ABC: Bitch

By: ultimateheatherfan

She was a devil kind of thing. With the way she handled things, it seemed like reality was turned into hell. Her name was Heather, and she was the most popular girl at White Pines High School. For some, she was the target of envy; for most, hatred.

When Heather walks down the enclosed halls of White Pines, nothing but gossip is heard. 'Oh, she's such a bitch,' you can hear some passionately say. However, the insecure girls would react differently, 'Gosh, I wish I was her!'

My personal experience with her isn't that alerting. She 'slept' with me. We kissed for merely one second. And, we had some minor interactions in between. But, she was still hot no matter what kind of hair she had.

Even though I thought of Heather, I was happily with my princess, Courtney. I hated her uptight personality, but I loved that about her. She was the only person in my mind, unless I see Heather. Unusually, Heather would just jump into my thoughts. I never showed an interest in her, unless I was calling her hot or something, but I would think about her sometimes. She was just too popular and too bitchy. All my friends and enemies talk about her, I couldn't help it.

Geoff commented that, 'She was the hottest chick on the show,' one time. And always says something when she wears bikinis.

Gwen always complained how, 'Heather was such a bastard to me.'

Trent admitted, 'She was a pretty good kisser.'

Harold annoyingly talks about how, 'Her boobs were something to see.'

I don't know. Wherever I go, gossip is just heard. Heather needs to get out of my head. I need to think of Courtney.

It was lunch break and I was having a small make-out session with Courtney. Five minutes have passed and I decided to break away.

"That was nice, babe." I told her as I have a cocky smile. I gazed into her deep brown eyes, and gently kissed her forehead.

I noticed her blush and look away from me.

"I need to get lunch. Can you wait in the Café?" she asked me as she pressed her soft hands against my hot chest.

I decided to play it cool, "I didn't here a please, miss." I retorted like some smartass. I looked down at her and she looked annoyed. I saw her roll her eyes at me with much emotion.

"Don't push it Duncan!" she told me in a harsh tone, while she aggressively pointed her finger on my chest. She left for lunch and I went into the Cafeteria.

I saw all the cliques sitting at their 'assigned' tables. . .including Heather.

She was sitting on top of the tables with her legs crossed with her popular group. Kristen and Kirsten were the replacement Beth and Lindsay, but no one could replace Heather.

Courtney, Courtney, Courtney. I thought about Heather again, urgh. I stood in the doorway near the condiments and utensil rack. I notice Heather coming near, but who knows what she's going to do. But, I also noticed Princess come to get a fork.

"Hey Princess."

She smiled and grabbed a fork, as she was carrying her lunch. Unusually, Heather was behind her. Courtney turned around and faced Heather. Heather gave a seductive smirk and pushed Courtney's alfredo pasta into Courtney's shirt.

Awkwardly, Courtney didn't retaliate, she knew she would get in trouble. I went up to her and grabbed some napkins from the nearest nerd. I gave her the napkins and tried to help her with her shirt.

Courtney groaned, "This is a Gucci top!" She gave Heather a nasty glare and stormed out of the room.

"No one makes me stand in line." I heard the devious queen bee explain. I could hear Kirsten and Kristen applauding at Heather's action.

I looked at Heather evilly. As hot as she was, she was a monster. I looked up and down her body, disgusted with what I saw.

"Bitch." I told Heather as I was leaving to catch up with Courtney.

(A/N: Sorry it's been a while, I've got really bad writer's block.. And, Sorry this chapter sucked. It's pretty late out here and I'm on my Spring Break, so I kind of lack right-minded thinking. I think that makes sense.. Anyways, Possible Enjoy(: ...)