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[Text: Heather] Idk??? Football crap???

[Text: Heather] I’ll see what I can do

[ text: duke ] well tell them that i’’ m more important !!

[text: heather!] but?? its not rly important bc?? [text: heather!] im sorry  [text: heather!] its just heather i promise

[ text: mac ] and what are you being so secretive about?

“Oh PLEASE Heather, a few droplets of a colorless scentless substance isn’t going to do SHIT to your skirt. Now if I were to dump a can of SODA on it…”

Laughing slightly at the girl’s words, JD shook his head.

“See, that doesn’t give me what I want.” He knew she probably had more power over him - overall - but he had some power over her too. Whatever she could do to him, didn’t scare him.

He’d had worse than a bitchy teenage girl.

          What he wanted was impossible. If she caved for one of the weirdos, then everyone at school would want to hold hands and sing. That wasn’t how the world worked, and he needed to get over it. 

          Heather snorted and said, “No. Not a chance. Why don’t you put your toy away and get a real hobby? Breaking into houses with a gun is going to make you wind up in jail one of these days.” 

heather tapped her fingers together, scrunching her nose up in concentration, trying to think of the PERFECT question to ask.

“mix kurt and ram’s name’s up for like, a week, on purpose? they get annoyed with it, but it’s so funny.”

it wasn’t that funny, people get annoyed with her was never funny, but it was the best she could think of.

          “Done.”

          It was simple. A little on the clean side, but it would be amusing for a while. She doubted they’d even be annoyed. Kurt and Ram would scratch their heads like the idiot baboons they were. Idiots.

[text: heather!] just?? someone??

[text: heather!] it’s not Important

[ text: mac ] it’s important if i say it is.

[ text: mac ] who.

[ text: mac ] are.

[ text: mac ] you.

Nodding nervously, Brian gripped onto the sleeves of his coat. At least she was letting him in… Right? With his heart pounding, he stepped inside and nervously smiled at her before she turned away.

Suddenly there was a finger in his face and he was stepping back slightly. “S-sure! I won’t ruin anything, I p-promise!”

He had already caught sight of a couple of people smoking weed. With an awkward wave to Heather, Brian quickly made his way over to them - asking for a smoke.

          Heather watched him from afar, a little taken aback when he went directly to the stoners. She hadn’t expected someone so straight-edge to go for weed. 

          She wondered if he really knew what it was or if he thought it was tobacco. With her hand on her hip, she stared him down, waiting on him to make the wrong move. Then again, showing up as a nobody and asking for free weed was a bad move in itself. 

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