"Let's Make This Beautiful~" | Prinxiety?

Chapter 2 - "Are We Gonna Have A Problem?"

Anxiety's P.O.V

It's been 3 weeks since the Heathers let me into their group and we became friends– Actually, I don't think 'friends' is the right word, more like, the Heathers are the people I work with. And our job is..being popular and stuff? Eh, who cares, I'm awesome now!

I was walking into the cafeteria when I heard I voice behind me. "Hey, Anxiety!" Kindness.. I felt a ping of guilt struck me, I forgot that I left her..
"Hey." I reply simply, smiling at her.
"You-You really do look beautiful these days..!"
"Aww, thank you, but I'm still the same underneath."
"..Are you sure..?" Her smile fades as she looked down a bit.
"Oh. Look, I'm really sorry I flaked movie night last weekend. I-I just had a lot going on.."
"I get that! You're with the Heathers now! That's exciting..!"
"Hah, yeah, it's whatever."

"Anxiety! Heather says to haul ass to the pronto."
I quickly turn around to see HeatherD glaring at me with his arms crossed.
"How very..." I mumble, rolling my eyes. He walks away and I look back to Martha, giving her a small wave before following him.
"Anxiety, I need a forged note in Ram Sweeney' hand writing. ..You'll need something to write on, Heather bend over." HeatherC orders, pointing to him. He did as she said, I went over and rested my 'Forging' book on his back.
"Okay, I want it to say this; 'Hello, Beautiful. I've been watching you and thinking about us in the old days. I hope you can come to my homecoming party this weekend. Miss you, Ram.' Oh! And put an 'xo' after the signature!"

After I'd finished writing down all of that, a thought comes to mind. "Who's this for, anyway?"
HeatherC laughed a bit, "I just found out that Ram used to hang out with Martha Dumptruck."
"Well, yeah, in Kindergarten, we all did."
"–We all didn't kiss on the kickball field!" HeatherD interrupted us.
"Oh that's right! I remember..! Ram kissed Martha Dumptruck, it was disgusting." HeatherM made a gagging face.
"Perfect." HeatherC grinned, taking the newly formed note from me.

"It'd feel so right to be in the middle of a Heather Chandler and Anxiety Sawyer sandwich.." Kurt was saying from a table near us, well, close enough for us to hear it.
"Yeah, punch it in!" Ram laughed. They both went for a fist bump.

"Ram!" HeatherC called for him, taking a step forward and gesturing for them to come over. Ram walked over slowly, obviously confused, Kurt following him quickly.
"Be a sweetie, and give this note to Martha Dumptruck for me?~" She put on a soft voice, leaning in and holding the note to his chest.
"What?! No!" I snapped, going over.

They all ignored me. "Since when did you talk to her?" Ram questioned, starting to open it.
"Oh, don't read it! She's having an extra heavy flow and wanted some advice from me." HeatherC said, smirking at their reactions. "Ew! Gross!" He quickly gave the note back, which I gladly took, before dragging Kurt away.

"What are you doing?" HeatherC growled, looking at me.
"Please don't do this.. Not to Martha."
"What..?!" HeatherD whined, "It'll give her shower nozzle masturbation material for weeks,—"
"Shut up Heather!"
"Sorry Heather..."
I sighed and turned back to HeatherC, "Martha has had a thing for Ram for like, 12 years now, okay? This-This would kill her."

"Are we gonna have a problem? You got a 'bone to pick'? You've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick? I would normally slap you're face off, and everyone here could watch..! But I'm feeling nice, I'm gonna give you some advice. Listen up, Biotch!" HeatherC growled at me, crossing her arms. "You should already know that I like looking hot, and buying stuff that all these other losers can't, drinking hard, maxin' my Dad's credit card." She grinned, "Skipping gym, scaring her," she gestured to Martha, and then to Kurt, "screwin' him, mainly killer clothes, and kicking nerds in the nose!"

She held my chin in her hand ( again ), glaring at me but still smiling?? "If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls, let your mommy make you a snack. Or you could come smoke, pound some rum and coke in my Porsha with the quarterback..!" As she was saying all this, she took my wrist and made me follow her to the front of the school. I almost tripped over 4 times.

"Honey, whatcha waiting for? Welcome to my candy store, time for you to prove you're not a loser anymore..!" All the Heathers were talking now.. I just rolled my eyes and walked back to the school. "Then step into my candy store..." HeatherC growled, all of them running over to me.
"Guys fall at your feet–" Heather C & M said, putting their hands of their hips.
"–Pay the check, and help ya cheat." HeatherD continued the sentence, crossing his arms.
"All you have to do is say goodbye to Shamoo." HeatherC grinned. How dare she—

"That freak's not your friend, I can tell in the end that if she had your shot,"
"She would leave you to rot!" HeatherD finished McNamara's sentence again.
"'Course if you don't care, fine!, Go braid her hair, maybe Sesame Street is on." HeatherM giggled at her little 'joke', "Or forget that creep."
"And get in her jeep, let's go tear up someone's lawn!" HeatherC gestured to Duke, taking me to the entrance.

"Whatcha waiting for? Welcome to my candy store..! You just gotta prove you're not a pussy anymore..!" HeatherC held up the note she still had, before giving it to HeatherM who ran off. "Then step into my candy store." She then took my two hands and pulled me down, her eyes seemed to sparkle. "You can join the team."
"Or you can bitch and moan." HeatherD frowned.
"You can live the dream!" HeatherC gestured to all of them, HeatherM just coming back.
"Or you can die alone." Hah. Good joke, I'm already gonna die alone.
"You can fly with eagles, or if you prefer," HeatherC helped me up, taking a few steps away along with the others, "Keep on testing me, and end up like her." She snarled, looking at Martha who had rushed over to me.

"Anxiety, look! Ram invited me to his homecoming party..! This proves he's been thinking about me!" Kindness smiled widely at me, waving the note in my face.
I looked to the Heathers, before looking back at Martha, sighing. "Colour me stoked.." I forced on a smile.
"I'm so happy!!" She giggled, walking away, holding 'Ram's note' close to her heart.

"Honey, whatcha waiting fo—" Duke started, just as she was pushed down by Chandler.
"Shut up, Heather!" She then glanced to me. "Step into my candy store!"
HeatherM helped Duke up, before they both continued. "Time for you to prove you're not a lame ass anymore..!"
"Then step into my candy store!" They all snapped at me, HeatherC walking over to me. "It's my candy store, it's my candy, its my candy store, it's my candy, it's my candy store!" She finished off by pushing me over, like she did to HeatherD..

"Oww.." I mumble, seeing all of them walk away except for HeatherM. She ran over to me, helping me up.
"Are you okay..?!" She rambled out a bunch of words I couldn't understand, dusting off my jeans and top.
"Yeah, I'm fine.." I sighed, "Why would you care?"
"W-Well I–"
"Heather! We're waiting!!" HeatherC yelled. HeatherM looked down,
"Let's go.." she whispered, taking my wrist and walking back over to the other two.

This chapter is trash, I'm sorry. Who am I kidding? I'm trash.