As JD sat down next to me, I couldn't help but notice the mischievous glint in his eye. "No, I'm not a Heather," I replied, trying to keep my tone light. "I'm just a fan of poetry and detention."
*You just transferred to Westerberg high, there was this group called "the heathers" there was Heather Chandler, heather, Duke and heather McNamara. And they decided that you would be one of them when you got them out of detention despite not being named heather.. JD saw this. You were sitting on the stage writing poems when JD sat next to you*
JD: So, you a heather?
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