Oh Great, Another High School Fic
By Simsgal
Disclaimer:I do not own Total Drama ;)
Chapter Four- Heather
Heather sits in her chemistry class, bored out of her raven-haired head. She looks at her long, feminine finger nails graced upon equally long and feminine slim hands. Her french manicure was fresh and her tips were bright white, matching her perfect and smug smiles.
There are absolute losers in this dumb class. But I need this credit to pass. She thinks, scowling at the overhead projecter as the teacher goes over the syllabus. She was good at science. In fact, Heather Elise Zhan was good at almost everything, a skill she inherited from her "picture-perfect" parents who ruled in business and stocks, something the high-strung teen cared nothing about. She also inherited their "caste" system attitude. There were some who just naturally rose to the top, and there were those who simply stayed at the bottom. Heather simply referred to them as losers. She was at the top.
Always.
She made sure it stayed that way by having the dirt on everyone, being decietful, and getting what she wanted. Everyone at J.D.W. Senior High was under her thumb. Sure, they weren't admirable traits but they kept her where she wanted to be: in charge at all times.
Every leader had their followers. Heather only associated herself with pretty girls to boss around, but usually they were idiots or had low self-esteem so they were easy to manipulate; not that it took much in the first place. One compliment to a girl or one hair flip and twirl to a boy got them listening and eager. Heather's main follower, and dare she say friend, was dim-witted Lindsay Sherfrew. The girls had met in junior high and everything had changed. All Lindsay wanted was popularity and attention, and hanging with Heather she got it. She would also do anything Heather said. As long as she stayed at the top with with her raven-haired companion, all was good in her book.
And, Heather wouldn't tell, but she also helped the girl in a few subjects she was struggling in. Idiots disgusted her and there was only so much she could take.
"So I guess we're lab partners." Trent says, only slightly thrown off from when Heather snapped at him. She rubs her temples lightly. Why is he freaking talking to me?
"Didn't you catch the hint? I don't want to hear your voice." She growls. Trent gives her a smug look. "And we better get all A's this year. One B, even one, and I'll do the worst thing you could possibly imagine to you." She whispers, before another infamous hair flip.
"Could you stop flipping your damn hair? All that wind is spreading your dandruff around sister." Leshawna remarks from behind as Trent holds in a snicker.
"At least mine is real, sister." Leshawna mutters some threatening things but Heather doesn't mind her at all. In fact, she loved that she got the black girl's blood boiling. And boy, she did.
"So the first assignment we're going to do is binder set up." The class collectively groans, including Heather. She neatly opens her binder and pulls a fresh pen from her zip-pouch and scowls at Trent who searches around in his bag for something to write with. Who the hell doesn't come to school with their supplies on the first damn day? She thinks haughtily before becoming annoyed by his shuffling. Are you fucking kidding me? She huffs and slams an ink pen on the counter for Trent. He smiles and spins it in his hand.
"Wow, thanks Heather."
"Don't talk to me." She hits him in the face with her tresses and pays attention to the board as Trent just shakes his head in an amused manner.
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"Heather! Heather! Sorry I'm late, I was like, looking all over for your locker!" the blonde Lindsay says, panting. Heather rolls her dark slate-colored eyes discreetly and then slams her locker shut harshly and loudly, but no one reacts because it's happening everywhere in the hall because people are shuffling to get to either A lunch, or their next class.
"I told you it was in the 300's hall. Where the hell did you look?" Lindsay smacks her forehead.
"Ow. That like, hurt!"
"Oh my god." Heather mutters under her breath before plastering a smile on her face. "Anyway, aren't you glad we have gym together, Linds?!" Lindsay nods furiously and flips her lengthy blonde hair over her bony shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah totally! We can totally check out hot guys." She gushes as the two make their way to the locker room, which wasn't too far. Lindsay is blabbing stuff that Heather doesn't care about so she doesn't listen. She just nods, fake laughs, and says 'wow, really?' every now and then. Once they get into the fragrant locker room, Heather and Lindsay go to their adjacent gym lockers and dress out. The gym uniform consisted of dark green, knee-length shorts and a grey t-shirt, but of course Heather had to sex-ify hers. Her shorts were much shorter than everyone elses so her ivory stalks were proudly revealed, and t-shirt was slightly cropped so a few inches of her toned stomach was on display. Lindsay wore a tank top that greatly showed off her—endowments; and in contrast to Heather's shorts, dark green leggings that hugged her small but fit figure. They go to the gym and stand in roll call. Boys are not even hiding the fact they are oggling the two beautiful girls. Heather notices, Lindsay does not and she just toys with the ends of her hair. "Ew, gross, I have a split end like, right here." Heather yanks it out, and a few other strands. Lindsay cringes.
"There. Now it's gone."
"Wow, thanks Heaths. You're so smart."
"I know."
"OKAY EVERYONE! 3 LAPS THEN CHECK IN!" The girls groan while the athletic muscle heads cheer and grab the footballs and basketballs from the closet.
"I am not running." Heather smugly remarks as they go out, and the sun is out but there is an invigorating breeze.
"Yeah like, sweating is gross. Right Heather?" Heather smiles at how Lindsay always needs her approval and praise. Like a little pet. She thinks.
"Yeah. So gross." They walk the track, and when they pass the other coach checking laps they barely make an effort to jog, just like most of the other girls. Most of the boys are trying to show out, but Heather just thinks they look stupid. She trips a guy running backwards to catch a football and snickers when he lands into the coach. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Klutz." She says in a fake, innocent voice. The horomone crazed boy takes one look at her toned legs and smirks.
"It's no problem, pretty girl. How about later we-"
"No." Heather cuts him off, walking away.
"Byeee!" Lindsay calls to the boy, before following her leader. The two girls stand under the shade of a tree where lots of other girls are. They're all ugly to Heather so she doesn't talk to them.
"Lindsay, we need more influence." Heather remarks as if it's some master plan to overthrow a monarch, and not just highschool.
"I don't know. One time my little brother had that and was vomiting like, everywhere. It was so gross because he threw up in my Baby Prada bag and I cried for a week." How can someone be this stupid? How? Heather just strains a smile.
"No I mean, more friends for us."
"Oooh. What about those girls?" Heather gags.
"No. I meant pretty girls."
"Ooooh." Lindsay was looking around. She points to herself.
"Sweetie, you're already my friend." Heather really isn't lying. Lindsay… was sort of the only friend she had. The blue-eyed girl childishly claps.
"Oh my gosh Heather, that means like, so much." She clutches her chest as if Heather wrote her poem or something.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Suddenly a soccer ball rolls torwards both girls. Lindsay screams and Heather gets ready to scowl at whoever was sucky enough to get it this far. Just as she was about to criticize their game-playing, she almost stops breathing when she sees his face. What the hell is this? She wonders as she tries to regain her pompus composure. She places a hand on her hip.
"Ay, I am sorry mija. I hope the ball did not graze and ruin your beauty." He says in a sweetly deep, smooth accent that is rich in evidence of a Hispanic background. Heather just scowls.
"Whatever. Just stop sucking and try to get it in the goal. It's not that hard." She reprimands. What was hard was trying to keep from staring at this beautiful boy. He had piercing green eyes, tan skin and a fit build, most likely from sports. He had long, neat hair that occasioanly got into his eyes and just the right amount of facial hair. It seemed as if hid gym shirt could barely contain his biceps. I know this guy.
"A fiesty one. Me gusta mucho. Tu es bonitismo." Lindsay shakes her head.
"Sorry, I'm on a diet. I can't eat Taco Bell." Heather shakes her head.
"Excuse her."
"Oh, I will." He grins before running off with the ball. "I'm Alejandro, by the way!" her yells behind him. Heather looks at her manicure like it's interesting.
"I already know and I don't care." she says in her normal voice.
"BYE ALLIGATO!" Lindsay waves. "OMG Heather. He was totally cute."
"Whatever."
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"Hi baby." Heather's mother smiles from a bar stool in front of the counter island. Heather grins and kisses her mother's cheek. Many people would not believe that Heather had a close relationship with her parents; well, only her mother. But, most thought she was obnoxious and bratty at home. They also thought she was a bitch constantly, had millions of servants, and parents who weren't in her life so she acted up.
None of this was true. Heather loved her mother to the end of the earth and back. Her father?
Not so much. She could be difficult at times because she was spoiled rotten, but what was expected? They were filthy rich and she was raised this way by them. She always told them it was their fault.
"Hi mommy. How was your day?" she asks, getting a lemonade and then leaning over the counter.
"Good. I sold some more houses today. How was dance?" An actual, genuine smile beams across the ebony-haired girl's face.
"It was so great mom. The fall recital is going to be so amazing." She sighs excitedly. "You and dad are coming, right?" she asks expectantly. Her mother nods.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Go shower, we're going out for dinner once your father gets home." Heather nods weakly. All she really wanted to do was sleep. She trots up the marble stairs and goes down the lengthy hall to her room, glancing out of the 2-story window that went from the floor all the way up to the high ceiling. Once she reaches the lengthy, white door, she opens it and enters her sanctuary. She immediately goes to her bathroom and strips of her slightly sweaty dance leotard. She releases her tresses from its captive topknot and starts a scalding hot shower. As the shower heats, she looks at herself in the mirror. She smirks at the reflection.
"People envy this. People envy you." She grins wickedly. "I will forever reign. God. I love being on top." She sighs contently before getting into the shower and washing away the day's grime and tire.
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