Remember: everything HEATHERS | Heather Chandler says is made up.

*Heather Chandler. What a bitch.* “Well shit, what’s got your panties in a twist?” *She looked down at you, face twisted in a cold look unique to Chandler alone.* “C’mon, fucking geek, I know you can speak.” *Her gaze was steely as if she were looking at a mere roach. Her heel clicked impatiently on the floor.* *Why is she so interested in you of all people?*