My Mythic Bitch In Red

Chapter Eighteen

Heather Chandler's POV

It was Friday, the night of Ram's big party. I sighed and looked at my outfit options, all red and white and gold. The fabrics were soft and luxurious and the price tags were hefty, but why wouldn't they be? I was a part of the richest family in town and my father genuinely didn't care if I maxed a credit card or two.

So I examined my options and chose a short, black and white skirt with thick vertical stripes. On top I selected a baggier, bright red t-shirt to tuck in, and matching thigh high socks. I picked up my normal heels and got to work on hair and makeup, choosing a straight style (despite the fact that I am not straight at all), and red lipstick that matched the shirt. It wasn't fashionable, it wasn't what people around me wore. But I guess I'd just have to stick out then, because I looked pretty damn cool. I felt futuristic and hot, so I knew I'd be going like this. Then, to put on the outfit, stop by 7-Eleven, and be off. The party was starting in a couple of minutes, but who was I if not fashionably late by a half hour or so?

So I put on my outfit, tucking the shirt into the skirt, and pulled on my socks and shoes. I almost walked out before remembering a little silver purse that held extra lipstick, about $100 in cash, gum, and a sticky note with emergency phone numbers just in case.

I nodded and ran out, excited to see (y/n). I was less excited to see Ram Sweeney, but I guess sometimes you just have to deal with what life gives you. If Ram was on fire and I had a fire extinguisher in my arms, I'd rather throw it at him than use it. Aim for the head. 

I realized I'd gotten into my car and was currently just staring ahead of me, thinking. I shook my head and turned the car on to drive. McNamara's house was closer and I was bringing her today as well, so I stopped the car and honked my horn to get her out. She scurried out, wearing a pale orange sundress with a matching flower crown and black flats. She climbed in shotgun and I gave a small smile.

"Hey, Mac. You look nice this evening." I complimented, already pulling out to head over to (y/n)'s house. 

"Thanks, Chandler. You too, I hardly even recognized you! The hair's so straight! I never knew it was that long!" She giggled. 

"You seem chipper, what's that about?" I questioned, still staring straight ahead at the road. 

"I'm just happy about seeing Kurt. I really like him, I think if he doesn't ask me out, I'm gonna ask him! He's a really nice guy when he likes you," I saw her leg bouncing from the corner of my eye, and she sounded so happy yet distant. 

We pulled up to (y/n)'s house and I honked the horn once again. I gasped a little bit when she exited her house, adorned in a bright purple skirt and black oversized sweater that managed to show off her figure beautifully. She also wore fuzzy-looking black socks and galaxy print converse. She was absolutely stunning, and I doubted my ability to drive with that picture in my head. I gave the biggest grin my face allowed as she climbed in.

"Woah, Heather, your hair's straight! It looks great. Way straighter than me!" She laughed, reaching out to touch a strand.

"You're not straight?" Mac turned to face her.

"No, I'm bi, that's not a problem right?" She showed some fear in her eyes and my heart skipped a beat. Like we'd punish her for not being straight. Of course, she had no clue about Mac or that I was out to her. She probably figured she was like everyone else in the generation, homophobic and cruel. What a way to live, despising people for who they are, killing them for a love that's illegal and wrong to some. I gave a sympathetic look and shook my head, driving to 7-Eleven to get some corn nuts and motor to the party we were all dolled up for. 

"Actually, I'm bi too and she's gay, you don't have anything to worry about," McNamara soothed in a gentle voice, like a mother comforting a scared child that hid behind her legs. In the mirror, I saw (y/n) nod and sink back down into her seat in relief. No bullying or outing-to-the-school were happening anytime soon, at least on my watch. I'd throw myself in front of a bullet for this little dumbass, as if I'd let some nobody taunt her for something so ridiculous. 

"What a fucking relief, people I can make gay jokes around and not fear getting shot at for it." She gave a grin that implied she just told a stupid pun, not lightly mentioned her own death. Though that grin gave me a surge of warmth that flowed through my veins.

"We're here, losers. (y/n), if you would grab us some corn nuts, that would be great." I flashed her a grin and she jokingly saluted and clambered out. She almost faceplanted on the concrete but she didn't. I somehow felt a bit proud at her for that. But damn, that was the clumsy idiot I loved. That was my clumsy idiot. Well, hopefully she would be my clumsy idiot someday. A wife that I'd have to catch all the time when she tripped on her own feet. Yes, my love, you walk without dying or emotionally scarring yourself. 

"You're so in love!" McNamara screeched, grinning like the madwoman she was.

"So what if I am? She probably doesn't like me..." I felt a twinge of sadness but covered it.

"How do you know?"

"Well, we kissed and totally had a moment, but then she told me she didn't want a relationship. But I don't know if she's not ready, or if that was a cover-up to make me feel better about her not wanting to date me. But the kiss was so good and we were so happy and-" I ranted, before pausing and just staring ahead dully.

"You kissed and didn't TELL ME?!" McNamara gasped. 

"Besides the point!" I snapped and her face fell, before I realized my mistake and softened up. "Sorry, I just... I'm just stressed and scared. I like her so much..." I whined. I just wanted a moment to myself with my friend to reflect on the kiss and everything. I just wanted her to like me back. I wouldn't give my feelings away for the world, but if she liked me a quarter as much as I liked her, she would have loved me so fucking much.

But I just sighed. Now wasn't the time for feelings and shit.

Now was time to party.

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