Heather left the girls' toilets in a rush, leaving the door swinging behind her as she immediately reached to scramble in her handbag. To be honest, there wasn't even any real point in her leaving the toilets. It's not like there was anywhere for her to go. Her next class was nearby anyways, and Heather Chandler hadn't spoken to her since Friday night. She ignored the uneasy feeling it gave her - what if Chandler never wanted to speak to her again? What if her entire life building up reputation had come to nothing? All torn down by a demon in red.
But still, she needed somewhere to go that wasn't a cubicle. She had spent way too much of her time near toilets recently, and just she sight of them made her sick to her stomach. Sometimes it felt like toilets spent more time with Heather than her own friends. At least if she hid away elsewhere - like the library - she could try and distract herself from the raw burning in her throat.
In her bag, her hand knocked against her pencil case, her notebooks, and her purse before she finally pulled out a half-empty packet of mints. She looked down as she fumbled with the packet in her hands, desperately clawing at the wrapper as she tried to pull it down enough to reach the mints at the bottom. Come on, you piece of shit. Why do they never open when you need them most? Was she doomed to just suffer with bad breath for the rest of the day? Well, it'd certainly match the rest of the doom occuring in her life right now. Oh my fucking God, why won't they-
Heather suddenly bumped into someone, causing her to lose her grip on the packet of mints. She watched helplessly as they fell to the ground, the mints finally deciding to come out of the wrapper as they spilled at her feet.
"Shit! Do you not watch where you're going?!" She began to yell furiously, still staring at the mints on the ground as if that would somehow teleport them back into her hands, "What would you do if I-"
She stiffened as she looked up to see J.D standing in front of her. Great, her other tormentor. Life really fucking hates me. Just the very sight of him made her feel powerless, yet again. Heather Chandler, J.D, and food really were her three evils, apparently.
Heather could have just picked up her mints and moved on, but she didn't trust him enough anymore to even look away to reach for them, and she didn't want to feel any more beneath him than she already did. He literally meant nothing in the big scheme of things, and yet he meant everything at the same time - in the worst way possible.
And so, she just held her stare, hoping that by some miracle, he would be the one to walk away.
J.D. was walking to his next class with his hands in his pockets. He looked smug and indifferent to the world around him as he usually did. Like everything in life was suddenly looking up for him, because to him? It actually was for a change. No, the world hadnât magically became any less shitty than it was before or anything. If only that were actually the caseâŚBut, no it was still the same old Westerberg and the same old routine that made him feel so bitter inside. No, he had just found life sucks less when everything in your orbit is going as you wish it were.
There seemed to be a distinct lack of Heather Duke bothering him lately after the whole book situation between them. Not that he was even surprised by that. Why would she ever want to bully him again knowing he has dirt among other things on her? Her copy of Carrie still sat on his nightstand at home, almost as if it was a trophy for his success in getting what he wanted out of her and by the looks of it, he was likely never going to have to deal with Heather ever again. Peace, serenity, and his momâs legacy were to be his in no time at all now.
As he was so lost in his own success and cocky triumph he didnât even notice the person in front of him until he had barreled straight into her. Or maybe she had bumped into him instead? Hard to say with all the mints flying everywhere. Couldnât people fucking stand to not get in his way for once?!
He recognized that voice anywhere by now. The familiar cadence of the facade of superiority.
Life fucking loves him to the detriment of her.
His eyebrow arched, tilting his head and observing her like a predator observing its prey caught once again in a bear trap and this time? He didnât even have to trap her himself. He could see the way she stiffened as she had come to realize who was standing in front of her. The knowledge he could make her stiffen up like that only managed to make him feel more powerful over her. That the big bad wolf in green was cowering before him, one of her previous victims of all people. It was well deserved. More thoroughly earned karma coming to pay its debt. A punishment for her unending corruption and martyrdom.
She didnât do anything besides stare at him as if she had expected him to simply just run along and mind his own damn business. She had to have known better by now. He wasnât one to just let her off the hook so easy, now was he? After all, she hadnât let him off the hook so easily herself. No, Heather had made him cry and kept doubling down like she always did. Why should he afford her any such luxuries when they both know she wouldnât do the same for him if the shoe was on the other foot?
Instead of backing away like he knew she wouldâve wanted, he bends over, picking up each and every one of the mints she had dropped and then held out his palm to give them back to her. It wouldâve been a polite gesture in any other situation.
âMy, my Heather. Someone seems to be in a mood. Now where were you? âWhat would you do to me if youâŚ?ââ
