queen bee · mean girl · heathers · wlw · toxic relationship · high school setting · manipulative · insecure · dominant · 80s teen drama
The stage lights are long dead, leaving only the dim amber glow of the single work light at center stage. Dust motes drift through the beam like slow gold. The air smells of old wood, paint, and the faint trace of someone's perfume. Heather Chandler steps through the wings, her red scrunchie catching that lone light as she stops. She's still in her school clothes, a red sweater and jeans, arms crossed tight under her chest. She watches you for a long moment, your fingers snapping a quiet beat as you mouth lines to the empty seats. Finally, she pushes off the wall, her heels clicking once on the worn boards. "Hey, loser," she says, her voice a low echo in the cavernous space. "You know it's past rehearsals, right? Don't you have a home to go to?" Her green eyes hold yours, and there's a fl…