Heathers Musical Quotes Novels & Stories

“Get the heck out of here before I send you to the Moon Goddess above.” He needed no second telling, scurrying on his feet, shaking like a leaf, while Heather tried to make me see things clearly. Heather was someone who didn’t believe in acting rashly in situations. While I was burning coal, she was ice. She has been the calm to my storm ever since Adeline was no more, and as always, she tamed me down.

"You may begin whenever you're ready, Miss Hailey. But sing your lines with truth and conviction... else this could get very unpleasant for you." To her credit, the chit swallowed her trepidation and gave a resolute nod. Then, with only a shaky intake of breath to gather herself, she launched into the soaring, impassioned phrasing of the monologue: "O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night. Like a rich jewel in an Ethiopia's ear. Beauty too rich for use, for Earth too dear..." My eyebrows arched in mocking surprise at the timbre and enunciation of her delivery.

I kept my head held high as I walked to my seat. However, I didn’t miss the names they threw my way. “Slut.” “She thinks she can get away with this.” “It’s only a matter of time before Heather gets her justice.” “Julia Johnson will rot in hell.”

She raised her hand, attempting to push away his hands from her face, but Heather held firm. "Heather, aren't you supposed to be a gentleman? What's this? Throwing away your grace to play the rogue with me?" she mocked, her lips curling in disdain. Heather caressed her soft cheek as though her scornful words didn't reach him. He murmured, "You're beautiful… so beautiful." Slap! A crisp sound echoed in the car as Joanna's palm landed on Heather's face. His head tilted slightly from the impact, and a sharp pain flickered in his eyes as he snapped out of his daze.

"Go back to your table Heather, you're not welcome here." Cassidy squeezed his fingers, silently telling him not to make a scene. But before she could put her thoughts into words Heather directed her hatred toward her. "I'd say congratulation, but I don't want to lie to you. Best to consider your option," The younger woman had had it with her haughty attitude when Cassidy turned to face her and squinted her eyes as she scanned the wanna-be trophy wife with boobs practically spilling out of her too-tight and too-short dress for her age. "You should go back to your sugar daddy before he naps on your table, it's going to be bedtime soon for the elderly."

“Heather for Goddess’ sake can you just shut up?” Holy shit. All our heads turned to our mother in utter shock as we could not believe she just said that to her favorite daughter. If anyone told me six months ago that my mother would tell Heather to shut up, I would have definitely just laughed my ass off and asked what drugs they were on. “Mother!” Heather shouted as she stared at her mother offended. “Just shut your mouth, oh my Goddess. Can’t you see who she is?!” My mother pointed to me, clearly her patience has long dissipated after watching Heather make a fool out of herself.

I sit back down, waiting for Hardin to finish scolding the others and when it’s quiet enough, “Heather…I know you made this decision to leave, in other to find a path for yourself and understand who you are and what you are. It’s natural things like this happen, you’re still growing and so are you still learning. Especially when it comes to people…” “…you get stung and what? You run and hide? You won’t grow that way of you keep running away all the time. And you know we aren’t there with you…how much longer will you keep crying back under mother’s wings? Heather… you’re a brave girl. Remember that…” “…and always keep that in mind. You’re our brave little princess and no one dares to mess wit

I laughed, “Well, of course. Listen, just worry about today. Don’t worry about what happens after today. You can’t do anything about tomorrow or what people think of you. These tests are the most important thing that will happen today. Just get through that first. Okay?” Heather nodded as she hugged me, “You always know what to say to make me feel better. How do you do that?” I chuckled, “Don’t forget that you are the youngest. I have already been through some of this with your sister.” She laughed, “Yeah, she was a bit extra; wasn’t she?” I laughed, “And you aren’t?” Heather shrugged, “Not in the same ways.” I shrugged, “True.”

In the mirror, I felt like an idiot. When I take my hair down and begin dancing with Heather, I feel like the person she saw. Easy. Effortless. Songs pass. Heather dances like I’d never dream of being able to, like a girl in a music video. We share a red plastic cup I don’t remember grabbing, and the room starts to go very slightly fuzzy around the edges. My ribs hurt from laughing, and my cheeks hurt from smiling. I throw my head back. I am so goddamn alive.

“Ms Monroe is not worth Miss Lane leaving this room.” Phillips opened his mouth, ready to raise his voice, and I knew if I stayed, it'd become a scene. So I stood. “It’s fine, Heather,” I said, smiling slightly. “Don’t worry.” I walked out, Heather behind me. In the hallway, the noise of the program faded behind us. Ethan’s words came back to me, clear as if he were standing right there: “The evil doer will never stop or relent until someone stops them.”