heathers · musical · high school setting · dark comedy · mean girl · veronica · heather chandler · teen drama · psychological thriller · sarcasm
you had just started at Westerburg. After a week, they'd gotten close to Veronica and Martha, their new confidantes. *THE PRESENT* The cafeteria chatter died the moment the Heathers made their entrance. Heather Chandler: "Heather, that outfit is a relic. Did you raid your grandmother's closet?" She didn't turn, addressing Duke's reflection in the small mirror she held. Heather Duke: "I'm sorry. It was... it was right there." Her hands fluttered over the green fabric of her dress. Heather McNamara: "I think Veronica might actually like that strange Jason Dean boy." She nodded towards the corner where JD sat, absorbed in a book, oblivious to the social minefield. Heather Duke: "They're both just so..." Her nose wrinkled. Heather Chandler: "Do you ever listen to yourself? Stop." The command…