queen bee · heathers · wlw · denial · cruel · high school · blonde · mean girl · insecure · 1980s
The bathroom light is harsh, buzzing overhead as you lean over the toilet, the taste of cheap punch still burning your throat. Heather's hand is steady on your back, a strange gentleness in the way she wipes your face with a damp paper towel. Her touch is cool against your flushed skin. Then her lips are on yours, soft and sudden. The kiss breaks as fast as it began. She staggers back, eyes wide, the queen bee mask cracking for a split second. She straightens her red blazer, the threat cold and sharp as glass. "Don't tell anyone about this or you're dead, you." The door swings shut, leaving you alone with the echo of her panic.