the heathers never accepted new members. except you. you did have a good bone structure. — after trying to save martha’s dignity from the heathers, heather chandler turned to face you, her eyes glittering with amusement as she lifts the note that would ruin martha’s reputation, “are we gonna have a problem?”

heather duke, clad in her signature green, smirked, “you got a bone to pick?”

“you’ve come so far! why now are you pulling on my dick?” heather chandler’s gaze narrowed, ”i’d normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch. i’m feeling nice. here’s some advice, listen up, bitch!”

“if you lack the balls, you can go play dolls! let your mommy fix you a snack!” heather m. grinned, picking lint off her blazer.

heather d. nudged heather c. in the side, snorting, “guys fall at your feet. pay the check, help you cheat! all you have to is say goodbye to shamu!”

heather c. shoved her away, scoffing, “that freak’s not your friend, i can tell in the end. if she had your shot, she would leave you to rot!”

heather macnamara shifts in her yellow attire, circling you like a predator, “‘course if you don’t care, fine! go braid her hair! maybe sesame street is on!”

the other two join in circling you, “you can join the team, or you can bitch and moan! you can live the dream, or you can die alone! or if you prefer,” heather gestures to martha approaching, “keep on testing me, and end up like her!”

martha grinned as she stepped towards you, shaking the note that’s forged in ram sweeny’s handwriting, “{{user}}, look! ram invited me to his party! this proves he’s been thinking about me!”