A/N: By the way, here's the plot of Heathers the musical, in case one of my two (2) active readers didn't know.
Basically, this girl, Veronica, becomes apart of the Heathers, a group of popular girls all named Heather, ditching her friend Martha for them. She meets a guy, Jason Dean, and start dating. He turns out to be a bad influence and convinces her to...murder some of her peers. Yeah, haha.
Gucci Mane LaFlare: I like their dynamic and I was also trying to give Duncan a bit more 'screen time' haha. Thanks for your reviews.
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"So, that was-"
"Kind of a fucking disaster?" Shawn quipped, lounging lazily on one of the tables.
"I was going to say interesting, but you actually summarized it quite well," Courtney admitted, tying her hair up into a bun.
The cast and most of the crew were gone at this point, leaving only those who were helping with auditions. Everyone was splayed across the room, either on a table or at a desk or on top of a filing cabinet, in Beardo's case.
"Alright, I guess we'll start by casting the leads," Courtney began, pulling out her binder and flipping to a page. "First, Veronica Sawyer."
"I nominate Sugar!" Beardo announced, running a hand through his afro. Courtney rolled her eyes.
"She's lucky I'm not throwing her ass out of Drama Club altogether," she muttered.
"I don't know, Court', her singing was really great…" Gwen commented before chuckling lightly at her own joke.
"Okay, seriously though, I'd say Ella and Zoey were pretty good," Sammy offered, messing with the end of her shirt.
"Yeah, Zoey has a good voice," Gwen said, scrolling through her phone.
"Okay, well, raise your hand if you think Zoey should be Veronica." Gwen, Sammy, and Shawn raised their hands, followed by Courtney raising her own. "Then, it's settled."
"Uh, Ella didn't seem comfortable swearing, but she was really good, so maybe she could be Mac." Everyone else nodded.
They continued casting. Beth as Martha. Tyler as Kurt. They were fairly straightforward.
"Oh, hey, there's a role called 'Republican Girl'. Perfect for Sugar!" Gwen called out. Courtney smirked and marked her down immediately.
"Okay, who should be Duke?" Courtney asked. "We have Katie, Sadie, and Amy." Sammy sighed.
"As much as I hate to say it, I think we're going to have to get Amy to play Duke."
"Katie and Sadie probably can't carry a role that large," Gwen mused. Courtney frowned and wrote down Amy's name.
"Next up, Jason Dean. Topher or, um, Duncan."
"I have to say, Duncan has a better voice and general look for Jason Dean," Beardo commented, hopping from the filing cabinet.
"Yeah, but Topher put in more effort."
"True, but he still didn't have as good of a voice as Duncan did."
"Well, there's also the fact that Duncan doesn't care about this."
"It could still help him, I dunno, provide a good influence on him." Courtney frowned.
"I mean, I guess, but-"
"Courtney." Gwen set a hand on her shoulder. "He has a point. Let it go." Courtney pursed her lips, begrudgingly writing Duncan's name down for JD and Topher for Ram. Katie and Sadie were given random ensemble roles.
"We don't have enough members, so some of the crew will have to fill roles. I can be Ms. Fleming…"
Sammy tuned out Courtney's ramblings and looked down at her phone. She went through her Instagram feed. She liked a few posts- some of which were from the drama club- Izzy posing with a confused Eva and a bored brunet boy, Heather posing like a model in front of a maple tree, and Gwen's messy watercolor portraits.
She checked her notifications. She didn't expect much, since her account- - sat at a mere 150 followers.
flowersandfighting has requested to follow you.
Sammy raised an eyebrow. She rarely recieved follow requests. She clicked on their profile, reading the bio.
Jasmine, Australian, Sophomore. No, I don't have a pet koala.
Sammy tried to suppress it, but she couldn't help it. A dumb grin spread across her face as she shakily accepted the request and followed her back.
"Audition results have you that happy, huh?" Shawn commented from behind Sammy, resting an arm on her shoulder. The good twin yelped, dropping her phone in surprise as she looked up at her...friend? Acquaintance? She didn't know where to place Shawn.
"Oh, n-no, Jasmine just-Jasmine just followed me. On, Instagram." Shawn blinked.
"Uh, cool," he immediately dropped his arm from her shoulder, slightly dropping his posture at the mention of Jasmine. "You know, Courtney kind of just said we could go home now." Sammy flushed red.
"I-I knew that!" She stuttered, packing up her things. Shawn laughed a bit.
"You need a ride?" He offered, running a hand through his brown hair. Sammy hesitated before shaking her head.
"It's alright." Shawn nodded, walking out as Sammy sighed wistfully.
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Of all the things Scarlett thought would happen as a result of joining drama club, getting stoned with upperclassmen she barely knew was not one of them.
"Told you Izzy gets the good stuff!" Izzy exclaimed as she took a hit, passing it on to Noah, who went for a long puff before giving it to Scarlett. She examined it for a second before bringing it to her mouth, exhaling the smoke before coughing slightly. She offered it to Ezekiel, who passed it to Eva without taking a hit.
"Where did you buy this?" Scarlett asked, revitalized by the marjiuana. Ezekiel cleared his throat.
"I-um, I grow it. At home," he explained, tugging on the strings of his hoodie.
"Yeah, that's basically why we keep him around," Noah explained, leaning back on his chair and taking a chaste sip of his cola. Scarlett studied his body language for a moment before adjusting her glasses slightly. Izzy glared at the brunet.
"I like Zekey!" She hopped over to Ezekiel, rubbing his head affectionately, though the hoodie-clad boy looked more uncomfortable than happy. Noah narrowed his eyes.
"Right. Farmer boy is just lucky he has a green thumb." Ezekiel gulped. Noah rolled his eyes, turning to the newcomer of the group.
"What about you?" Noah asked. "Why does Izzy want you to join us? You look like a fucking librarian." Scarlett folded her arms.
"That's not who I am." Noah cocked an eyebrow.
"Care to explain?"
"I have my reasonings," Scarlett said off-handedly, taking the last hit of the joint before dropping the end of it in Noah's cola.
"Real mature," Noah deadpanned before downing the rest of the soda, looking Scarlett dead in the eyes as he did. Eva grunted.
"Got any more, Zeke?" The bodybuilder asked, her face free of emotion.
"O-of what?" Eva stared at the boy for a solid five seconds, the farmer shaking as he avoided her eye contact.
"Pot." He paled.
"I'm sorry! There's more-there's more at m-my house," Ezekiel stuttered.
"It's okay, Zekey! We'll go to your house, then!"
"Well, we might as well stop off at the 7-11. I need a new soda," Noah said, not breaking his eye contact with Scarlett as he stretched.
"Whatever," Scarlett muttered as she followed Izzy out of the stuffy basement.
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Morning came all too early for Heather.
Getting ready was easy enough. Heather could show up to school in a potato sack and still be worshipped.
She sighed as she tied her hair back in a perfectly messy bun, tossing on her burgundy backpack as she sauntered out of her house.
"You look marvelous today, as always, mi amor," Alejandro greeted the Asian, opening the car door as she rolled her eyes and got into the passenger seat.
"Yeah, whatever," Heather scoffed, adjusting her grey top and crossing her legs as she scrolled through her phone. Alejandro rolled his eyes and merely paid attention to the road.
Alejandro loved Heather. That was a given. Yes, she was absolutely gorgeous. But there was also the passion in her eyes. That perfectly devious smirk Alejandro could never keep up with. The softness preserved solely for him, and only him.
But he couldn't help but feel as if something was missing.
"Can we stop off at Starbucks or something?" Heather asked, bringing her eyes off of her phone's screen and snapping the South American out of his thoughts. "I'm exhausted, it's way too early." Alejandro squinted.
"Might I bring up that you were the one who texted me last night to pick you up an hour earlier?"
"I- whatever! Just, go through the drive-through. I'll even pay," she replied, pulling out a couple of bills. Alejandro smirked, knowing he had won.
"If you don't mind me asking, why did you want me to drive you this early anyway?" Alejandro asked, pulling into the Starbucks line. Heather rolled her eyes.
"It's for-it's for that theatre thing I'm doing." Alejandro burst out laughing. She blushed. "What?!"
"Nothing, it's just- you were rambling about how you were 'only signing up to spy on Courtney' and now you're waking up early for theatre?" His laughter died to a chuckle as Heather crossed her arms.
"God, that's so un-Heather-like."
"Fuck you."
"I love you too."
"Oh."
Alejandro frowned at her response before sighing and ordering Heather's usual drink. The unnerving silence of the car ride lingered until they got to school.
"Well, here we are. Let's go see your theatre thing." Alejandro took the car out of the ignition and got out, opening the door for Heather afterward.
"I can open it by myself, you know."
"Your beauty shouldn't be wasted on opening car doors." Heather wrinkled her nose.
"Okay, now you're just being patronizing." Heather began walking toward the school, converse scraping across the pavement. Alejandro sped-walk to catch up with her, taking her hand in his.
"You know that's not what I meant." Heather looked down, flushing red at the small, romantic gesture.
"I-it doesn't matter," Heather muttered, pecking his cheek. Alejandro smiled. He knew her like the back of his hand.
The power couple strutted through the school. A few students were already there, most surprised by their presence- they were the kind of couple to show up fashionably late.
"When are you going to go through with 'the plan'?" Alejandro asked, keeping his voice soft as they walked, running his right hand through his hair.
"Later, it's not the right time. She still isn't fully ready or whatever," Heather responded, pursing her lips slightly.
"I see. Anyway, what musical are you doing?"
"Heathers."
"That one 80s movie you've made me watch with you, like, ten times now?" He teased, squeezing her hand playfully. Heather flushed red again before releasing her hand, leaving Alejandro to awkwardly clutch a limp hand.
"S-Shut up! Look, the results are up." A few students were already there- Amy, with a gaggle of sophomore girls, Beth, who was with Lindsay, and finally, Topher, who was with another sandy-haired boy.
"Excuse me," Heather spoke, her voice commanding and stern as she glared down at them. The sophomore girls quickly backed off, Topher and his friend stepping aside politely.
"Hi, Hannah! I'm here with Beth, she got Martha!" Heather gave a half-smile.
"Hey, Lindsay. Can I see the results?" Lindsay beamed, walking off with Beth, who shot Heather an annoyed glance before turning to face the bottle blonde.
"What's her deal…" Heather mumbled before turning to the only one still blocking the list.
"That means you too, Amy." Amy looked up, crossing her arms.
"Whatever. The people casting were so retarded. I didn't even get Veronica!" Heather rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, okay. Just move, so I can-"
"Yet another reason why we should release that fucking video already. I mean, Courtney is such a-"
"I told you, no. Now fuck off so I can see that I've been cast as Chandler." Amy scoffed.
"How presumptuous of you to just assume you'll get such a prominent role," she spat, mispronouncing 'presumptuous'. Heather shoved Amy aside. She scanned the list, smirking when she read her name.
"Oh, look. It says my name right there." Amy rolled her eyes.
"Fuck off. You're lucky you have that stupid video, otherwise, I'd drop you so fast." Amy stomped off with her crew of sophomores, leaving Heather to revel in her small victory as she closed her hand around Alejandro's again.
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Sammy was not having a good day.
Her perception on what made a day good or not was very skewed- her twin sister ignored her temporarily? Fantastic day. She got a stain on her favorite pair of jeans and Amy called her out on it in the middle of the hallway? Well, that was a decent day.
She woke up late, panicked, put on an inside-out sweater, tied her greasy, messy hair in a bun, got ridiculed by her sister on her appearance, sprinted to school, had to walk into Science late in her messy state, got stared at, tried to freshen up in the bathroom but ended up just being late to second period as well, braved the stares of her peers, tried to ignore her twin's demands, and became so mortified she spent her lunch in the handicapped bathroom stall?
Shitty day.
Sammy sighed as she splashed water on her face, looking at her reflection in the mirror of the bathroom. She still looked terrible. Bags under her eyes, a wrinkled but right side out sweater, and the pimples scattered across her forehead.
The door to the bathroom flew open, causing Sammy to jump. She looked at the girl who had shoved it open.
Her brownish-black hair was tied back in a pretty yet effortless looking bun, pulling off Sammy's attempt infinitely better than she ever could. She wore a simple outfit- a grey top, and blue jeans, yet still looked leagues above Sammy.
Heather.
The Asian girl narrowed her eyes at Sammy before softening her expression somewhat. Sammy stiffened. Of all the things that could have made this day worse, the most popular girl in school had to walk in and see the good twin in her most pathetic state.
"Oh, it's just you," Heather muttered. "Geez, you look like ass."
"Wow, um, thanks," Sammy responded awkwardly. Heather rolled her eyes, beginning her strut to the other mirror. Did she always have to walk with such poise?
"Could you n-not, like, oh, you know, could you-" Heather swiveled to Sammy, looking her in the eye as the platnum blonde flinched.
"Could I what? Spit it out, loser." Sammy gulped.
"Just-please, don't mention this-this to my sister." Heather rolled her eyes again.
"Whatever. You look so pathetic right now that it would just be a low blow to do that." Sammy looked to her feet.
"Oh."
Heather thought for a second before digging through her bag and giving her a can of dry shampoo.
"This didn't fucking happen." Sammy hesitated before accepting the can, looking around to see if it was some kind of set-up. Why did the Heather do something nice to someone like her.
Sammy chose not to think about it as she left Heather to touch up her makeup in silence as the sophomore undid her hair, spraying it with the shampoo, lost in thought.
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"So, this is Wawanakwa Mall, huh? It's huge!" Sammy gave a soft smile as she looked at the Australian.
"Yeah, I guess it is."
"Blimey, is that a giant lemon? How many stores are in here?"
"I don't even know." The duo walked through the massive mall. Jasmine marveled at almost everything. It really made Sammy more aware of the differences between Australia and Canada.
Eventually, they made it to the cafe, where Shawn was waiting.
"Is this place any good, Sam?" Jasmine asked, looking around. Wawanakwa Cafe was pretty average looking, with green accents and a stage in the corner for performances. A few employees were at the counter, doing homework as they waited for customers.
"I'd say so. I was actually thinking of applying here," Sammy mentioned, tucking her hands in her jeans. Jasmine quirked an eyebrow.
"Hey, maybe I'll get a job at the mall too." Sammy nodded and carefully took a seat next to Shawn, Jasmine sitting in front of them.
"You must be Shawn," Jasmine greeted.
"Yeah, and you're Jasmine," Shawn said. "Right?" He added the last word quickly, realizing it sounded weird to know her name so certainly. Luckily, Jasmine just laughed a bit.
"Yes sir. I don't know about you all, but I could go for a snack. Want anything from the cafe?" Sammy shook her head, not wanting to inconvenience Jasmine by spending her money.
"Just a small, black coffee," Shawn uttered, leaning back in his chair.
"Ooh, edgy," Jasmine teased. Shawn smirked.
"Oh, you know. Coffee will keep away the zombies." Jasmine looked a bit confused before laughing a bit, going up to the counter. Sammy smiled again at the exchange, happy her day was turning around.
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You have five (5) new messages.
shawnofthedeaddd created a group
shawnofthedeaddd added and flowersandfighting
shawnofthedeaddd: figured I'd just make a group chat or whatever,,
flowersandfighting: today was really fun thx for welcoming me to canada
flowersandfighting: it's really fucking weird here tho
Sammy nearly choked when she saw message after message pop up on her phone. Getting texts, (and the feeling that someone actually wanted her around) was foreign to her. She was so used to seeing people post out of context screenshots of group chats she secretly wished she could be apart of on people's stories.
"God, you really are pathetic. Freaking out over a group chat," Sammy muttered as she looked down at her phone.
That afternoon was great, but it still felt so surreal to hang out with people. Sammy's reputation meant she was mostly alone. Freshman year, she had theatre, but she knew they all had their own friendships and Sammy was just the lowly freshman in the back.
Sammy shook off her thoughts as she looked back at the screen.
shawnofthedeaddd: lmao yeah people suck
shawnofthedeaddd: no offense but what is ur username supposed to be
flowersandfighting: its so dumb u dont care
shawnofthedeaddd: mine is a reference to a freaking zombie movie idc
flowersandfighting: i have to dream to open a flower shop/ cage fighting school!
shawnofthedeaddd: that'/s whack man but like a good whack
Sammy really didn't want to jump in, so she put her phone on silent and sighed, pulling out her journal again.
Yup, it's me again. I'm just praying that Amy doesn't find you. Anyway, today was bad. Until it wasn't. I actually kind of have friends? I don't know. I really like Jasmine and her accent and Shawn and his zombie thing.
Unfortunately, Amy's in theatre now too. Yeah. And she got cast as a lead. Whatever. For some reason, Heather was nice to you today. I don't know what ulterior motive she probably has. I'd ask, but we both know I don't have the balls.
Whatever, I'll get back to you later. Life is weird right now, but it's getting better.
I think.
Sammy shut her notebook closed, letting out a puff of air as she pulled out her homework, hoping to distract her from her growing feelings.
It didn't.
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A/N: I'll be honest, I'm reeeaally not that proud of this chapter. It was a bit rushed and I feel like I packed it with too much filler. Oh well. This chapter really kinda focused on establishing character dynamics and building the world outside of play rehearsal.
I was kinda thinking of showing more of Jasmine/Shawn/Sammy's friendship, but I don't know, I wasn't feeling like it was necessary. I may take them out as a ship altogether, if I'm being honest, and make it platonic with possible Jashawn. Whatever, food for thought, I guess?