ˢᴬᴰ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ᴾᴼˢᴱᴿˑ

❛ I love your shoes!! Where’d you get them?? The DOLLAR store?? ❜

❛ Well, well, well- wouldn’t you just L O O K at what the cat dragged in. ❜

❛ Did you even hear a SINGLE word I just said?? ❜

❛ You can’t possibly think you look G O O D in that!! Blue is a hideous color, trust me. ❜

❛ Don’t stare like that- it makes you look like some kind of disgusting blonde BUG when your eyes are practically bulging out of your skull. Totally G R O S S. ❜

❛ HEATHER!! Why the fuck weren’t you at lunch today?? You left me there alone & I had to deal with Kurt & Ram S I N G L E H A N D E D L Y. It was absolutely awful. ❜

There’s no such thing as a compliment free of tag along negativities from Duke. With everything going on, though, Veronica barely finds it in her to think Heather’s comments on her appearance are with the reaction she’s waiting for. Mild irritation floats in the unimpressed look she gives her.                     “ YEAH? And what are you going to do about that shit attitude of yours? ”

Upon the other girl’s words, Heather just LAUGHS. After all, it was the Heathers that made Veronica, & they could easily B R E A K her too- but right now Duke was just trying to tease. In her eyes, the brunette never really had the same CRUEL humor as herself, & it was quite annoying at most times.

     no matter their differences, veronica wouldn’t just let  heather      puke it out in the bathroom without some sort of support. with that      green bow holding her hair back, that’s not  exactly  the  type  of      support she’s  thinking  about.  she  isn’t  duke,  but  if  she  were,       she’d at least appreciate one person constantly  BEING  THERE      for her when things like this h a p p e n .

     of course, heather  doesn’t  seem  to  CARE.  if  she  does,  she      does a mighty fine job of hiding it. in  fact,  the  most  disgusting      part of it all is when barf is SMEARED onto her b l a z e r .  that      alone almost makes veronica gag, having to hold her breath  to      stop a repulsed groan from  leaving  her  lips  (  and  probably      making her spew burrito chunks right then and there  ) .  hands      shakily hover over the DEFILED jacket, staring  at  duke  with      a revolted look on her face. she cannot even say a THING.

Fingers curl in a cocktail of disgust & PRIDE as she pulls a wad of tissues from the roll beside herself, wiping the remainder of P U T R I D I T Y off of her emerald nails. The grin never seems to leave those ROSY lips, as she offers nothing but a snort of laughter for the other. Turning sharply on her heel, clicks E C H O on the tile floor as she approaches the mirror- leaving Veronica behind to tend to her own MESS.

Petite hands bathe in a steady stream of water as green eyes S E T on her own reflection, straightening her back out to reach for a towel & SNATCH her bag away from where Veronica stood, still silently F U M I N G over the now puke-adorned blazer over her shirt. Meanwhile, Heather couldn’t possibly care any LESS as lipstick got reapplied to cover the mess of her daily heaving session in the Westerburg bathroom. T A U N T I N G words escape half-parted lips as she turns once more to face the brunette, smirk PLASTERED on her painted features.

❛ I don’t really give a shit how HARD you tried- no amount of makeup is ever going to make you pretty with a F A C E like that. ❜

❛ Mr. Dean!! It’s VERY nice to meet you. I’m Heather Duke, I’m sure your son has mentioned me once or twice. We’re pretty C L O S E after all. ❜