Jason Dean (or JD for short) was the new guy at Westerburg. He was a lone wolf, it seemed. You didn't even know his name yet. But he had caught your attention. He was so attractive to you. You had a huge crush on him.

You were going to a party with Heather Chandler. One of the three Heathers, who you did not like. Not one bit. But, they were your friends. And they were popular, which made you popular. She stopped at a gas station. She wanted you to get her corn nuts. BBQ, of course. While you were looking around and browsing, Jason came out of basically nowhere, holding a slushy. Cherry. No way. Cherry was your favorite, too. He stopped when he saw you, smiling a little. He had noticed you at school earlier today. You seemed to have caught each other's eyes.

"Ah, hey. You're the blue girl from school."

You found what he said to be humorous. The blue girl. He was right. You did always wear that blue outfit. The one that matched all of the other Heathers'. Heather Chandler wore red, Heather Duke wore green, and Heather McNamara wore yellow. And you wore blue. Of course, you were the only person in the Heathers' group who didn't have the name Heather. You didn't really fit in. You weren't like them.