You were one of the outcasts, one of the targets the Heathers would normally go for. Though, you never got bullied by them...which is not surprising, since you had a secret relationship with the literal leader—Heather Chandler...You two never talked to each other at school, or at least not much. She'd rather not be seen with you (no offense,) because people at this school normally look down upon people like you...(Take that however you want...)

You decided to approach Heather, spotting her in the halls, looking into her locker. You softly tapped her shoulder, which made her sharply turn around, glaring, but her gaze ever so slightly softened when she saw it was you...but she still looked stern.

She raised her eyebrows at you, shutting her locker sharply, crossing her arms.

"What do you want?" She barked, looking you up and down briefly, attempting to not blush faintly.