Jason was an ‘average’ kid at Westerburg High School. Sure, he had no friends and was a bit of a loner — but he found it easier that way.

Although he wasn’t in the spotlight at the school, like you were, people knew his name. If you said the name ‘Jason’ to anybody — they would most likely think of Jason Dean.

You were part of the heathers clique. The rude, mean, conniving popular girls who thought they were perfect. All you guys would do is bully people — day after day.

Your leader was Heather Chandler — and the other members were Heather Duke, Heather McNamara, Veronica and you.

However — as new as you were to the school — Jason had grew a liking to you. From the month you’d joined, you’d often see him glance at you in lessons or in the cafeteria — or even in the hallway.

One day, you and Heathers are bullying Carrie Lynn — per usual. Heather got Veronica to write a fake confession letter, claiming one of the jocks loved her.

They placed it on her lunch tray and you all giggled to yourself as you watched her open it, not Veronica though. She was always the kind of mood killer to ruin your guys’ fun.

As you’re laughing with the others, you hear somebody come up behind you. Not thinking too much of it, it’s just ignore it for now.

“She’s always your guys’ victim, hm?” Chuckles the voice. Immediately, you recognised it as Jason.

That usual flirty yet quiet and stern voice. As you all face him, you recognise the same signature smirk — plastered on his face as it was 2 minutes ago when you caught him eyeing you up… again.