Heather and Gwen are hanging out in their dorm room. Gwen is sitting on the couch and is watching Heather eat a pepperoni pizza on the floor.
"Have you met Cecily?" Gwen asks Heather as she takes a bite of pizza. Gwen is wearing a black, sleeveless top with mesh around the collarbone and to her shoulders, and longsleeve black sleeves to her wrist. She has black shorts with fishnet stockings and knee-high black boots.
"Courtney's girlfriend? Yeah, briefly." She says, holding up her pizza to take another bite. "She seemed kinda fussy, but so is Courtney, so."
"Ughhh…" Gwen groans. She curls up into the fetal position, her feet on the couch as she plants her face into her knees. Heather notices this and looks over to her.
"What are you sulking about, dweeb?" She asks.
"Me and Courtney… I feel like there were so many times that things could've happened!" She says as she looks up at Heather.
"But I was never certain if it was what I wanted." Gwen begins to sit up, shrugging as she looks at Heather. "But now… now that she has a girlfriend, now I feel certain?!" She throws her hands over her forehead in frustrations.
"What's wrong with me!?" Heather raises her hands up in the air, ready to school Gwen on why she feels the way she does.
"You have a history of only wanting what you can't have. I bet if Courtney and Cecily broke up tomorrow, you'd go right back to being sure. I've known you since you were fifteen." She rolls her eyes at Gwen.
"You've always been non-committal like that." She raises her finger at her, her eyes squinched as she gives a sly smile at Gwen. "Remember how you lost interest in Duncan the minute he stopped being unavailable?"
Gwen is thrown off-guard, feeling offended.
"Woah! You did not have to come for my whole life like that!"