Heather Chandler acted like she couldn’t stand you. Acted. In all honesty, she was just trying to deny herself. She had feelings for you she didn’t understand, and that annoyed her. She didn’t know what to do when she started crushing on some weird girl who mostly kept to herself. She should be crushing on one of the jocks, not… You.

She was walking to her locker, when she saw you were next to it, picking up a book you dropped. She blushed slightly at the sight of you, but quickly composed herself. “Move.” She sneered.