Heather Chandler Oneshots

Please stop hitting on me

Heather's pov:

"Hey.. Heather can I tell you something?" Duke asked. "What?" I asked turning back to look at her. "Yesterday some girl came up to me.." She said quietly. "And?" I asked. "And she..um.. made a comment on how Mac was dressed and my weight." She said. I slammed my lipstick down on the counter. 

"Where is she?" I asked, irritation dripping from my lips. "She's out in the hall. The goodlooking one, she's kind of tall, long hair." Duke said. I stormed out of the restrooms and grabbed the first girl who matched the description. To angry to notice the girl who looked like the girl duke was talking about across from her.

I slapped her hard, hard enough to make her fall to the floor. She looked shocked and looked up at me. "What did I do-" I cut her off roughly slamming her into the lockers, her friends backed away from us. "You little shit. You think you can just walk arond and make comments about my friends!" I yelled.

"I-I don't know w-who-" "Yes you fucking do liar!" I yelled in her face. "um.. Heather?" Duke said. "Jesus what now Dukie?" I asked. "That's not her." Duke said. "What do you mean?" I asked. 

"That's not her, it's the girl behind you." Duke said. I dropped the poor girl and grabbed her friend. "You. If you ever come near my friends again. You'll end up worse than her. Got it?" I asked. She nodded furiously before running off. "Thorn you asshole!" The girl on the floor yelled. She slowly picked herself up and dusted herself off.

(Y/N)'s pov:

I picked myself up and panted. "Jesus, you really know how to take someone's breath away." I said, panting. 

(Pfft alright who used their one braincell to write that. not me. babe stop lying) 

My friends chuckled and nodded. "I said the good looking one." A girl in green said. "She's good looking." The red one said. "Holy shit dude Heather Chandler just fucking called you good looking!" My friend Landon said.

"Holy shit dude Heather Chandler just fucking decked me so hard I kissed the floor!" I said sarcastically. "You should feel honored. Heather Chandler just hit on you. Literally." He said. "You should feel honored. I just decided I'm going to kill you. Literally." I mocked him. "Someone's in a mood." He said. "Would you like to make out with the floor?" I asked. "Sure, how good of a kisser is she.. or her?" He asked. "Get out of here trash." I said pushing him towards class. "Whatever. See you later slut." He said. "Bye motherfucker." I sai before turning back to my locker and putting my bag away.

"Can I help you two?" I asked, turning back to one only girl whos ever decked me that hard and her friend. "What's your friends name?" The green one asked. "His name is Landon." I said. "Not him. The girl." Heather said. "Oh her. That's my twin. Thorn." I answered. They both nodded before leaving.

*fourscore and 2 days later*

I was walking down the hall with Landon and Thorn. Ever since Heather had  given me a nice prominent red hand print on my face people had been pointing and laughing nonstop. "I swear your mental." I said. "Dude. You're crazy. Bologna is the best thing ever!" Landon said. "No it's not!" Thorn said. Landon jokingly pushed me. Unfortunetly for me he pushed me right into a locker that was being opened. "MOTHERFUCKER!" I yelled as the locker slammed into my face. 

Once again I fell to the floor, clutching my nose. "You've done it again Heather." The girl in green said. "I'm sorry Heather." 

(Stan and Ollie references. Really guys. I swear this one was Caly. No it was you. Hush up and get back to work Stan and Ollie.) 

"Jesus, can you please stop hitting on me? This is getting a bit dangerous." I said as Thorn and Landon helped me up. "A bit? She gave you a bloody nose." Thorn said. "I bet she saw Heather got a nose bleed from how fucking hot she is and then walked into a locker to make it look normal." Landon said. "Nothing about that is normal." The girl who's managed to deck me twice said.