<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/9igByIf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>"Highlights" - Heather Donald<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th - 12:00(ish)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tessa Cantrell, Kitty Pryde, Rogue (also posting order), CLOSED<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Heather does some gentle flirting with Rogue and accidentally gets too obvious. Michelle sees. Heather eats and converses. Michelle and Jasmine try to change the topic of conversation to boys. Heather brings up Justin (an NPC student)<br/>Other girls are:  Kioki Kasagana (http://i.imgur.com/v5mzcjI.jpg), Michelle Dawson (http://i.imgur.com/aIeDAqa.jpg), Rachel Finnegan (http://i.imgur.com/Cy1iDWV.jpg), & Jasmine (http://i.imgur.com/xNZtK7l.jpg)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Exactly This (http://i.imgur.com/gmgbVEh.jpg), Zebra bra and all. And These Shoes (http://i.imgur.com/0l6s5yw.jpg)<br/><hr/>“It’s okay babe.” She whispered back to Rogue at a quiet level that she could barely hear in her own ears. The smile was obvious in her tone of voice, that high pitched thin quality of her voice was more airy than usual when she whispered. Michelle could hear them, but the little kitten of a teenager never talked about the secrets she learned this way. It wasn’t fair to other people. Well, she told Jasmine later, but that didn’t count. So things moved on calmly.<br/><br/>Heather was starting to calm down. She had enough food in front of her to keep her hands busy as the brief moments of anxiety skipped over the group. It was almost nice that Rogue had been rude to the new girl. It worked because Rogue knew how to apologize, and how to clear things up. It allowed that ice to be broken between everyone, and Heather could tell that Tessa was hesitant about exposing her powers. And, as she went into it, she could see why.<br/><br/><strong>“That’s…”</strong>Heather couldn’t exactly be kind in situations like this, she was too unintelligent to really hold back her judgements. She was talking about Tessa’s power.<strong>“Like, if you wanted to, you could... have this conversation with us over and over until you got it right?” </strong>Heather was suddenly concerned that Tessa had already had this conversation a few times. Her eyes widened and her mouth went almost crooked on her face.<strong>“I mean, you probably haven’t but that is wild.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Yeah!” </strong>Jasmine added from the other side of the table as Kitty and Rogue made mentions of the power as well. The whole table seemed to agree that there was something very impressive about the new girl.<strong>“I would never fail a test again.” </strong>She chuckled and Michelle seemed to enjoy the joke that wasn’t much of a joke with her.<br/><br/><strong>“Hey now…”</strong>Heather said as Rogue announced herself as the bitch,<strong> “You’re no such thing.”</strong>She was a comforting voice with a tightness in her throat that most motherly voices didn’t have. She clearly cared for Rogue a little it more than she cared for the other girls at the table. As much as the two of them tried to hide their romantic relationship as it formed. They were roommates, and the best friend syndrome between them was tight in the air when they were together like this. The rest of the lunch table would have been used to it by now, but there was new girl present.<br/><br/>Heather sort of shrugged happily and looked down at her hands. She didn’t realize it, but she had had her arm squeezed, and her own hand searched for the connection after it broke. It had traveled right and found Rogue’s hand.<em>‘Oops.’</em><br/><br/>She let go slowly, and peeled it back in, unsure of how long she’d had it there, looking back up, her eyes happened to land on Michelle. The girl with a cat face was looking right at her and chewing with no expression. Heather smiled, and Michelle rolled her eyes in amusement. Luckily, most every one at the table had been pre-occupied.<br/><br/>Heather refocused to her left and tried to follow the conversation after falling behind a bit.<br/><br/>She smiled to herself when Rogue kicked her under the table and stole some of her food. Her lips purse and she took a sidelong glance at her girly, lingering just a few seconds with her sexy eyes. The only thing missing was a signature lip bite. In stead, Heather was biting the inside of her cheek, still trying to keep their thing a secret. It was hard not to expose them, so she quickly turned back to her left to listen to Rachel and Tessa continue the conversation.<br/><br/>As the girls around her talked about Salem, the mansion, rykers, prisons, and so on, Heather stuffed her face as politely as she could. Heather could actually eat an entire horse if she wanted to. She could eat a mud ball the size of a horse. The plate in front of her was limited by time. She knew she had plenty still, but she wasn’t leaving until the plate was empty.<em>‘I’ll be damned.’</em>she thought as she chewed quickly, watching her friends and trying not to laugh.<br/><br/>Whatever Heather’s thoughts were, they were high pitched happy sounds, wordless and shapeless when everything was going well. She was a bit of a blabber mouth as well, and her inner monologue didn’t have a lot of power over her voice. But she knew not to talk when she chewed. Her stomach rumbled happily, everything was spectacular between her and Rogue in the moment. Her bracelets were littered across her left arm, and there was just dance music in her mind.<br/><br/>Heather didn’t like talking about politics very much. She never really had much to say, and she was always worried that she would feel stupid if she said anything out loud. But,<strong>“I think this is a good place.”</strong>She looked about innocently, sort of speaking to everyone, taking a break from her lunch.<strong>“I mean… it’s not the school’s fault that we’re here. Or, professor X’s.”</strong>She looked down and shrugged again, a bit of a tick when she was confused and delighted by it.<br/><br/><strong>“I really like it here, there are a lot of friendly people here, there's like a school for people who like learning. There's all kinds of good stuff, wi fi, tvs, a gym, good food. I grew up poor with too many people, so living in a mansion with too many people is pretty nice."</strong>She was starting to ramble a bit at this point, but she didn't show signs of slowly down. She didn't even like talking politics.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't know, I feel like we have it better than all the other mutants..."</strong>she hadn't really learned the political correct term yet.<strong>"I have a nice bed...I mostly just feel bad for the people like us that aren’t here. It’s crazy out there.” </strong>Heather had heard a lot of stories while she’d been there, and the newer the student was, the more intimidated she usually was by what they’d been through. And Yolande was the 2nd most recent. She was really hoping that this meeting would go a little bit better.<br/><br/>Michelle leaned over the table and looked at everyone with a pointed nature, her head jestered when she spoke and her voice was equal parts girly and inhuman.<strong>“Ladiess, letds kive 'Dess' a shance dah breav. I was scayerd when new. We should be finking aboutd when we fiwrd god here.”</strong>Her eyes sort of scanned everyone. Her voice was adorable if not difficult to understand.<br/><br/>Jasmine knew what she was talking about, though. She spent a lot of time with the feline-girl.<strong> “Yeah. I mean, the interview game is hard to play."</strong>Jasmine and Michelle were less concerned with politics and Tess, and they enjoyed a different type of conversation. They weren't exactly the nice girls at the table.<strong>"Let’s talk about boys or something.”</strong><br/><br/>Heather liked this topic, and she was too much like a goldfish to understand what Michelle and Jasmine were up to. She sat forward and straightened her back.<strong>“Justin got all protective of me in the halls. Right Kitty?”</strong>She giggled a bit, mostly uninterested in her ‘guardian’ again. He had wanted something serious from her, and she knew that she wouldn’t have been able to be that with him.<strong>“Someone should tend to him, super nice guy, and he can do that thing with his body that’s fun.”</strong>She pointed down to the table without thinking.<br/><br/>That hadn’t sounded right, she knew she would have to correct herself.<strong>“Well, that too.”</strong>She wasn’t being careful, Rogue had learned about her past a long time ago, she literally wore it on her sleeve.<strong>“But, you can jump on him, his head, or his chest or his arms, ‘cause he’as’a forcefield body or whatever... like a trampoline.”</strong>Her hands were bouncing over the table slowly and harmlessly like a bad dance move.<br/><strong> <em> </em></strong><br/><strong>“He’s fun.”</strong><br/>