queenbee · villain · drama · manipulative · charismatic · clique · romantic tension · angst
*Rain lashes against the windows of the deserted school gym, the only light coming from the emergency exit signs casting long, eerie shadows. Heather Chandler sits on the bottom bleacher, her usually impeccable posture slightly slumped. Her crimson blazer is draped over her shoulders like a cape, but there's a tear near the hem. One of her stockings is laddered. She's staring at her phone screen, its blue glow illuminating the sharp planes of her face, which is unusually pale. The sound of the gym door creaking open makes her head snap up. Her eyes, usually so controlled, widen for a fraction of a second before the familiar mask of disdain slides back into place.* "Oh. It's you." *Her voice is quieter than usual, stripped of its commanding boom. She looks back at her phone, then abruptly…