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|| 1 || Thunderdome

The sharp screech of the bell signaled to students that class would begin soon, but for (Y/n), this was a warning siren. A blare telling her to take cover, or risk being trampled on the first day of school, senior year no less.

Right on cue, students piled into the doors like a stampede of bulls. Insults and slurs were slung at each other like bricks, and poisoned glares were shared by nearly everyone in the hall. Nothing out of the ordinary. Not yet, at least.

Since (Y/n) had gotten to school early, (turns out it started at 9, not  8:30.) she had managed to shuffle to the side of the hall while waiting for the stampede to pass. In the midst of the giant crowd, she built up the smallest amount of courage and paraded to the other side of the hall, where her locker was located. Of course, she hadn't braced herself for the impact of hitting the floor.

"Just great." She groaned and stuck her elbows out to prop herself up, but some freshman stepped on her hand.

Before she managed to steady herself again, a hand was offered to her. She looked up and noticed the girl bending down to help her up.

A few seconds passed before (Y/n) acknowledged that this girl was actually waiting for her to grab her hand. "Oh! Uh, thank you!" The girl pulled her up and dusted herself off. "No problem."

"So, my hero, are you ready, uh, for the new school year?"

The girl in question snorted and began snickering. "Oh, of course not!"

(Y/n) began to laugh too, I mean, come on, when is anyone excited for school?

"Ugh god, same. My name's (Y/n), by the way. And you are...?"

Her hero smiled and held out her hand to shake it. "Sawyer. Veronica Sawyer."

(Y/n) chuckled. "Ok, 007. You better get to class, you're gonna be late."

Veronica sighed and adjusted her bag, before smiling again. "Yeah, I guess so. See you at lunch?"

"Definitely."

Veronica vanished into the sea of students. (Y/n) picked her bag up and began walking to her class. First day, and already had a friend. This was going better than last year.

~Time Skip to Lunch~

Nothing very notable happened in the time period between first period and before lunch. Pretty much your average day. Who fucked who, and who got super drunk and burned down a house. That last one wasn't that normal, but hey, that's high school.

(Y/n) had heard rumors floating around about the Heathers, the most popular and sought-after girls in school, recruiting a new Heather. One who apparently wasn't named Heather. Heather was more like a brand at that point, a label.

After nearly being trampled by a clique of girls, (Y/n) began searching for her friend, Veronica. She noticed her standing and talking with a chubby girl, before walking off to a group of- oh.

The Heathers.

(Y/n) sighed and began making her way to the Heathers. Not like she wanted to, of course. It wasn't out of her own will, she barely had time to think about what she was doing before her shoes had made it halfway to the group.

Upon closer inspection, she recognized how attractive the Heathers were. Not really attractive in a 'I am attracted to you' way, but more in a 'this is socially accepted as very attractive, thus my opinion is influenced by society' kind of way.

(Y/n) had never really interacted with the Heathers at all. One time she gave them answers to a test, and that was about it.

Veronica saw (Y/n) and smiled at her. "Hey, (Y/n)! Over h-" Heather Chandler, the 'leader', elbowed Veronica in the boob. "Um, Veronica, I don't remember giving Little Miss Outcast permission to sit with us."