Long time no see all! It's so good to kind of sort of be back! Haha. As I have said to some of you who have reached out to me in PM's, which thank you to those of you asking if I was 'okay', 'dead', or 'doing well'. Highly unnecessary but very sweet and I can assure you I am VERY much alive and well! Haha. :D Ever since I moved into my house it's been one thing after another with unpacking and projects around my work schedule that I haven't had much time to unfortunately. But, I still REALLY want to write for this fanfic and eventually have it finished. So updates will just continue to be sporadic from here on out so thank you all for bearing with me! The updates will still be here and I will try my best to keep giving you all Aleheather content. However just a heads up, I am deciding to put 'The Bash' chapters into more than just 2 parts since as I am mapping out the events, there's just WAY too much to fit into one chapter and I don't want to make another 'chapter 9' situation from Propositions and Conniptions. Though it was one of my most favorite and longest chapters I had ever written with creating Heather's entire backstory with all the info from Heather that is known to the fandom, it was INSANITY to write and took FOREVER to edit! D: So, to save myself from both insanity and burn out and to make sure I am getting quality chapters to you guys, I made the decision to divide the content up in smaller and more easily digested parts. And just a heads up, if you want to go back and reread Heather's TDI bio before reading this chapter, go ahead and do so now. ;) Let's just say there's a 'character' who was mentioned in her bio by name that I decided to bring to life in this chapter. Hope you're ready to continue to dive into Heather's past! Enjoy!

({No POV})

Heather was getting her dress in place for the white tie Christmas Eve party at the local country club.

An event that hadn't happened for a solid decade after some 'wild, alcohol-induced antics' that ensued from some of the people in Heather's sister Megan's cotillion class. Which said antics ended in streaking and crashing a golf cart through the partial glass wall of the main ballroom.

So the country club put off the event for several years as a result and finally decided to reinstate the event with 'certain people' being banned and others being kept on a 'short leash' for the event.

At that particular moment Heather looked like she was about to reach back and zip up the back of her dress until she felt another set of hands beat her to it along with a smooth, "Allow me to be of assistance."

Heather looked right behind her in her full length mirror to see Alejandro, dressed in the white tie ensemble she gave him earlier, over her shoulder as he skillfully zipped up the back of her evening gown with ease.

Heather gave him a slight look as she rolled her eyes and responded in a matching tone, "Um, did I ask for any help? Thank you."

Alejandro just smirked and shrugged as he said, "You didn't need to, mi angél. Has it ever occurred to you that I'm your boyfriend and I happen to like doing these things for said reason? Besides, I must admit you look absolutely exquisite this evening and I just couldn't stop myself. Though not that you don't always look beautiful in whatever you wear or… lack thereof."

At that moment he smirked in a slightly sly manner as he kissed the side of her neck and gave her a wink in the mirror.

Meanwhile Heather, looking flustered and annoyed as ever, eventually snaked her way out of Alejandro's grasp as she said, "Ugh! Quit it!"

Alejandro just smirked in amusement all the while as Heather exasperated while striding out of the room, "Just!... UGH! I'm going to the bathroom."

Right as Heather walked out of her bedroom, Alejandro heard Heather exasperate again out in the hall before snapping, "Ugh! Seriously?! You're still in there?! What the hell could you possibly be doing in there, dirt ball? Are you combing each individual hair on your hairy ape-ass body?!"

Immediately Alejandro heard Damien reply, sounding annoyed, "Take a number and get in line, your majesty. You aren't the only one that needs to use the bathroom. Use one of the other 3 bathrooms in the house. I still need to put on my aftershave."

Almost just as automatically, Heather scoffed and snapped in annoyance, "OH, right?! Not a chance! You know this bathroom has the best water pressure. Also, how the hell is it that I'm able to put on a dress, jewelry, and make up and you still aren't even completely dressed?!"

"Suck it. You're still not getting the bathroom." Damien shot back.

There was a period of silence before Alejandro heard what sounded like a loud 'smack' and an equally loud 'OW' from Damien. "AGH! Fine! Take it, you psycho!" Damien growled, sounding agitated and pissed off.

Though Heather, now sounding almost sickeningly sweet and mocking, merely responded, "Thanks!"

Alejandro chuckled in amusement with a smirk at the interaction he just heard and looked like he was about to go downstairs to put his shoes on until… he looked down when he felt his foot brush up against something that was partially sticking out from underneath Heather's bed.

Alejandro stopped and knelt down as he quirked up an eyebrow in curiosity. Though his expression quickly contorted into a cocktail of intrigued confusion as he brushed the bedskirt on Heather's bed out of the way and saw something intriguing.

A black metal box with a 4 digit combination lock.

"Hm…" Alejandro said to himself as he surveyed the box for a few more moments before he looked around to make sure no one was watching as he slowly and carefully slid it back under the bed.

Alejandro casually got back to his feet and walked out of Heather's room, but not before his expression continued to contort in intrigue at what he just found.

1 hour later

(Alejandro's POV)

We kept following Shane until the four of us approached the table with Heather's old club members from her Cotillion Junior League group.

All of them seemed to be engulfed in drinking, laughing, and other various conversations. Well, at least until we got there… and it wasn't exactly difficult to guess why.

Luckily a young man with rusty brown hair and freckles at the table smirked mischievously and commented, looking at Heather, "Hey, look Shane! Your wife finally showed up! Or guess, I should say ex-wife now, right Heather?"

I saw a couple other people snicker to themselves at the table as Heather narrowed her eyes at him and snap, "Get bent, Jeremy. Unless if you'd like a reminder of what happened at the Spring Fundraiser carnival in grade 10?"

Jeremy leaned back as his expression dropped and his eyes slowly went wide as everyone else went silent, clearly indicating every last one of them knew what Heather was referring to… and also piqued my curiosity even more.

Though at least I riddled out that he had to be Jeremy Phillips.

Then Jeremy put his hands up with wide eyes, clearly backing down. I looked to Heather and saw her smirk in satisfaction.

Well, might as well do what I do best.

As my father always taught me, a good strategy to diffuse an awkward situation at a party with people you don't know is to make introductions.

I grinned slightly and put my free hand on my chest as I said, "Well, you all must be Heather's old club members. Wonderful to meet you all. Alejandro Burromuerto Ledvora, pleasure."

The silence continued for a couple more seconds before Jeremy tilted his head at me for a second before looking around the table and commenting, "Um… so, are we all just going to ignore the whole show thing? Or are we just not going to talk about the 'ushing-pay' off of the 'olcano-vay'."

Right as I felt my free hand clench at my side, Heather immediately cut in with a sharp, passive aggressive venom practically radiating from her tone and her eyes at Jeremy, "Do you want me to 'ush-pay' you off a 'olcano-vay'?"

Jeremy's demeanor tensed up again as he put his hands up and stammered out, "I-I'm good."

Heather still had her eyes narrowed at him until Shane finally cut in, seeing how fast this seemed to be going 'down hill' so to speak, "How about we all just sit down?"

Despite many conflicting facets I still have… I had to admit that I did appreciate the 'change of subject'.

We took the last remaining seats at the table. Right as I sat down I saw a hand come into view as I heard, "Well, despite the weirdass circumstance, congrats Heather! I didn't think you'd bring yourself down to our mortal level to actually date a guy and bring him places with you?"

I looked over to see this relatively pretty girl with a slender build, olive skin, hazel eyes, and loose curly medium brown hair.

She smirked at me a little and introduced, "Nice to meet you. Susan Shapiro, but just call me Susie. My condolences... I mean, isn't Heather just great?"

"Save it, Perm Princess." Heather spat in annoyance.

Susie immediately looked around me at Heather with a death glare and directed a finger at Heather as she directed, "Okay, first off… it's Jewish Princess, get it right. Second, this is not a perm. My hair is naturally curly, you meshuggeneh…" Heather let out a sharp breathe through her nose as she interrupted sharply, "Well, your grade 10 yearbook picture says otherwise with that clown wig 'Perm disaster' you showed up with on picture day."

It was silent as they both kept staring past me at each other with narrowed glares in silence until Susie responded simply and matter-of-factly, "Do you really want to start on 'hair-stuff' right now? Especially considering the 'season 1 fiasco'... Do you really want to go there with me right now?"

Honestly, I was half expecting Heather to do something.

Ever so slowly, I looked over at Heather but just saw her practically shooting daggers out of her eyes at Susie but still remaining silent as everyone else at the table seemed to be at the moment.

Eventually I decided to lean forward as I inquired, just trying to deter the conversation, "You and Heather went to school together?"

Susie smirked at me and said, "Well, we went to high school together anyway. Isn't that right, Heather?"

I looked at Heather but all I saw was her just continuing to stare daggers at Susie as she looked like she was clawing at the edge of the table cloth with her nails.

Well… this is 'intriguing' to say the least.

But, honestly I was mostly intrigued by the fact that Heather was actually 'restraining herself' or well Heather's version of restraining herself.

Yes, we are in public with people all around us in the ballroom, but still… Those sorts of things have never stopped Heather before.

From my personal experience, I understand that better than anyone.

I would have tried to unravel it more if it wasn't for a server putting a plate in front of me for the first course.

Very well… At least this can't possibly be anymore awkward than when Heather and I ate dinner at Mother and Father's party with my cousins.

Now I just need to exercise my patience.

Even though I can't help but wonder… what sort of 'history' do Susie and Heather have with each other?

({No POV})

3 years ago

The gymnasium at Boyd Fines High School was decorated and packed to the gills with students surrounding the small stage set up as the Winter Formal King and Queen winners were about to be announced at the Winter Formal dance.

The school principal was standing up on stage and putting the crown on one of Heather's male classmates and Shane's friend and basketball teammate, Ross Lewendowski, who had just won Winter Formal King and now… it was down to the Queen candidates.

A couple of other girls had already taken their leave off the stage as it came down to the final two girls still in the running for Queen.

Heather Wilson and Macie Sherman.

Both of them stood on the stage as Heather slowly started sending a confident, sly, and knowing smirk in Macie's direction; thinking she had the Queen title all sewn up. Her eyes closed in satisfaction as she waited for what she saw as 'the inevitable'.

The principal opened the envelope as he started, "And our first runner up for this year is… Heather Wilson! Let's give her a hand!"

Heather's eyes immediately shot open and her expression dropped in disbelief as she shouted in blind enragement, "WHAT?!"

But, the principal just gave her her sash for 'first runner up' and said, totally oblivious to Heather's current personal outrage, "Good job, Heather."

Heather just stood there in a state of stoic yet enraged shock as she stared at the sash labeled 'first runner up' adorning her body over her dress.

She felt as if she was a vampire forced to wear a silver necklace, as if the sash that to her was basically labeled 'best loser' was going to cause her to spontaneously combust the longer it touched her body.

But again, the principal didn't seem to notice and just continued on, "Meaning this year's Winter Formal Queen is... Macie Sherman!"

At that moment, Macie walked past Heather with a smug grin on her face as she said, baiting and taunting her, "Oh, better luck next time, Heather. Look at it this way… Silver is totally your color."

Heather's expression continued to contort as well as all of her insides in pure rage as she watched Macie get the Winter Formal Queen crown placed on her head.

Right as Macie and Ross walked out on the dance floor together, Heather knit her eyebrows together and immediately stomped off the stage made a b-line out of the school gymnasium and into the main school hallway, practically kicking the door open on her way out.

She immediately ripped the sash off her body and threw it violently into a trash can only to immediately kick said trash can several feet away in pure rage and frustration.

Her hands were clenched tight at her sides as her muscles all continued to clench in pure rage at everything that just happened.

She looked like she was about to go on a completely vexed and uncontrolled rampage until she heard a familiar yet annoyingly familiar tone to her say, practically taunting her with her 2nd place embarrassment, "Hey Silverette."

She looked behind her only to see Susie Shapiro standing right behind her with her arms crossed.

Susie having also been nominated for Winter Formal Queen only to be eliminated in the earlier stages moments before Macie won just now.

"Fuck off, Permzilla." Heather spat immediately, feeling so close to just imploding on herself and wrecking more havoc than a dying star in space.

Susie just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as she responded, "Okay, look, as much as you and I both know we could do this 'all day'. Why don't we just drop all the crap and just talk about what we're actually pissed about here? And that's that fake-ass little, thunder stealing 'dancing queen' in there."

Heather's posture hesitantly and slowly but surely relaxed as she crossed her arms and tilted her head at Susie.

It was dead silent until Heather responded hesitantly, not completely liking or knowing what was happening at the moment, "So? And what are you talking about? Just because we both think Macie is a fake-ass little bitch doesn't mean we're 'besties' or anything? And don't you dare use that 'enemy of my enemy is my friend' BS?"

"Who says anything about friends?" Susie responded.

Heather continued to give her a skeptical look until Susie elaborated, "Look, I think both of us can agree that we don't like each other."

Heather cut her off with a scoff as she spat sarcastically, "Ha! No shit sherlock. Unless you were thinking we were going to start holding hands and singing kumbaya or something else completely stupid?"

Susie just rolled her eyes, looking like she was only justifying to herself why she personally didn't like Heather and mildly couldn't stand her and her completely knowing that 'feeling' was mutual from Heather toward herself as Heather just confirmed, but she was keeping her 'eyes on the prize' of her plan that she wanted to go through.

In the end, Susie recomposed herself as she said, "Hey look, this isn't about 'us'. This is about Macie. I know you've only had to deal with her shit here. But trust me, I've had to put up with her crap since grade 1. She has screwed me over more times than I count and I have had it out for her fucking fake-ass bleach blonde head since she ruined my bat mitsvah by throwing a party on the exact same day and no one except my best friend and my family members showed up. Now do you want to keep fighting? Or do you want to 'get even'? I'm not going to ask, but I know you can pick locks and I have a stupid little brother with a pet tarantula. So… why don't we do something with that and leave a 'fun surprise' for Macie in her locker on Monday as a 'congratulatory gift' from us on winning Winter Formal Queen? You've been on "Total Drama", so what do you say… Allies?"

Susie slowly extended her hand out to Heather, signifying her 'deal to be made'.

Heather was still giving Susie a hard glare until eventually Heather took Susie's hand with a firm grip and shook it before saying, "Luckily for you, I already know Macie's combination."

Susie looked up to see Heather with a wicked smirk on her face.

But to Susie, it looked like it was music to both her eyes and ears, as she took Heather's hand back and shook it with a smirk on her face as she responded, sounding nothing short of satisfied, "Vunderlekh."

Well, I REALLY hope this chapter wasn't a disappointment. I know it wasn't much Aleheather, but I do hope you enjoyed a look into Heather's past and the addition of the latest character. Susan 'Susie' Shapiro. In Heather's TDI bio, it mentioned Heather being President of her high school debate team and consistently bringing up personal topics to slander people. I.e. 'Susie's 80's perm-gone-wrong'. So I brought Susie to life as another member of Heather's school's popular crowd, Susie Shapiro. As you saw, Heather and Susie don't like each other. Then again, as we all know, Heather doesn't like A LOT of people so… SHOCKER! Haha. But, for real, I thought it would be interesting to bring in someone that Heather would and she despised to admit that she had a bit of an 'enemy of my enemy is my friend' dynamic with. Mainly that both her and Susie had the one thing in common of both of them despising Macie Sherman and wanting to do anything to knock her down a couple pegs. And thus we circle back to Heather putting a tarantula into Macie's locker and finding out where she got the tarantula from. ;) FULL CIRCLE! Haha! Anyway, when I made Susie, I based her personality off my long time good friend who is the sassiest and funniest person I have ever met personally. That and she's a Jewish girl who takes her religion, culture, and customs very seriously and I decided to put those aspects as part of Susie's personality. My friend taught me a lot of Yiddish words and slang that she used frequently and I enjoyed sprinkling some of those in this chapter. Look them up if you don't know what they mean and would like to know, you're welcome. Haha. XD Also, it looked like Alejandro ran into something interesting that he found underneath Heather's bed. What could be in the box and why does it have a lock? Stay tuned. ;) Anyway, thank you all SO much for your continued patience, thanks for stopping by to read, and constructive reviews are always appreciated! Hope you all are still staying safe and well!

Stay classy all!

Dexter1995