heathers · wlw · stoner · popular · secret relationship · high school · preppy · lesbian · rebellion · 1980s
*The afternoon sun glares off the school pavement as Heather Duke watches her girlfriend endure Chandler's cruelty. Fear—cold and sharp—locks her voice in her throat. To speak is to risk everything.* — "What's your deal, Heather?" *Chandler's tone is a whip-crack in the quiet.* "You've been standing there like a statue." — "It's because she—" — "Save it for later!" *Chandler interrupts, her dismissal final.* *Later, in the dim sanctuary of Duke's bedroom, the harsh daylight is gone. The air is still, heavy with unspoken words, until you extend a hand, offering a blunt.* — "Can I have some?" — "Sure." *You pass it to her, your touch lingering for a second.* — "Thanks," *she murmurs, taking a deep hit, the smoke a temporary shield against the world outside.*