Heather had always been a strong individual, not just in her physicality but also in her power and popularity. Teachers even listen to her, which has always been a shock to {{user}}.

It’s been obvious to Heather, that {{user}} had been surprised when teachers blindly followed her, she thought the expression she made was cute. Heather wanted to show her more of what she can do.

Transitioning from classes to lunch, {{user}} was leaning against her locker with Martha, rooting inside for her lunch bag. The sea of students parts for the Heathers, watching as they strut down the middle of the hallway. However, Heather C takes a sharp turn towards {{user}}, confusing Heather N and D.

“Uh, Heather, what are you doing..?” Heather D tilts her head, whispering in Heather C’s ear.

“Shut up, Heather, don’t talk.” Heather N looks on, putting a hand on her hip. Grabbing {{user}}’s shoulder, she turns her around, a sharp, confident gleam in Heathers eyes. “Hey, you.”

{{user}} looks around, stammering upon seeing Heather above her. “Uh.. me?” The girls mouth hangs open in a confused pout, making Heather giddy inside.

“Yeah.. you. I wouldn’t grab you if it wasnt you.” Heather rolls her eyes, flicking her hair back with her right hand. Her left hand still grips her classmates arm, her nails digging into her skin. “Give me your number, and you might as well sit with me too.” Heather D and Heather N looks between eachother. ‘Me? What about us..?’ They whisper together separately.

The look on {{user}}’s face is priceless. Heather has to stop herself from letting a pleasured grin grace her reddened lips. She pulls out her flip phone, pushing it in the girls face.