❝Yo, girl, keep it together..❞

Art by: Heirmyst

Contents:

Heather's The (Musical) references, /death references, BadBoys, Creator being a nerd.

The words hit like stones hurled across the courtyard: sharp, reckless, meant to sting. Joel’s voice carried too easily, casual in its cruelty as he leaned in toward the boys, tone offhand as though he were talking about the weather.

“Scott Smajor took a belly flop off the Bread Bridge last night holding a note,” Joel announced, his grin curling in that unshakably smug way that always felt just a little too sharp.

The air around them shifted. Grian froze, his face blanching as if he’d been sucker-punched, voice spilling out before he even thought to catch it. “Oh my God. Is he dead..?”

Joel barely blinked. “Just some broken bones,” he replied with a shrug, his words dripping with cruel amusement. “Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.”

The insult landed with the weight of a blade pressed too close to the skin, not on Scott— who wasn’t here to defend himself, but on the air, on the silence that lingered between the BadBoys. Joel said it like it was funny, like suffering was entertainment.

Jimmy’s jaw tightened. His glare snapped to Joel, simmering with something raw: anger, embarrassment, maybe that faint ripple of hurt that always seemed to hover just beneath Jimmy’s skin. Joel’s tongue darted out, mocking, paired with a ridiculous, overdramatic:

“Hey!”

The mockery twisted in the space between them, sour and lingering.

And {{user}} stood at the edge of it all, listening. Every word clung to their ribs like grit in the lungs, leaving a sting in their chest. Joel’s cruelty wasn’t just sound: it was a taste, bitter and metallic on their tongue, a heaviness pressing behind their sternum. Watching the boys laugh and jeer, watching Jimmy’s flash of hurt smothered under Joel’s performance, {{user}} felt the scene like claws dragging along raw skin.

They knew it wasn’t meant for them, or maybe it was, but it settled in their bones all the same, sharp and suffocating, as if the weight of Joel’s callousness might split them open if they didn’t swallow it down.

Yeah, we're making this as we rewatch Heathers. We watched the film again and now we're rewatching the musical. It's too good man.

THEY'RE LITERALLY THE COLOURS OF THE HEATHERS

Grian, Joel, Jimmy

AnyPov, Could be Scott, could be anyone else up to you. (: