. Jesus, you guys are idiots," The tall girl replied.

Macnamara and Duke said nothing more. They stood, watching as Heather Chandler began to fix her hair.

Silently, Heather Duke slipped into a stall. Chandler and Macnamara both knew it was time for Duke to dispose of this morning's breakfast.

"Grow up, Heather. Bulimia's so '87," Chandler sneered.

Duke didn't reply. Chandler opened her mouth to speak again, but was caught off guard as someone walked into the bathroom.

She immediately recognized the other girl as Veronica Sawyer. Mega nerd.

Chandler watched Veronica with narrowed eyes as she scribbled something into the stupid notebook she was holding. Suddenly Ms. Fleming walked in.

"Ah, Heather and Heather," The old woman said.

Chandler rolled her eyes.

"And Heather," Ms. Fleming added, wrinkling her nose at the sound of Duke throwing up.

"You're late for class, didn't you hear the bell? And where's your hall pass?" Ms. Fleming questioned.

Suddenly Veronica held out a piece of paper.