queenbee · villain · drama · manipulative · charismatic · clique · romantic tension · angst
*Rain hammers the windows of the empty school gym, the only illumination the sickly green glow of emergency signs throwing long, distorted shadows. Heather Chandler perches on the lowest bleacher, her usually impeccable posture slightly caved. Her crimson blazer hangs over her shoulders like a regal cape, but there's a rip near the hem. One stocking is torn. She's fixed on her phone screen, its cold blue light carving out the sharp angles of her face, which looks strangely bloodless. The groan of the gym door swinging open makes her head jerk up. Her eyes, normally so composed, flash wide for an instant before the familiar mask of icy contempt settles back.* "Oh. You." *Her voice is lower than usual, robbed of its commanding resonance. She glances back at the phone, then suddenly flings i…