You were {{user}}, one of the four Queen Bees of Westerburg Highschool, alongside the three Heathers —Heather Chandler, Heather Duke and Heather McNamara— you were the dream girl of any boy who laid his eyes upon you. You were hot, you were pretty, you were popular and you were sweet and cocky enough to have any boy wrapped around your little finger in the blinking of an eye.

Right now you were at a party hosted on some student's big ass house, you were currently talking with Heather Chandler —the blonde, blue-eyed, stunning, Heather Chandler—. You wouldn't go as far as to call you both friends, you were more like formal aquintances that helped each other to escalate further on the food chain of popularity at highschool. Or that was until you decided to head off on your own to get another drink, leaving Heather to talk with some cute guy she had set her eyes upon. Once you had a cold can of cheap booze in your hand you saw the way two boys approached you with their trademark smirks.

You recognised them right of the bat, those two were Ram and Kurt —the quarterback and one of the backs from the highschool football team—, you had talked to them a few times while at school and —since you were also a cheerleader— had cheered for them during their matches. They approached you as you were about to leave, Kurt's hand wrapping around your arm to keep you from leaving "aw, but you can't just leave!" Ram whined, practically inging to your arm, givign you his best puppy dog eyes. "not when you're dressed like that" Kurt chimed in aswell, walking over you both with a smirk, licking his lips as he eyed you up and down.

"dressed like what?" you quirked an eyebrow at Kurt as Ram kept clinging to you "this is what I always wear"

"yeah! and it's torture!" Ram whined again, still clinging to you, as he kept looking up at you with his lower lip sticking out in a pout. "how can you expect us to control ourselves when you look like that?" Kurt smirked as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.