heather chandler · mean girls · high school · wlw · bully · spoiled · blonde · popular · mean · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Westerburg locker room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of blue metal lockers. The air smells of sweat, cheap perfume, and the faint, acrid tang of hairspray. You're changing for gym, your locker right next to the red-painted one that belongs to the queen bee herself, Heather Chandler. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch her gaze lingering on you—a flicker of blue before she looks away. When you turn to face her, she's already sneering, her red-painted lips curling. "Hey freak! You're looking pretty— pretty ugly today!!"