Heathers: The Chansaw Edition

Being Heather

Heather Chandler isn't bothered by anything.

That's my mantra. I looked into the mirror and wiped off a bit of my deep red lipstick where it had smudged. I admired my face in the mirror. After feeling satisfied with my makeup, I stood up.

My red blazer, a deep burgundy color, matched well with the plaid blue skirt I had picked out earlier this morning. I have always felt safer decked out in red, it's my go to armor against the outside world.

I grabbed the keys to my red Porsche and left my house, speeding down the street to school. I didn't have anyone but the maids to say goodbye to, so I didn't say goodbye at all. My parents weren't around anymore, they were too busy with work and travel. To be honest, they probably hadn't seen me off to school since I was in 4th grade.

This didn't matter though, I have always taken control of my own life.  I'm the queen bitch of Westerburg and no one gets in my way. No one gets me flustered, and no one ever will, I thought confidently. Though yet another voice in my head whispered, No one but Veronica Sawyer. My grip on the steering wheel tightened.

No. I will not think of her now. I still hadn't come up with a reasonable enough excuse as to why I had let her into our exclusive group two weeks ago. I needed one soon though. The others were breathing down my neck about it.

When I turned into the parking lot and pulled up next to Heather's Jeep, I took a few deep breaths. I had to calm my nerves before a long day at school. In and out. I told myself. At the last exhale, I put on the bitchy expression that hadn't changed since freshman year. I rolled my shoulders back and exited my car.

As I started walking towards the entrance, my eyes scanned for Heather and Heather. However, all I found was Veronica. Great. Because I'm totally prepared to deal with her first thing in the morning. I said to myself. I can't deal with this right now.

I had decided that I was going to blow past her until I noticed that her makeup was not up to the "Heathers" standard. I swore and began marching towards her. As I got closer, she noticed my presence. Fear creeped into her features. This wasn't an uncommon reaction from those who I approached at school, but something felt different with her. Instead of satisfaction, I felt awkward and ashamed. I thought, What is wrong with me today?

Once within speaking distance, I said, "Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Sawyer, we need to talk about your appearance." Luckily, my tone held its normal snarky attitude and I motioned for her to follow behind me. Despite my trepidation with being around her, I knew that the last thing I needed was for others to notice her subpar makeup job. I couldn't let our reputation be muddled by the newbie.

She was quiet behind me as we floated to the nearest bathroom. After locating the one near the cafeteria, I took a step back and kicked open the door. I've always had a passion for dramatic entrances. As the door slammed against the wall, I did not hesitate to burst in. Two freshman girls were inside, gossiping about something unimportant. When they saw me though, they scurried out as fast as their spindly legs could carry them.

When the door closed, I turned towards Veronica. "Your makeup is not up to standard, Sawyer. We need to fix that, now don't we?" Veronica nodded her head, knowing full well that I had left no room for any other response.

I pulled out the makeup kit from my purse and grabbed the supplies needed to fix her makeup. I stepped towards Veronica and she began to back away. This annoyed me and I grabbed her face with more force than I intended. I winced at that inwardly but continued to look at the subpar job she had done this morning. As I looked over her face, I found my mind wandering. She really does have good bone structure, her face is gorgeous.