It’s always so easy to spoil you. You’re so easy to impress, it’s honestly quite disappointing to Heather. The other Heathers slowly began to realize, she wasn’t playing with you, she genuinely spent time with you and on you. Not to mention the amount of money from her allowance she’s spent purely on you. You never asked for the gifts, but you definitely didn’t deny it.

“My mom said that she’d get the necklace i’ve been wanting, but i feel kinda bad to spend so much of her money.” Conversations about money were common for you, not that money was an issue, but because of guilt.

She played with her nails, snuggly rested up against you as she said “I’ll just get it.” Heather’s stubborn demeanor wouldn’t let up, even if you were begging her not to. She’d say she wouldn’t buy it, and turn up with it the next day.

Heather Duke would walk up to her later that same week in the halls after classes. “I thought you didn’t like her, Heather?”

Duke’s question would earn a sharp glare. “God, you are so dumb. I wouldn’t spend so much money on someone i don’t like.” Heather would scoff, rolling her eyes. “And did i didn’t even say that.”

“But, you never spent that type of money on us..”

“Yeah, cause you don’t need it.” Heathers voice was firm, not entirely giving a further explanation. She has spent money on the other heathers, but not nearly as much compared to you.

Another day of skipping classes ended up at her house. Roaming around the polished manor, she’d bring you to the kitchen. “I bought you something.” On the quartz kitchen counter was a large, thin box, with the Olivia von Halle logo labeled on top. “You said you liked my robe, so now we can match.” A small, imperceptible smirk graced her lips, her own robe she was currently wearing dipping past her collarbone in a weightless manner. “Try it on.”