<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PwyTf2w.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Highlights - Heather Donald<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School Hallways<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th 11:00 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Yolande<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Heather tries to meet a new friend.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>These Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/fwS8yWn.jpg) - No purse, no jacket, no bookbag.<br/><hr/>Heather could sense the sarcasm. She made a face immediately, not caring to say anything in response. Yolande was on point. That was a stupid ass thing to say. She shrugged and held quiet until Yolande thanked her. She met the girl’s sarcasm with her own<strong>“Oh, my pleasure.”</strong>Heather had a likable voice. She was melodic and healthy. And she was vibrant, there was not an ounce of exhaustion in her entire body.<br/><br/>The outlash that came next was surprising. Heather did want to make sure that Yolande was ok, but the idea of having her mind read didn’t surprise her, nor did she even notice it happen. Heather was honestly too dumb. And she wore her emotions on her sleeve better than anyone else. The good thing was that her emotions were always pretty playful and upbeat.<br/><br/>She let the anger come out of Yolande with a look of calm innocense. For a moment she looked like some kind of european transfer student that didn’t understand English in the slightest. It truly looked like she was too confused to know where she was. That expression slowly started to spread into a smile once the taller girl finished.<br/><br/><strong>“A pity thing?”</strong>Heather’s voice blurted out the question, shocked by the suggestion. A laugh started,<strong>“no,”</strong>and continued a little more than she probably should have. Heather had a beautiful laugh. It was effortless and true. It was easy to tell that she was mostly just enjoying herself.<br/><br/><strong>“I always feel good. I’m not talking to you because I want to feel special for helping. You’re just hot…in like every way, right now.”</strong>Heather’s eyes looked down for a moment. She wasn’t sure if she was sexually attracted to this girl or not. Heather had some depth when choosing her romantic partners. Getting along was the most important part. But, Yolande was gorgeous. It was a good way to get into Heather’s heart.<strong>“Intimidating, powerful, Sexy."</strong>She was making a list.<strong>"Everyone’s talking about you. you're exciting.” </strong>She took a breath as the two of them kept on.<strong>“I’m an opportunist, that’s all.” </strong>Heather smiled and tried to keep in pace with Meticulous. The brunette girl’s legs took longer more confident strides.<strong>“And, I’m a pretty good fucking friend.”</strong>She said that with the utmost confidence. It was an invitation to have a friend nearby, and it couldn’t have sounded more aloof. Heather didn’t need Yolande. She had a stable of boys and girls that she could be with both romantically and in a more platonic fashion. But she always wanted more.<br/><br/>Heather loved meeting new people, they were all different. This one was hard to read, it was an exciting challenge.