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wundcrlust‌:

“I’m not throwing away perfectly good croissants, and you should really eat…” Neta pouted, her hands placing themselves on her hips as she stared at the girl, walking in behind her finally. She was always going to worry about Heather. Why she insisted on calorie counting, why she was so worried when she clearly looked amazing without even trying. But that was how Heather always was, and like it or not she wasn’t sure anyone was going to change that. Neta giggled, opening one of the croissant bags and munched down, sipping her own coffee. “Because, Chan Chan…” She trailed, her hand dropping slightly as she looked at the other. “It’s the start of your day and you just have to set the mood.” Neta smirked, shaking her head. She felt bad for eating in front of the other, her shoulders dropping a bit.“Just like…one bite, bitch. It’s not going to kill you. I swear. And it’s so good mama.” Neta waved the croissant out in front of her. She didn’t care about eating or anything, she was going to be who she was going to be and that was that. “I don’t know why you don’t just enjoy food.”

“And you should stop telling me what to do, you there are things both of us need to work on apparently.” Heather replied dryly, ignoring the expression and the way she put her hands on her hips, if she gave it no attention then maybe it woulds top faster. Heather wasn’t about to change overnight in terms of how she conducted herself with food or her relationship with it, hell if anyone knew that it was Neta, the girl had known her for long enough at this point. Appearance was the woman’s first layer of armour and she wasn’t going to let it slip, not for anything. Not when she was feeling so constantly on edge. Taking another sip from the coffee she tried not to smile at the age old nickname, almost comforting in it’s familiarity after everything the two girls had been through. It showed they were still friends, that was important to Heather. Now it was her turn to put a hand on her narrow hips, looking at the other point blank with raised eyebrows. “It’s not going to kill me? I’ve heard that one before Mac and it didn’t end well for me, so how about we save that little argument for someone who is going to give it the time of day.” Batting the croissant away from her face with a grimace. “Would you just shut up about food for a god damn second, fuck.” She finally snapped, swallowing.

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freczeyourbrain‌:

“AH DAMN IT, there go my dreams of being on the big screen.” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm as he smirked a bit to himself, gaze more so focused on finishing up at work so he could get back to his place and far away from this girl who was becoming more and more of a thorn in his side by the minute. “hate to break it to you, but i like my job, it doesn’t involve staring at a mirror and picking myself apart.” jd told her with ease, although he paused for a moment with his back to her when she brought up veronica. it was always a sore spot for him, his past relationship with her, and the way heather seemingly tortured her for her own enjoyment. “now you’re thinking about my sex life? color me flattered, heather, but to answer your question: i have no idea what you’re talking about.” and he was sticking to that answer because admitting any bit of guilt would give her satisfaction and a lead to point even more fingers in his direction. 

“LAST I CHECKED, you came here and decided to bother me, it’s sort of cute how much i seem to be on your mind…is it really that lonely being a frigid cold slag?” he asked with a raise of his brow, glancing over at her with that same devilish smirk on the corner of his brims. turning to lean against the car behind him, he crossed his arms over his chest, “you really think i give a fuck about what other people think? newsflash, i could give two shits about anyone’s opinion, yours included. you were the one obsessed with what everyone thought of you in high school, still seems to be the case.” he scoffed, stepping up to her as his lip curled slightly, his father could be dead for all he knew and jd could care less, “go ahead, tell the police, if i really did something they would’ve caught me by now. but i didn’t do anything, there’s no proof pointing to me being to blame, so throw a fit because guess what? it’s a waste of your time, nobody gives a fuck heather. never have, never will. when you were gone, everyone was overjoyed to not have to put up with your bullshit anymore.”

“I’m sure you’re used to being disappointed by now. Oh no hold on, I meant you must be used to being a disappointment, that was my mistake, a simple slip of the tongue.” Heather replied with crossed arms as she watched him work, not understand how anyone could possibly like doing what he did, you’d constantly be so dirty that was an issue for one. Heather hated to be dirty, go figure. He had hit the nail on the head about her job but she wasn’t going to agree with him, heaven forbid, just because she spent her life picking apart her own appearance that didn’t mean the woman didn’t enjoy what she did. Just…in a different way. “Maybe I like my job, ever considered that? I can understand why you wouldn’t want to do it though, there would be so much to criticise you’d never be able to get away from the mirror.” Pursing her lips she couldn’t say she was surprisedly the way he fervently denied everything she said, classic JD style, he might look different on the outside but to her he was still the same sour loner who had skulked around their halls at high school. “Bullshit, but you can keep saying that if it helps you sleep at night.”

Raising her eyebrows the insult was almost creative, except for one key flaw she noticed straight away. “A frigid cold slag? How contradictory, do you just say the first thing that comes into your head or are you thicker than I first thought? By definition I can’t be both, pick a lane Dean because you’re swerving all over the god damn road right now.” Her eyes moved across his face, taking in the creepy smirk with a curl of her lips, it made her skin crawl but then again it always had. Nothing new there. Taking a few steps towards him she narrowed her eyes, god she wanted to slap him so badly. “At least people had a reaction when I was gone, when you’re gone no one will even fucking notice because you’re such an insignificant skid mark on the face of the earth that is trying so hard to make something of themselves but no one wants to fucking know.” Her voice getting slowly quieter as she carried on, glare in her eyes full of venom and hatred.

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walkingmxuth‌:

If life was a cartoon, Heather would have been able to audibly hear Grover gulp when her finger smoothed across his collar. Grover was thankful that it wasn’t a cartoon, though he imagined himself running much like the RoadRunner did. He allowed himself a mere half a second to imagine that before he snapped back to attention. “I- I- I-” Words, Grover. Use your words. “I didn’t mean, I shouldn’t have- Really, that’s not me, I’m not the kind of person to do that and I really shouldn’t have and oh god, I’m so sorry.” He was stammering, tripping over his own words as he tried to get the right ones out, but nothing sounded right. Nothing would ever sound right when a woman like this was standing so close. Not when her hand was placed ever so carefully on his chest, her voice soft but her eyes narrowed. Grover had never been more terrified in his life. “I don’t know what came over me, I swear. I just wanted to tell you my name, and then I was moving over there and,” And this was a great time to contemplate the sweet release of death, right? That wasn’t too dramatic, all things considered.

Heather was greatly enjoying the way the man was finding it hard to grapple with his words right now. Call it friendly payback for the ambush she’d received a couple of hours ago in the park, but really they were both going to be winners in this situation. In a sense. Only Heather was the only one who was in on the game. “It’s not you? That’s a shame, I do love a man who can face up to what he wants, there is nothing less attractive than someone who can’t commit to what they crave.” The girl whispered, a stage whisper, but her eyes were dark and lusty as they looked directly into his. Bestowing, yes that was the right word, a smile on the stuttering mess stood in front of her the girl tipped her head to one side, pulling her bottom lip gently between her teeth, chest lifting ever so slightly to emphasise her cleavage. “You mean you didn’t want to kiss me? Well that’s disappointing, there was me feeling like I was special but you’re telling me otherwise?” Feigned disappointment flickering across her expression that was entirely put on, gaze falling a little as if she was really upset at this news. Honestly, Heather was pretty sure she deserved an Oscar for this shit.

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adastrvs‌:

          it wasn’t hard for regina to pretend around heather at all. if anything, it was her second nature. there were few people she genuinely liked bu for the sake of her public image and her ego, she had to have a large number of friends. heather not only looked good on camera, but she also had a nice follower count.    ❛    don’t worry too much about me. i mean, fashion is what i do. i can take care of myself and i know how to stay away from gaudy clothing, but i appreciate your concern.    ❜    she doubted it was real concern, though. it felt like everything was a competition when it came to her and heather.    ❛    a shame, really. i’m sure you would’ve wore it better than whoever presented this dress. but then again, there are very few pieces you don’t look good in.     ❜    the dress she wore at that fashion show being one of them, but she left that part out. every person had different taste. she was still working on how to accept that, but maybe one day, she will get there.    ❛    no, heather. i just told you. i’m still working on gathering inspiration for the next photoshoot. this is what the photographer suggested. we’ll meet tomorrow for brainstorming.    ❜

“My concern is only for your sake Regina, you know that.” If the two of them went near an open flame they’d go up in a heartbeat because there was that much fakeness between the two. If they were a fabric they’d be polyester because nothing was genuine at all. Smiling sweetly at the other she put her hand to her chest, laughing softly. “You’re always too nice to me, but you are correct. The person who presented it was…questionable at best. Have you ever considered modelling? I’ve noticed that whole ‘ugly pretty’ thing is becoming more common now so maybe you’d be able to get on the catwalk as well.” Backhanded comment, a Chandler special, delivered with a kind smile as she carried on looking at the photos. “Well thank god for that because these are vile. Look at the way they have the models on the floor, they’re not using any of their muscles to support them which has the skin splaying out in a really unattractive way. Why would anyone buy that? Promise me you’ll get some models with core strength if you’re planning on having them leaning or laying on anything, for your own good.”

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stcrlightandshadows‌:

。·:✧:· SHRUGGING HER SHOULDERS, wednesday played with the small straw in her drink. this girl had a comeback for almost everything, which the dark haired girl really appreciated. but she’d never admit, especially not to this girl that the alcohol she’d been drinking was making her feel just a little bit more intoxicated than she should’ve really been. “mmmm, fair point.” chuckling, she turned back to look up at the girl, her dark eyes only seeming more dark  than usual. “no, you don’t, you look like you can take care of yourself, but most people… they stay away from me, because they know what i’m capable of and how i spend my time. the way i look doesn’t help either. but you, well, you’re beautiful and sometimes, it’s possible to be blinded by beauty,” she explained. finally turning her full body toward her, she flashed her a small smile, something that rarely happened. “wednesday, that’s my name.”

Heather laughed, tossing some hair over her shoulder as she rested her elbow on the bar to her left, looking at the other curiously. “What you’re capable of? Is that your attempt to sound hard or do you really just believe that?” She asked smoothly, fingers still toying with the stem of her elegant martini glass. “Go on then, tell me what you’re capable of sweetie, I’m dying to know now, you’ve peaked my interest.” Which was true, if someone could give themselves such a build up she would hope there would be something to back it up. Letting her tongue flick across her bottom lip as she took in the compliments showered over her, if nothing else that was a reason to keep the conversation going but the model was also finding this other woman weirdly fascinating. “Wednesday is your name? I see, were Monday or Tuesday already taken? Why did your parents decide against Friday, everyone knows it has the best reputation of all the days.” She replied dryly.

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thctgolden‌:

           " who said i wanted to ? more so felt like i had to given you were already there. ” moritz’s usually nervous disposition seemingly melted away as he spoke to heather. in fact, she brought out the drier side of his personality. moritz just didn’t have the energy to worry about what she thought because, truthfully ? he didn’t actually care. mean girls tended to stay in their set boxes from what he knew, so he just allowed her to lead the conversation, but he wouldn’t allow her to walk over him. the more she held onto him, the deeper his frown furrowed into his brow. “ the kiss was fine. i’ve had better and i’ve had worse, ” moritz said, his tone entirely nonchalant as he spoke, but retracting his arms a little, only to find that she still remained hanging onto him. 

“You could have pushed me away but you didn’t, it’s okay sweetie, I won’t tell anyone that you wanted it.” Heather smirked, this man was almost entirely different from the one she’d accosted in the street not long ago, but this version was…well it was preferable to say the lest. She was almost enjoying herself. Putting a hand up, as best she could in her inebriated state, I front of him she looked affronted. “Hold on a second, you know that kiss was fucking amazing, I don’t care if you think I’m an asshole but don’t lie to my face. It doesn’t make you smart, it doesn’t make you win, it just makes you look like a liar.” Not noticing he was moving his arms away, still using it to keep herself vertical as best she could, her choice of shoe hadn’t been very good since she wanted to go out drinking but hindsight was an amazing thing.

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ontxpoftheworld‌:

“Here’s the other thing, I don’t love sitting still….” Jesse explained, sucking air between his teeth. He remembered getting dragged to get his hair cut when he was a kid, being forced to sit down on a chair shaped like a duck as some poor sap tried to cut the hair of a squirming child. It was torture. “No…you’re right.” His parents were always telling him it was time to grow up, maybe it took a random stranger telling him the same for it to actually happen. Jesse grimaced at the thought. He had a mental picture of him wearing one of his father’s sweater vests and he physically shuddered at the thought. Maybe not yet…”Charity case for the month?” Jesse repeated, laughing a bit. “Why am I so lucky? Or am I just that tragic looking?” He teased, raising her eyebrows at her. Wait…maybe he didn’t want to know the answer for that. “Um, collared shirt and slacks? There’s no real dress code besides not jeans, I guess.”

“How surprising, you’re not living up to your puppy exterior at all with that confession.” Heather replied sarcastically with a single raised eyebrow, triumphant smirk playing on her red lips. So the girl liked being right, was that really surprising? At the question she looked him up and down slowly with her piercing eyes, a look that could freeze hell over if she had a mind, before meeting his gaze steadily. “Just that tragic looking, when you inflict depression on other people by your outward appearance it’s time for a change, don’t you think?” He got an answer anyway, regardless of if he’d actually wanted it. “I guess we better go to Selfridges then. It’s going to be the place with the most variety under one roof and I don’t hours on end to fritter away on…” Her hand motioned to him in a single movement. “I have a car, come on.”

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musicvls‌:

with a heavy sigh, theresa took one last longing look in the direction of the restaurants in view before turning around, a pout on her lips as she stared the stranger down. “go ahead, show me which one’s yours.” with a dismissive wave of her hand, she conceded by walking back toward the other woman. “it already sounds like i’ll have to, but maybe it’s just a malfunctioning light. do you have another way to get around if you don’t have your car?”

Heather gestured with her red manicured nail towards the nearby matte black BMW X7 that was sitting nearby, as if there was any question about which of the cars in the nearby vicinity would belong to her, but she’d humour the woman if that’s what it took to have it looked at. “Another way around if I don’t have a car? I guess I’ll have to call a car service won’t I, but it would be massively inconvenient, it would be much more helpful if you could just do…whatever magic you go underneath the hood or whatever and tell me what the cost is.” Heather Chandler had no idea how car mechanics worked, and it showed.

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freczeyourbrain‌:

AS SHE SPOKE, all he could muster up was a very fake look of confusion, the tiny smile in the corner of his lips probably giving him away. but, just like her past guzzling down drain cleaner, she had no proof he was involved. “goons? sorry heather, i don’t know what you’re talking about, i don’t have goons? i’m not a 1950′s mob boss.” jd said easily, tossing the rag he’d always carried from cleaning off his hands over his shoulder as he double-checked the car to his right was for sure locked. “sorry to hear you didn’t get that much sleep though, with whatever was going on at your home, i was wondering why you looked even more like you have a giant stick up your ass. maybe invest in some noise-cancelling headphones.” and with that, he gave her a shit-eating grin as he walked past her, checking the next car behind her. 

HE REFUSED TO FEED into the bait, so he simply chuckled at heather as he glanced over to her, “you really have made up this big bad world where i’m the main character in it, haven’t you? i’m not scared of shit, certainly not you.” jd told her with a raise of his brow, doing the same as the last car and double-checking it was locked. 

Watching JD’s reaction the model couldn’t help but roll her eyes, laughing emptily. “We can all thank our lucky stars you never tried to go into acting, can’t we, because you’d never have made it anywhere. Then again that would have brought me tremendous joy, but being a grease monkey is almost as amusing for me.” Her tone was sickly sweet in a painfully fake way, breaking out into a matching smile that went nowhere near her eyes. “Goons, no I’m pretty sure you do have goons. Back in high school you had Veronica and now you have those men. Do you fuck them as well or was that a special treat reserved for the forgery freak?” Her nose wrinkled as she followed the rag with her eyes, praying nothing like that ever entered her life, even by accident. She felt dirty just looking at it. Hands on her hips as he carried on checking cars, following him a couple of steps at a time.

“It’s not a big bad world where you’re the main character, you’re not even the main character in your own sad world trust me. I do know that you constantly seem to be making a nuisance of yourself and it’s starting to get really boring.” Kissing her teeth with her tongue she smirked. “Do you think you’re smart? Because I can promise you that’s not something the rest of the world sees. Maybe you should have stayed with your loser father instead of trying whatever your trying, then I wouldn’t have to tell the police i now know where you are.” 

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Text :: Art lunch woman

Janis: I was trying to be kind but I'm also not interested in pursuing a straight women. I hardly want lunch to seem like a chore for you, does matching you wit for wit make thing any more appealing to you?

Heather: Not the impression you're giving off but i'll let you live in your fantasy if that's easier. Trust me, if it was too much of a chore I wouldn't be doing it, charity or not i'm still not going to do something I have zero interest in. You're on maybe a ....0.5 level of interest to me. On a good day.

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“Damn, son. So is this like… like, goodbye?” “Goodbye, Johnny.”

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walkingmxuth‌:

Grover had almost immediately run off to work, keeping himself busy as he tried not to think about the terrible disaster that was his life. He had just… He had just run up and kissed her. She had been minding her own business and he had run up, laying one on her lips, before bolting. His hands shook as he tended to the flowers, making sure they were all getting the nutrients they needed, hoping and praying that this would not be the day he died. The bell above the door went off and Grover looked up to see this was indeed the day he would die, his body straightening almost instantly as he looked at her with absolute fear in his eyes. “I- I didn’t mean-” He shook his head quickly, searching for any words that could actually help him in this situation. “I don’t know why I did that,” he finally admitted honestly. “I shouldn’t have done that, it was rude and inconsiderate, and definitely not something I normally do.” He was rambling, painfully aware that despite it all he doubted he’d change anything if he could.

Taking a few steps forwards she kept her hands on her hips, this boy was getting intimidated very easily for someone who had kissed a practical stranger out of the blue. “You know what you did could have been considered assault?” Well if nothing else scared him then that would, but something made her think he was already there. Now the girl was close enough to reach out and touch him, perfectly manicured hand first going to his collar as she smoothed a finger across it slowly. “I got a lot of questions after you left, on set. I was at work you know, when you decided to pull your little stunt. If it’s not something you normally do then why in fresh hell did you do it to me?” Her eyes were hard, her hand on his collarbone over his top soft, juxtaposition, nothing was more unnerving she found. When her father had scolded the little girl he’d always had the softest voice you could imagine, and that was what Heather found most terrifying. It had leaked into her own repertoire. 

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stcrlightandshadows‌:

。·:✧:· NODDING AS SHE took a sip of her drink, keeping her eyes, down on her drink, wednesday wasn’t sure what to say to her. it wasn’t that she didn’t know what to say, nah, she had quite a few ideas, but the girl in front of her seemed to be one of those that had a comeback for everything. a soft laugh escaped her lips, almost sounding like a scoff. “enjoyment is good, but too much enjoyment is dangerous.” a smirk rested on her face as she turned back to face her. “but danger, well, that can be enjoyed as well,” she explained, curious about what made this girl tick. not many people could match her darkness or even her sense of desire for danger or those things mysterious, but this girl was interesting. there was something about her that wednesday had to know more about. “many things, many things that most people fear and rush away from, but firstly, what a girl like you is doing here alone. not generally a place for a girl to be alone.”

Heather didn’t speak, didn’t even move, she just kept her eyes trained on the other woman with persistent steadiness. She knew the most subtle ways to gain the upper hand, hell she’d been training herself in it since high school, watching her father do it since she was even younger, no one could blame Heather Chandler of not doing her homework. Even if it was the wrong kind. “Too much of anything can be a bad thing.” She simply replied, glancing around the room with her eyes but not head. No that remained facing the other. This other girl was dark, it made Heather narrow her eyes when they landed back on her, pointed shrug from her. “You’re a girl and you’re here alone, are you implying that I have less ability to look after myself because…what? Do I look like some kind of damsel in distress to you?” She knew she didn’t, or at least didn’t come across like that once her sharp tongue was released into the mix. “Think very carefully about your answer before you volunteer it. Miss...?”

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thctgolden‌:

as the girl leaned back, he frowned a little, the taste of alcohol lingering on his lips for a long moment. in fact, the taste was so strong that he pulled a face ( and he was a guy who drank alcohol most days ). “ considering you kissed me, that’s a bit rich. it feels like you wanted to kiss me. ” he shrugged lightly. however, when she stumbled, he instantly reached out, just in case she needed something, well someone, to hang on to. “ i don’t think you walking away from me after my last comment counts as a win, honestly, and i don’t think you coming up to me, drunk, counts as a win over. ” moritz had got over his intimidation of her, in fact he was simply bored of her presence if she was continually planning to undermine him like he did. “ was there a reason for you kissing me ? or do you just like playing with people ? i think it’s the latter, but i’ll open my mind a bit. ”

“Are you saying you didn’t want to kiss me too? Come on, we both know from the way you ended up kissing me back that’s not true.” Heather smiled slightly, raising her eyebrows as he reached out to help her when she stumbled. Taking advantage and putting her hand on his forearm to keep herself upright. “So chivalrous, what will I ever do to repay you.” The brunette joked, not letting go. That was a conscious decision. “Playing with people? I’m not playing with you, I kissed you because you’re very attractive and I’m not blind? Can a girl be blamed for acting on their instincts? Look, I know I was kinda a bitch to you when we last met but I was having a bad day blah blah blah all that shit. I’m in a much better mood now.” Even drunk Heather knew what she was saying, each word was still thought through…even if it was thought through a slightly more hazy brain. “Did you not like the kiss?” She murmured, as if it was just between them.

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musicvls‌:

tink wasn’t sure she entirely appreciated the other woman’s attitude. she considered her words for a moment before raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms, chin lifting defiantly. “if you expect me to do shit to your car other than slash its tires, you may want to reconsider the way you speak to me.” even if she was covered in grease; at least it was a sign she’d been doing something productive with her time. nothing about her said she’d ever experienced a day of work in her life. to theresa, that felt far more pathetic.

“your car battery shouldn’t leak ever, let alone ‘more than usual’.” she bit her lip, considering leaving her food behind in order to examine the car right away, before recalling queen bee’s tone from before and continuing on her path. “when you aren’t rushing, you’re just wasting time. there’s no point in that, is there? especially not when i may have to take your car in overnight.”

“Well are you trying to tell me you’re not covered in grease? Because you may not like my words but you can’t deny then are more than a little true.” Heather sneered, letting out a laugh when she mentioned slashing tires. “Pretty sure that goes against some kind of mechanic code.” Waving a manicured hand in the direction of the other cars in the space. Rolling her eyes with annoyance she tsked her tongue, the idea of the car being taken in overnight not filling her with joy at all. “Well how was I meant to know that? I’m not a car person, I drive it, I don’t….tinker with it. Do you want to maybe look at it and tell me if you’re going to need to take it in overnight instead of just sitting there? You might not have appointments to keep but I do.”

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ontxpoftheworld‌:

“Right?” JT agreed, offering her a boyish grin. “Plus it’s one less thing I gotta do in the mornings, right?” Although something told him this girl wouldn’t take likely to the fact that he didn’t spend much on his appearance in the morning. “Seriously though, if you have any ideas…” JT shrugged his shoulders, the kind where his whole body seemed to move with him. “Keep in mind, I’m a school teacher so….big expensive procedures are definitely out of the picture.” He laughed, holding his arms out for her to inspect. JT was dressed in what some people would call…fatigue chic. Big oversized t-shirt, cargo shorts…heeleys. His normal summertime getup. He knew that Heather was less than impressed with him, but maybe she’d throw him a bone. His principal was always getting on him about ‘professional dress’, maybe this was the year he’d actually get that makeover he’s been promising Principal Allen for years.

He reminded her of a puppy, one who needed a bit of a haircut but was on the whole pretty cute, in a just out of potty training way. “Well, maybe that’s a routine you might consider changing a bit. Being a school teacher is no excuse for being lazy when you’re getting ready.” Not that she would have any idea, a school teacher couldn’t be further from any kind of aspiration Heather Chandler had ever possessed. “A haircut isn’t a big expensive procedure, I’m not about to suggest you get a nose job for gods sake.” Why did everyone assume she was going to tell them to spend a million pounds to edit part of their look. Well probably what she was wearing, but whatever that was by the by. “You could get a new pair of jeans as well, that wouldn’t do any harm. What do you have to wear to school?” Okay yes she could smell a make over coming on…she loved a make over that was for sure. And spending time with men who were easy on the eye. “I might be able to help you. Like...my charity for the month.”