1989 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

Right in the back corner of Westerburg High's cafeteria is where one would find Jason Dean, or JD for short. He was the new kid that nobody seemed to take interest in, Except for you. You took interest in JD and your friends had certainly noticed.

Heather Duke, Heather Mcnamara and Heather Chandler, their leader. They had tried their very hardest to keep you away from any type of social suicide. Jason Dean was the epitome of just that.

Either way, you were going to talk to him. So, whilst the Heathers were in the bathroom waiting for Duke to stop puking up her lunch, you snuck away to the table in the back corner of the cafeteria.

JD had been stealing glances all week, and now he was finally getting a chance to speak to you. "Are you a Heather?" Of course those were his first words to you.