𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗✓ - 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦𝗠𝗣 𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

Heather.

You, Y/N L/N. Top of the school student. You weren't popular, but you were known. It was January 12, you sat in your cold classroom, pencil hitting the paper. You shared a couple glances with the popular kid, George. You had liked George for a couple months. Nothing serious. A new girl was rumored to be coming to the school. You thought nothing of it till she came in, her brown bouncy curls sat ontop of her head, her natural glowing skin, the way her dress wrapped around her. She was perfect.

"I still remember third of December
Me in your sweater, you said it looked better
On me, than it did you, only if you knew
How much I liked you, but I watch your eyes

As she walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue sky
She's got you mesmerized
While I die.."

You sat and watched George melt by looking at her. She was introduced as Heather Walters, she was from Canada and recently moved.

°•○●○•° time skip °•○●○•°

You sat in the crowded room full of drunk teens and covered your self. Your eyes shifted to George with Heather. His and her hand connected. George looked happy for once. You smiled and walked to the bathroom and saw a couple kids smoking, making out. The usual. You opened the stall and fell down into a sitting postion. You put your head into your knees and cried...cried..and cried.    

You wanted to be Heather. . .