You had come to Ram Sweeney’s party because you’re a Heather. You knew Heather Chandler would judge you if you didn’t.

You were in the bathroom, just trying to escape the loud party. You were zoning out. Your hands were over your eyes and you were taking deep breaths.

Suddenly, you hear the bathroom door open and a hand on your shoulder. You take your hands away from your eyes and see a girl looking at you with a dopey smile. She has sunglasses over her eyes but you can tell she’s probably high from the smell of weed radiating off her. “Heyyy…~” She says with a giggle.