A note, an insult, and tater tots.

All they had to do was wait.

The lipgloss gestapo sat down to eat, heather Chandler sat down as if her seat was a thrown. And everyone else mortal was her subject.

Heather Duke was still visably embarrassed. She sat down while continuously looking over her shoulder to see if prying eyes were whispering. She knew that if a rumor about her got out, heather Chandler would do NOTHING at all about it.

Heather McNamara was empty as always. Her hiding sensitive and decent person self were covered by layers of yellow clothing and shiny lipgloss.

Veronica sighed loudly as she sat down.

Adjusting her skirt so no assholes could convienient fall near her and get a peek...

Near their table, Pete Dawson was rambling with his table setup. Two of his friends were handing out pamphlets that eventually fell from students unwanted hands. A massive picture of a hungry African American child stood in a corner, but of course, no one paid any attention.

Pete was yelling to the crowd of salmon swimming uphill, even though his words were lost by the gossip of this and that.

"Westerburg feeds the world! Come on people, let's give that left-over lunch money to people who don't have lunches... Those tater-tots you throw away..."

Before she became a heather, when she was her own person, she'd give Pete some loose change. He was sweet, but self centered she didn't date him for long. It seems every heather has dated him. Each for their own reasons. Heather Chandler simply because she needed a dick to make her college boyfriend jealous. Heather Duke, because anything heather Chandler did, heather Duke mimicked.

Heather McNamara, to make ram jealous. This failed miserably and the poor guy caught feelings that heather had to roll her eyes at and leave in the gutter.

Heather McNamara sighed as she rested her fluffy head on her hand.

"God, aren't they fed yet?"

She said with awful sarcasm that didn't meet her character well.

In the backround at his booth,Pete was still talking into space. His own words echoing back at him.

"Do they even have Thanksgiving in Africa?"

Veronica barley stiffed a laugh at Heather's stupidness. With her brains, she could be a jock.

"Oh sure, pilgrims... Indians... It's a real party continent."

Heather Chandler squinted her eyes at Veronica's saracsm. The look she often had when surveying the crowd.

She sat next to heather McNamara. She always seemed to like her more than Duke or Veronica. She spoke softer to heather. She didn't insult her if she could avoid it. Something about them.. just clicked. Don't get me wrong, they weren't friends, exactly. No one in this clique were 'friends' or at least, that's how Veronica viewed it. They were all there to survive.

Heather chandlers slender hands adjusted the clipboard that sat in front of her.

"Sawyer guess what today is."

Her prissy and sickly sweet voice made Veronica want to roll her eyes again, but she was already on her last leg here with heather.

Veronica took a bite of the only eatable food in the cafeteria- packaged bread rolls.

"Ouch..."

She said sarcastically, as heather was already staring daggers at her.

"The lunchtime poll?"

She threw her half eaten bread on her lunch tray and winced as it sunk into the pea mush. There went her only food for the day, not as if she had an appetite after that....

"So whats the question?"

Heather Duke smiled and chimed in after veronica- finnally becoming more herself again

"Yeah what's the question heather!?"

Heather Chandler froze and set down her clipboard before staring into Heather's eyes with a glare she had reserved only for duke.

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

Poor heather gave a side look to heather McNamara who shook her head slightly in potty while looking at her fingers on her lap.

Duke seemed to shrink back in her seat, embarrassed once again. A green tortoise retreating back into it's green shell.

"I forgot."

Heather Chandler looked back down at her clipboard, amused.

"Such a pillowcase."

Suddenly something in Veronica's head clicked and she turned her head to Chandler while squinting in rememberance.

"Wait this wouldn't be that bizzaro thing you were rambling about on the phone last night would it?"

"Of course it is!"

Heather snapped impatiently at her before rising up from the table impatiently. Her feet clacles on the laminate floor once again, and the two girls strated off together, the poll held in Heather's arms tightly.

"I told Dennis if he gives me another political topic is spew buritto chunks...."

Veronica heard heather say disgusted as they matched to the nearest table.

But as they marched, Veronica seemed to feel eyes on her. She turned her head and saw a new face. One she hadn't seen before. He was attractive. Very attractive. He sat in the way back corner. He didn't look like he had made friends yet, next to him was an African American dude, passed out with his head in his arms on the table. Guessing he didn't have any friends either. Still, he didn't look like much company. The boy was leaning back against the wall. As Veronica walked slightly closer on her way to the preppy table, she saw him scoot up to the table closer. His face was something she would never forget. She continued staring intoxicated by his simple smirk from accross the cafeteria she didn't notice her footing as she collided with a familiar face.....

Nearly knocking the poor girl off her chair.

"Gosh Betty Finn! I'm sorry!"