Chapter 2

Vannessa allowed herself to be escorted by the two Heather's at her side like body guards. Their heels clacking on the laminate floor.

Heather Chandler stood out among the crowd. By her table. She was holding a clipboard and seemed to sense their presence, as she turned mid sigh to face them.

"Hello Heather." Said vannessa, feeling she should go along to what misfortune should occur.

"Veronica. Finnally."

Heather was looking as iconic as ever. Her hair half up in her massive red scrunchie. Her shoulder padded gray plad coat, and red shorts that were so big one might have thought they were a skirt. But hey, this was 1989.

Heather sighed again before starting in an annoyed but prissy voice.

"I want you to forge a hot and horny, but realistically low key note in Rams handwriting, we can slip it onto Martha dumptrucks lunch tray"

Vannessa felt the soft giggle behind her. Heather and Heather must be giggling away as if it we're a kindergarten play and not real life.

She scanned her brain for Veronicas next words.

"C'mon heather I don't have anything against Martha dunnstock." She made a point in using Martha's real last name.

"You don't have anything for her either!"

She looked up at the ceiling while clutching her clip board before bringing her eyes back to Vanessa. "Come on, it'll be very. It'll give her-" she bounced slightly on the balls of her red slip on.

"Shower nozzle masturbation material for weeks!"

Her eyes lit up as if this was a joke.

Vannessa thought again.

"I'll think about it."

Heather Chandler narrowed her eyes at her.

"Don't think"

Heather turned to the other 2 heathers sh hadn't noticed were now standing next to her rather than behind.

"Veronica needs something to write on." She pointed her pen at heather Duke.

"Heather, bend over."

And, despite all of the table space, heather Duke reluctantly bent over, and Veronica wrote the letter on her back using the clipboard.

After it was done, vannessa handed the note to heather Chandler, who, grinning, handed it to heather McNamara who snuck accross the caf to Martha. She aneakily pushed the folded note onto Marthas tray under her arm as she looked away at an unknown being. Heather m returned esatic. Mean while that one blonde dude was yelling from his feed the world booth. " Come one! Step up guys! Those tater tots u throw away could feed a whole ton of homeless children!"

As the Heather's and vannessa sat down at the table. "God, aren't they fed yet?" Heather m said as she glanced back at Pete.

"Don't they have Thanksgiving in africa-?"

Vanessa almost broke character to laugh at Heather's stupidness.

"Yeah.. pilgrims.. tator tots. It's a big party continent"

Heather c sighed again. "Veronica do u know what time it is?"

Vannessa thought hard.

"Uh... A lunch time poll-?"

Heather c squinted her eyes at vannessa. Wich wasn't a worry to her, she always did that to Veronica.

"So what's the question heather?" Piped up heather Duke from heather M's side of the table.

"God damnit heather, u were with me in study hall when I thought of it!"

Heather Duke slowly looked down at her nails then back up again.

"I forgot."

Heather Chandler sighed.

"Such a pillowcase."

And so vannessa and Heather Chandler went from table to table, clique to clique. Asking Heather's ridiculous question, and listening to their selfish answers. Vannessa thought the whole time. "Wouldn't I have woken up by now-?" She pinched her hand, nothing happened.

"Pinching is over rated" she muttered to herself. Finnally, after about 30 minutes of hell, all 3 Heather's and vannessa found themselves in the bathroom with make up all over the counters.

"Veronica?... Could you come here for a second?" Vannessa had been dreading this moment.

She looked up at heather Chandler.

"A true friends work is never done."

She wigged lher finger at heather Chandler.

As she turned away, both heather m and c said in perfect unison, "gross"

There vannessa was. Helping heather Duke throw up. As heather flushed the vomit down the toilet, vannessa wiped her finger clean.

"Maybe you should see a doctor heather." Heather Duke looked back up at her. And for the first time, vannessa sympathy for her least favorite heather. She felt compassion. She felt sorry for the bitch.

"Yeah... Maybe I should."

Heather Chandler voice came from the outside. "Grow up Heather, bulimia is so 87'."

The Heather's all started to pack their make-up, up.

As they walked in, it happened the moment vannessa had been waiting for. Meeting JD. Heather Mcnamara leaned in to vannessa's ear and whispered words she already knew.

"His name's Jason dean. He just moved here. He's in my English lit class." Vannessa moved towards him clutching Heather's clipboard accross her chest. Walking up to the sexy boy she would call her boyfriend soon...

His eyebrows raised. His calm voice proclamied, "greetings and salutations."