Heathers; myg

• Chapter 1 •

Dear diary,

Today's the day. My first day of senior year! But, ya know, I'm not as stoked as I should be, mainly because after all these years, most of these kids have become complete assholes! I mean, I remember being best friends with these people in kindergarten, but I guess over time people change.

~

"Martha Dumptruck! Honk!" I hear a familiar yell from the other side of the cafeteria. I look to see what the problem was, and when I do it was exactly who I thought it was. Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin.

Jeon Jungkook, third year of being line backer, and his eighth year of being a huge dick. Oh, and Park Jimin, quarterback, he is the smartest guy on the football team, which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.

I run over to see what the problem was. When I arrive I see Martha Dunnstocks' tray of breakfast spread on the floor. I also, see Martha on the floor trying to clean up the mess, and Jungkook and Jimin sitting back laughing like a couple of douches.

"Hey, what the hell do you two think your doing. Pick that up right now."

"I'm sorry. Y/n, right?" Jungkook says excusing himself, "but are you actually talking to us?"

I cross my arms and look at the two,"Yes, I am. I want to know what gives you the right, to pick on her. Your nothing but future gas station attendants. "

I let them soak in what I had just told them. They gave me a questionable look, before answering me. "Yeah, what ever, but are you aware of that zit on your forehead." The two laugh at the "hilarious" joke and fist bumped each other before walking away.

I gritted my teeth at them as they walked away. I looked to Martha and stuck my hand out for her to grab. She forces a smile and grabs my hand with one hand and picks her lunch tray with the other.

"Thanks Y/n. I don't think I would have ever had the guts to stand up to them. Especially since Jungkook was involved." Martha says and I look at her confused.

"Yeah, Martha, I don't see what you see in him."

"I have hope, Y/n, hope that maybe he does these things, to get closer to me."

"I guess you could say that." I pat her shoulder and begin to walk away.

"Hey, Y/n," she says. "Yeah?" I say turning around. "Do you think maybe we could-" before she could finish her sentence the bell rung.

"Sorry, Martha, but I have to get to class. Don't wanna be late on your first day of school." I say turning back around and heading to class.

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I began walking down trying to find which way my class was, when all of a sudden people began to make way, make way for the goddesses of the school. The Heathers. I saw them as they walked down the in the same fashion since the fifth grade. Heather Chandler, front and centered, while Heather Duke and Heather McNamara walked beside her, like her little puppy dogs.

Little background about the Heathers. Heather McNamara, her family is rich as hell, her dad sells engagement rings. Heather Duke, she doesn't really have a discernable personality, but what she does have implants, and that's something. Lastly, Heather Chandler, the almighty, the epitome of beauty. No one looks better in red. However, she is mythic bitch. They're solid Teflon, never bothered or harassed. I would give anything to be like them.

I continued walking down the hall, but then the bell rang and I had to run so could find my first class.

I hate first days, I can never find my damn classes

As I keep running, I hear someone in the girl's bathroom... Throwing up? I debate on whether I should help the girl out or not, but then I hear a voice.

"Grow up, Heather. Bulimia is so '87." I hear Heather Chandler say.

"Yeah, Heather I think you should see a doctor." McNamara says.

"Yeah, Heather I think your right. Maybe I should see a doctor." Duke says, not soon after I hear her hurling into her bowl again.

Yeah, I'm not going in there. I thought as I start walking down the hall again. And once again I had to stop, only because I saw Ms. Flemming, the guidance counselor, walking down the hall. I run and hide behind the corner that the girl's bathroom was next to. I guess she must've heard the vomiting, because she turned right into the bathroom the three girls stood in.

"Ah, Heather and Heather." She says before, Heather Duke, began throwing up again. "And Heather. I'm not sure if you heard the bell over all the vomiting, but your late to class."

This is my chance to finally get in with the Heathers.

I pulled out my note book and began to write a pass.

"Heather wasn't feeling so hot. We're helping her." Chandler argues.

"Not with out a hall pass. A weeks detention for all three of you."

She begins to walk out the door and I knew this was my chance.

"Uh, actually, Ms. Flemming!" I say trying to get her attention. I caught her just before she walked out the door, " All four of us are out on a hall pass. Library Aid." She takes my fake note and looks over it before giving it back to me.

"Fine. Get done and get to where your going." She leaves the room and Heather Chandler walks up to me and takes the note from me again and began reading it, while Duke and McNamara read the note from over her shoulders.

"This this forgery is fantastic. Who are you?!" She commands.

"Y/n L/n, I have proposition."

"Proposition?" She questions

I forget the Heathers aren't the smartest.

"A deal." I rephrase

"What deal?" She says in a harsh tone.

"Let me sit with you at lunch, just once, you don't even have to look at me. I just want people to leave me be."  I say and she let's out a laugh, which was followed by her sidekicks' laugh."

"Before you answer, I also do permission slips and absent notes."

"What about prescriptions?" Heather Duke says.

"Shut up, Heather." Heather Chandler says.

"Sorry, Heather."

She walks around me and looks at me up and down. "For a little nobody, you do have great bone structure." She says curling her beautiful red hair around her finger.

"And look at her symmetrical face. If I were to just take a meat cleaver right down the center of her skull, I would have matching halves." Heather McNamara says holding my face and looking into the bathroom mirror.

Weird.

"You could lose a few pounds." Heather Duke says.

Rude.

Heather Chandler gives Duke a look of disapproval then continues what she was saying.

"Y/n, let's go." Chandler says grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the bathroom.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Where going to my house, you need a make over if your going to be hanging with us." She answers.

"Where skipping school!" I exclaim.

"Get over it, We do it all the time." Heather McNamara laughs as we run out the school door and get into Heather Chandlers car.