My Crappy Heathers Oneshots (Requests Closed)

Heathers x Tomboy! Athletic! Reader

A/N: oh gosh my first request, I never knew someone would actually request here, I also have really low self-esteem and most people know that. So thanks @eccyuk for being the first person to suggest a story idea into this book. Sorry if it wasn't what you wanted though.

Y/N's POV
"ToUcHdOwn!!" And the boys go wild, some in shock, some chanting Y/N's name. (I don't know shit about football so don't kill me pls)

"Good job Y/N, maybe your better than just eye-candy." Ram shouted across the field.

"You're still not getting away from cow-tipping though, meet us with the Heathers today at the pasture." Kurt said flirtatiously.

I rolled my eyes at the tall and muscular football player, waving off his offer.

"Oh shit, we're going to have so much fun!"

-time skippp to lunch or recess or whatever-

"So, we heard you're going to date-rape huh?" Heather Chandler asked while stepping towards me with her whole clique.

"You are not going there like that, honey. But I would kill to have your body." Heather Duke said, I surprisingly was flattered until Heather Chandler cut her off with her signature 'shut-up, Heather!'. A faint 'sorry, Heather' was heard after. Heather McNamara stayed quiet but looked at me with a soul-piercing glare.

Heather Chandler dragged my greasy-ass-self to the bathroom and her minions followed like her servants.

I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed, slicked-back ponytail, absolutely no makeup on, football team jacket over a red t-shirt and skinny jeans. I looked not so bad, or so I thought. 'Your hair is so oily, when did you last shower?', 'What's wrong with your shirt, did you drop a whole box of pizza on it?', ' I hate that jacket on you, it's gotta go.'. But among all the hate I got, I heard McNamara say that my skin was so clear, it could pass as a face full of foundation.

"Your gonna have to go through a lot of work."

"But what if I don't wanna go through a lot of work?"

"Well shit, you have no choice. If you wanna get laid, you gotta look the part." Heather, Heather and Heather said in unison. It was creepy.

First, I had to say goodbye to my lovely football jacket. It was my prized possession, I was the only girl in the football team, I was proud to wear it.

"NOOOOO! Why did you have to do that? I love that jacket." I screamed. They all just sat there and continued with their so-called 'makeover'.

Next, of course was my stained-red-smelly-t-shirt. I had it since I was in freshman year. I had gone through everything in that shirt, Sophomore year, my first bully, my first breakdown in the bathroom.

Third, was my skinny-jeans. Honestly, I wasn't so sad of getting rid of them, I hated how they were so tight around my legs. The only reason I wore them was because they were the only clean pants I had.

My converse were literally chucked into the trashbin, it was too late to retrieve them as they were already trapped in the sticky-mess of the used-pads and tissues.

They assembled a new outfit for me, it was slutty, of course, I mean the people who chose it were thots themselves but I couldn't complain. If I did, I'd probably be blackmailed by other students because I didn't accept something from the queens themselves.

I looked into the mirror and saw the 'new and improved' version of myself. They put me in a white blazer, shoulder-pads and everything. They buttoned it up all they way to my discomfort. Heather. D suggested that I wore black knee-length socks and a really tight and short mini-skirt. They'd caked my face full of makeup, it felt like another 5 pounds added to my weight. So much skin was exposed that I felt like I was almost getting frostbite from it. But now not only do I have to suffer, but also, it'll be harder for me to run away from the boys. I was in for a rough night.