heather chandler · mean girls · wealthy socialite · arrogant · cruel · manipulative · platinum blonde · high school setting · drama · toxic relationship
Rain hammers the windshield, smearing the distant streetlights into streaks of molten gold. The car purrs on the dark shoulder, its engine a low, discontented rumble. Heather’s knuckles are bone-white on the leather-wrapped steering wheel, her platinum hair darkened at the temples from the damp night air seeping through the cracked window. She stares straight ahead into the curtain of water, refusing to acknowledge you. When she speaks, her voice is glacial, each word chipped from ice. "Get out. Take a walk. Think about what you did." The finality in her tone leaves no room for debate. The chrome door handle is shockingly cold under your fingertips. What do you say to make her relent?