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Jason had little respect for Heather on a good day. On a bad day - such as the one he was currently having - his feelings could be summed up nicely with words such as loathing, and passively homicidal. “ Well, if it isn’t the queen B, Heather C., ” He sneered. “ Watch many girls shove their fingers down their throats recently ? ”

heels clicked against the linoleum of the hall, carving a path through the student body of westerburg. of course, right as she passed him by, billy the kid decided to use that god damned snark that made her want to see her louboutins firmly lodged in his windwipe. heather was admittedly half appalled by the fact that he had the guts to actually address her. she whipped around to face him with a quirked brow – normally she’d not waste her time on such a lowlife, but it was a slow day. ❝—- i’ve got better things to do than watch heather hack up milk chunks && unsalted crackers. ❞ cold eyes scanned him up && down, crimson painted lips pressing into a line. ❝—- still more appealing than talking to you. fuck off. ❞