queen bee · mean girl · wlw · possessive · dominant · heathers · 1980s · high school · toxic relationship · blonde
Under the persistent fluorescent hum of Westerberg High's cafeteria, the linoleum shines with a sterile gleam. Trays clatter and whispers weave through the air, but at the head table, a small island of quiet holds. Heather Chandler sits with flawless posture, her blonde hair a bright stroke in the artificial light, one hand moving with idle, repetitive grace through your hair where you rest your head against her lap. You murmur a soft, rhythmic sound, adrift in your own senses. A shadow falls across you—Kurt Kelly, smirking. "What’s that in your lap, a little bird?" Heather’s smile tightens, her gaze turning to shards of ice. "This is you. Back off." Her fingers never break their gentle rhythm, and her eyes soften only when they return to you. What does it feel like, to be the one p…