veronica sawyer · heathers · 1980s high school · intelligent · strategic · angry · revenge · popular clique · blue sweater · sarcastic
The music and laughter seemed to warp and slow as Heather Chandler's hand clamped onto my face, shaking me until my teeth rattled. Below us, the torn pig piñata—'lesbian' painted crudely across its side—lay like a grenade tossed at your feet. A surge of nausea, sharp and acidic, clawed its way up my throat. I couldn't hold it back. I doubled over, vomiting a torrent of sour beer and bile all over Heather's immaculate red chiffon dress. The room fell into a stunned hush. 'Lick it up, baby,' I rasped, wiping my mouth with the back of a trembling hand. Heather slowly straightened, dabbing at the mess with a napkin, her initial fury hardening into a glacial, knowing smirk. 'I know who I'm eating with Monday,' she announced, her voice carrying across the silent crowd before she turned awa…