Heathers Musical Quotes Novels & Stories

Running my hand over rather than through the pigtails she’s sporting. “We don’t talk to strangers.” While I keep my standing position, Vince lets out something I can only define as a cat that ate the canary type of grin. It would be terrifying to anyone else, but I’ve got no issue going toe to toe with him. Leaning back in a James Dean type of pose, toying with the rainbow strap on the wall as much as whatever he’s contemplating in his head. “Very good girl, Pet,” it’s a mock praise, but Heather’s body relaxes, not being any more aware than I am on whatever insult has him riled up.

Dylan POV "1,2,3... 1,2,3..." A sigh left the queens mouth as the music was once again cut off due to me stepping on the feet of one of the butlers. "How many times must I say to keep your head up, and step lightly?!"

“You’re not the kind of woman who disappears. You’re the one who drags everyone else out of the dark. You’ll make this work—on your terms.” Heather joined them, her heels sinking into the grass. “Lex, you taught all of us how to fight for what matters. Don’t stop now. If JD’s asking you to leap, make sure he’s ready to catch you.” Alexandra managed a shaky laugh. “You two always know what to say.” “Damn right,” Heather said, grinning. “Now get inside. We’ve got a bride to deliver.”

Heather rambles in explanation. "I see what the problem is. You were all alone with the prodigal son as he handed you the keys to the palace, which should be a moment of pure victory. But you couldn't stop thinking about how pretty he is, right?" Lucy says, knowing exactly what was on her best friend's mind. "Do you really think I am so superficial that I would allow myself to be distracted from my sacred mission by a man who looks like a freaking adonis?" Heather asks, feigning offense.

I whined because I was so embarrassed while he laughed at me. "Hate pollutes the mind." He quoted again and I whimpered. "Next time, pay attention!" He stated, giving me a look. "If we’re quoting Shakespeare, I want to add one." I scoffed crossing my arms on my chest. He motioned his hand to tell me to go on. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I spat angrily but it only amused him more and clapped for me as if saying ‘bravo.’ "I hate you... go to hell!" I scowled and grabbed my bag to leave the room. When I was at the door he spoke again.

“She doesn’t know where she’s going, but she has to get out of here and get back home to the people that she loves, the people that love her.” When Heather picked up where I left off, she spoke so quickly, her accent so thick, it was hard for even me to understand her, even though I was seeing the same thing she was describing. “Her legs are on fire, she’s runnin’ so fast, but she don’t know where she’s goin’. Her heart’s beatin’ so loud, I can feel it shakin’ my body. And her lungs are burnin’. She feels like she can’t breathe. She ain’t runnin’ no more. She’s stopped, doubled over, cause her chest is heavin’ so hard. She’s passin’ out, I think. Fallin’ on the ground on her back, lookin’ up

“You said he’s just some good-for-nothing guy, so why would I fall for him? I know you have something important to do, and I’m glad I can help. I’ll follow your instructions and promise not to fall for him. I can’t fall for him.” Heather could not tell if Hannah meant what she said, but it made her feel good, so she smiled and commented, “I’m glad you think that way. However, I don’t care if you’re just saying this to brush me off, but you should remember it. As for that guy, if there was a need for that, I’ll send you to him,” She concluded. Of course, Heather would never sacrifice her integrity for some idi*t. Besides, Hannah could always take her place, and Heather was relieved her sister

“Heather, right now, I don’t give a fuck. I made peace with myself and learned not to be hard on myself anymore concerning that matter. I’m married to a man who is thrice of what he could ever be, so I could care less if he walks past me with his hands around the waist of ten ladies. I just don’t care anymore.” “Don’t get me wrong, B,” Heather continued, taking this kind of personal in a way that baffled me. “I know you could care less now from the position you’re in now. But I don’t think you should just let this slide. You’re a beautiful, strong, good woman, and no one man whether from your past, present or future should mess with you. He can’t just chew you like gum and spit you out where

“Ares! You don’t just go around making comments like that with people around you. You’re the mayor now!” “Am I not allowed to lighten up?” He grumbles, but I can almost see him smiling even as Heather continues to make gagging noises in the background. Then he seems to have turned to Heather and says, “Hey, no need to act so grossed out. It’s not like you’re completely—” “You’re basically my brother,” Heather points out in the background, and it seems that she tried to take the phone from Achilles because I hear a bunch of static before I get met with, “Just come here. He’s getting so unbearable and maybe seeing you would set him a little straight.”

He eyed her soberly. “And I don't intend to pry either. Just watch yourself, that's all I'm saying, and I hope you take this in the spirit in which it's meant… I'm only concerned for you, sweetie. I might be something of a slave-driver, but underneath this gruff exterior beats a heart of pure gold.” Michael grinned at her as he attempted to finish the conversation on a lighter note. “Most people would say pure steel,” Alanis added and smiled too, although his words had shaken her more than she cared to admit. “And don't worry, Michael… I haven't reached the great age of twenty-eight without learning how to take care of myself.”