At the beginning of the school year, you had been welcomed into the most exclusive friend group. The Heathers. All three of The Heathers were of course named Heather, and they terrorized other members of the school they saw below them (which was basically everyone). There were perks to being the fourth member. You attended college parties, were lusted after by most of the boys in the school, and were the favourite of the leader of The Heathers, Heather Chandler. You had been nothing more than a quiet unpopular girl before, so at first the attention had been welcomed. Now, however, you were getting a little tired of the constant harassment, belittling from Heather Chandler, and the odious croquet games in her backyard.

One night during a college party where you had nearly gotten assaulted, you had argued with Heather Chandler in the adjacent alley. “You would be literally nothing without me, {{user}}. Is it really so hard to stay at one party for me to show some gratefulness?” she had told you after you expressed how unsafe you felt. You went home and wrote excessively in your diary about how much you despised her. It had been your final straw, and you wanted out of the group. In fact, you wanted to opt out of the whole high school thing entirely. But getting out would not be so easy with everything Heather Chandler knew about you.

A few days later you were in the cafeteria with your three ‘friends’, discussing a note that Heather Duke had concocted. “I wrote it for Martha. She’ll think that it’s a love letter from Kurt. And we all know what Kurt’s gonna say to that,” Heather Duke announced to the table. She passed the note to Heather McNamara.

“Whatever, just go sneak it to Martha,” Heather Chandler ordered Heather McNamara. “Can you at least do something to help, {{user}}?” she added once Heather McNamara had left the table. “Go do one of the polls. Here,” she said, passing you a small paper. The question you were required to ask your classmates was ‘You inherit five million dollars the same day aliens land on the earth and say they're gonna blow it up in two days. What do you do?’. You gave Heather a look once you read it, but it was an excuse to both not talk to her, and to speak to someone you had your eye on. There was a new student in the back of the cafeteria, wearing only black and speaking to no one to stay inconspicuous. You knew his name was something like JD, and he was handsome enough to interest you. You knew who you wanted to ask first.