“Yeah…” Karen said in response to Tyler saying to not keep her hopes up. He didn’t know it but that was something she didn’t want to hear, even though she knew it was true. She was hoping he would say something like just follow your dreams…but he didn’t. That wasn’t his fault of course, he was just being realistic. “Scuba diving is fun. Yeah stingrays would be…really bad.” She giggled. “I’ve always wanted to go bungee jumping for some reason.” Maybe she wanted to take even more risks than the ones she has found herself taking this year. She wondered if he changed at all coming to Cerulean High. It seemed like everyone around her did. “What is something you learned while going to school here? I think I learned to take more risks. Especially with the tasks and stuff. Have you been competing in the game?”
Karen seemed disappointed, so Tyler leaned over and squeezed her shoulder gently. “It won’t hurt to try. Who knows? Maybe you just might make it.” He nodded. “Oh, definitely. They may be beautiful, but it’s business in the front, party in the back. By party, I mean terrifying stinger.” Tyler shook his head when she mentioned bungee jumping. “Nope. No heights for me, thanks.”Tyler thought. “I learned not to judge a book by its cover. No, neither Mia or I are in Blue Royalty. We think it’s disgusting how people would step on others to get to the top.”
@Kbail - Karen
“Come on. I’m literally scared of everything. If I go do it you have to do it with me.” She teased, followed by a loud giggle. “If you do it, then…I’ll buy you…two chicken buckets from kfc.” Hopefully he agreed to it because its chicken and Tyler likes chicken right? To be honest she was just saying she wanted to bungee jump. There was a small chance she would actually do it, but if she did, there had to be someone there with her.
“I learned not to judge a book by its cover."
“Interesting. How?” She asked. “That’s often what I wish people would learn about, especially in my experience…” She always remembered getting judged by others before they even spoke to her. Even when they chose to, sometimes they still did. Unfortunately that was life but sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder if something is wrong with her. "We think it’s disgusting how people would step on others to get to the top.” Well, that hit a bit too close to home. That was always what she thought, but once she started competing in the game, getting to the top became a thrill. “I get that. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t competing but it’s still fun.” Karen’s attention was brought to the dancefloor when A familiar tune played in her ears. She realized it was Børns - Electric Love One of her favorite songs. All of a sudden, Karen felt a quick flash of warmth on the back of her neck, maybe it was because of excitement No its the brownie girl. “I love this song! My mom used to play it all the time. Do you - do you think we should…dance? Or are your still - If you’re still eating it’s fine.” She felt a bit nervous to ask him. Shes never asked anyone if they wanted to dance before, even with all of the parties shes been to.
Tyler narrowed his eyes when Karen bribed him with chicken. “Fine, I’ll do it. Wait, you’re serious, aren’t you? Yeah, I’ll do it for KFC.” It didn’t take much to please Tyler. “Oh, met a girl who seemed really nice…she wasn’t. She was absolutely crazy. She keyed my car and attacked Mia. She’ll tell you about that. I wasn’t there, otherwise I’d have stopped it.” Tyler nodded. “Yeah, I get it.” A song that Tyler recognized started, Karen asking if he wanted to dance. “Sure. I’ll come back to my food later.” He said, standing up and offering her his hand.
@Kbail - Karen
Look, Maybe Emily knew how to force a good situation, but, she didn’t force Dorian to grab her waist and help her. Her manipulation of the situation didn’t reach that far - so could anyone really blame her for thinking… rather, for knowing that somewhere in his own subconscious, Dorian DeLoughrey wanted her? Nope, she didn’t fcking think so. In any case, here she was exchanging smiles with her childhood crush as he helped her to one of the tables on the other side of the venue and graciously brought her the ice she needed.
“So you’re a soccer fan?”
Emily allowed her eyes to enjoy the view - the view, being, Dorian on his knees. Let’s just say: It wasn’t Emily’s first time seeing a man on his knees, and in this case if she had anything to do with it, it wouldn’t be her last time seeing Dorian DeLoughrey specifically on his knees. Though next time, he wouldn’t be knealed beside her. “Honestly I’m an everything fan. My dad’s Jefferson Daniel’s, the football coach for the NFL, so he got me and my brothers into almost every sport that exists to mankind. Though I have to say soccer is a personal favorite of mine, but how can it not be when the players are so…” Emily started, shooting him a bright smile, "Talented. "
With her words, the girl allowed her hand to go to Dorian’s shoulder, looking back at her ankle for a moment and hissing in fake pain for a second. “Honestly count yourself lucky you’re not a girl and have to deal with heels. They can be such a mood killer sometimes,” Emily sighed, before going onto his next sentiment keeping the conversation going with her notion about the refs. “That game was honestly bullsh!t but you showed that team the year after with a… 120 to 60 win. Honestly if you ask me, I’m 99% sure the ref’s that day were were biased and you were playing on the other teams home court so that loss… if you ask me or my family… wasn’t warranted. And trust me, Dorian, you’ll always have me defending you” Emily added, meeting his eyes with a small grin as her hand casually remained on his shoulder.
There was a slight frown when he stood up (let’s just say with men on their knees - that’s not a usual for Emily), though she replaced it quickly as he took a seat next to her. “Well… this does suck,” Emily started, answering his question by pointing at her leg, “…but the company itself is pretty great… honestly if you don’t mind, I’d love for you to stay until it feels a little better? Keep my prom somewhat fun for a little while longer until my friends find me?”
Did she know he wanted to leave? Yes. Was she going to let him? Well, that would be counter productive. “I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of ankle injuries in your time… any chance you have any massage techniques that could make it feel better? Honestly I’d try anything at this point… oh… also do you mind taking my heel off? I just don’t want to… risk hurting myself more by reaching for it…” Em asked, pointing to her leg.
Clearly, there was hesitence in the man’s eyes at the request - which, okay fine, she understood. But come on DeLoughrey, if you were going to have some fun tonight, open up. As he reached back towards her foot, Emily saw his phone fall out of his pocket and towards the floor - close enough to her so that she could pick it up and see his notifications. Her eyes flashed on something from Jezebel saying something about someone being over? Honestly, irrelevant - but part of her didn’t want Dorian to get distracted. So while he… helped her out, Emily closed out of that notification making sure he didn’t notice as he was distracted with her previous request before putting the phone out for him to grab. “I imagine you don’t want to lose this,” Em smiled before continuing, “So it’s not everyday I get to have one of my favorite soccer players in a conversation… can I ask what your favorite game was? I mean personally I have to say it was your team in London - that was a crazy win with you having the winning kick in the last… what? 6 second of the game?”
Look, maybe Mason was inflicting his assertions on a girl… he wasn’t necessarily supposed to be talking to but Fin? Really? Fin? Ew. After 4 years of… watching every fcking student at this school, Mason knew that Fin wasn’t good news and the fact that she was here with him was clearly a ploy in a bigger scheme. Come on, two plus two didn’t equal five. In other words, Fin bringing Olivia here without a logical reason didn’t fcking make sense unless it was to dig at Mason. Ironically, if it was, Mason wouldn’t be surprised - Fin always hated him and clearly, there was a protective nature for him over Olivia hence… here they all fcking were.
“That’s…irrelevant. Me leaving has nothing to do with the fact that he’s just using you and I don’t like it,” In a hushed tone, the words immediately left his mouth as he looked into the girl’s eyes. After all, what was so hard about stay away from Fin he was and is a piece of absolute sh!t? Not much right… well, clearly not to the girl in front of him. “I know how to deal with Sienna, I have been for the last four years… Olivia.” with a tone laced with frustration.
Okay if there’s one thing Mason felt right now… it was that… frustration. Looking over his shoulder again, he turned back to Olivia with another sigh at her question. “I shouldn’t be. I really fcking shouldn’t be here but you keep making choices that are going to get you into trouble and I’m trying to prevent them. How could VC even fcking let you leave the house with… Fin? Seriously? Is she an idiot? God. Look at me Olivia. Ignore Fin for the rest of the night. I’ll fcking drive you home later”
@CerealKiller
@astxrism - Fin mentioned
OKAY SO DO YOU KNOW WHO HAD THE PRETTIESTST DATE TO PROM? Yes, prettiestest was a word - it meant prettier than the prettiest duh. Anyways, back to the question at hand - the answer was Mateo Perez. Honestly, Matty couldn’t stop smiling as he looked over at Sophie who looked cuter than Dawg if you asked him. Aww… damn he really had to leave poor dawg in the car 
. Maybe he could sneak away later and bring Dawg in for a bit to cause a little chaos for the chaperones. Afterall, if he wasn’t going to mess with the chaperones, who the heck would?
ANNNYWAYS BACK TO REALITY. Filling the little tiny adorable food plates, he grabbed two big brownies and handed them to Sophie first before filling up a cup of punch and handing that to her next - before even worrying about what he wanted. LOOK HE COULD BE A GENTLEMAN. SEEE. He was really trying hard today 
. Maybe… maybe the reason Veronica Charlotte didn’t like him was because he didn’t try hard enough. Here’s the thing… VC and him… yeah it started off as a lie but… he did really like her at the end…
And yeah it was fake but he still kissed her and they still… did a lot of other stuff in closed doors. Sorry… sorry distracted again. Looking back at his date with a slightly conflicted look as his mind filled with what… it just did… he begin talking after taking a long drink of the punch that he immediately noticed was spiked. “Damn that’s strongggg… do you think the chaperone’s even noticed someone spike this orrrrr…” Matty started, before bending in to loudly whisper “DO YOU THINK THEY WERE THE ONES TO DO IT?” Okay clearly he was joking, seen by the smile playing on his lips again. “Nahhhhh they’re too on the straight and narrow to do something cool…oh do you not… drink?” Matty asked, pointing to her untouched filled cup.
@CerealKiller mentioned
I get it, he came with a supposedly good intention, but still, there are some things that are just out of his jurisdiction. Was fin a good guy? Maybe, maybe not. It’s not that much of a big deal anyway, it was senior prom, not a catholic wedding. ”And if he is using me, it’s my place to figure that out myself” she told him ”I don’t really see the need to make my decisions based on wether you like it or not, I am my own person after all”
To be honest, maybe mason was avoiding being seen with her, but lately she has been avoiding him too for… different reasons, so him coming up to her right now wasn’t exactly the perfect way to start off the evening. ”I get it, I appreciate it, but I got this. Worst thing that can happen, fin ruins my night, it’s not a once in a lifetime experience anyway.” she added with a shrug ”loosen up have a little fun” she added with a lightly playful smirk glancing around at the people ”don’t worry about me I’m good”
There was a noticeable scowl on Mason’s features at her words. Couldn’t Olivia just… do what he said? Okay okay fine… look yes Olivia’s a strong, independent woman, and Mason… understood that. He respected that. He just… didn’t want her hurt and he knew that anything + Fin would someway equate to her getting hurt. No seriously - if anyone took a look at Fin’s history (dating or otherwise) someone always got caught in the crossfire and honestly, he didn’t want Olivia to be one of those people. Even if it’s not emotional hurt… trust him… there were worse things than mental and emotional pain sometimes… and yes, Mason knows this may sound hypocritical with what… he himself did to the girl years earlier. “Even if that’s… true… you could just avoid that in the first place by listening to me… god… you’re… bloody infuriating,”
A sigh left his lips as Mason brought his hand to his head to massage the bridge of his nose. She was just that - infuriating. “Or maybe you can not having your night ruined in the first place…” Look… at the very least she had to see that he was making a point. If she just stayed away from Fin, she could have her… not once in a lifetime experience but at least she could have a good bloody time. “… Olivia… I know we haven’t… are you sure? I just… I want you to be safe and I don’t know if what you’ve been bloody doing is keeping you there…”
Another sigh left his lips “Fcking hell wasn’t VC watching out for you? Fck me.” Mason cursed, looking around for the third time.
”vc isn’t my babysitter” she told him with slightly raised brow ”but either way… I’m trying, but honestly fin is probably the least of my problems right now, so don’t worry about him too much. ” she added with a shrug glancing around trying to spot him as they spoke about him, but she didn’t seem to find him. Either way they kind of split ways a while ago so he was probably outside catching up with someone or something.
”go find Sienna, give her a little twirl and be a good date, this prom is probably more meaningful to her than it is to me anyway.” Did she like seeing him with Sienna? Not at the slightest, but honestly at this point what she liked or wanted didn’t really matter anymore did it? All that was left for her was to chill around and avoid the punch, definitely a bowl of upcoming problems.
“Yay!” Karen clapped her hands when Tyler said he would bungee jump for Kfc. This guy must really love chicken. Karen listened as Tyler explained why he doesn’t judge a book by its cover anymore and she wasn’t expecting the crazy story that came from his mouth. It sounded like something her mother would have done in her younger days. “Seriously?” Her eyebrows lifted as she shook her head. “How can you attack Mia? She’s like one of the nicest people at this school. Did something happen?” She was curious to know if it was someone she knew or the full story behind it. After asking if Tyler wanted to dance, he happily obliged and reached out his hand, which made Karen smile and put her hand in his - as if she were a princess being led to a luxurious ball. She found some space to stand in front of Tyler but unfortunately it was under a bright light that made her feel even more dizzy than when she stood up. Instead of caring about that, the excitement got to her and she started moving her body to the music calmly even though she wanted to be more wild. She didn’t know if she could dance good so she was self conscious. “Do you think I can dance? I think I’m starting to get some rhythm.” She twirled around and almost fell. “Okay Nevermind. Show me your best move. I’ve never seen you dance before.”
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The laugh fell easily from her lips—as it always seemed to when she was hanging with Hera—and she rolled her eyes, ignoring Hera’s plead for her to stop the flattery. “But it’s amazing and I love it! So much—you’re so great at this type of stuff, H.” Daiane turned with her chair, the smile growing steadily wider as she looked up to meet her eyes. “You’re really the best MUA and stylist a girl could ask for. And friend,” she added. Her gaze drifted towards her phone, settling on it as an idea sparked behind her eyes. “And the world should know that!” Without much a second thought, she uploaded the video she’d taken of Hera doing her makeup to her story, writing a quick, cute caption illustrating her gratitude to Hera. Her friend’s protests only made Dai laugh more, a sort of warm internal glow stretching up her core as she did. “It totally is fair, I just wanted to appreciate my friend,” she replied, smiling all the while. The buzz of her phone only moments later surprised her, though her surprise was even greater when she saw that she’d been tagged in Hera’s story. “Hey, this isn’t even from today!” Dai protested with a laugh. “You broke the unspoken rules of this unspoken competition! Like, what if I just posted a video of you doing some cool as f*ck makeup for something definitely not prom-related?”
Hera scurried off to go get herself changed, but it wasn’t much of a wait for Daiane at all before they were hesitantly peeking back into her room, asking (not-so nonchalantly) if she would zip them up. Their apparent nervousness confused her (yes she noticed, she knew her well), as one, it was just a zipper, and two, she couldn’t understand why Hera would be so nervous about something like that, especially when she has seen Hera themself in varying states of undress. Regardless, Dai didn’t comment on their nerves, instead pretended they went unnoticed by her and zipped them up. “There you are,” she murmured, smoothing out the crinkles around the zipper. “Okay, it’s all good now! Zipper zipped and everything so now we can—why’re you just staring at the floo–” Managing to find the object of Hera’s interest, she recognized it as one of her bras—which, like, okay it’s a bra, what’s the big whoop? But then she remembered it as that bra, and a fire spread across her cheeks. She cleared her throat, lightly pushing Hera away from the article of clothing and towards her door, laughing awkwardly. “Okay enough staring at—at my mess of a room, and let’s goo to prom! The thing we’ve—well, I, really—have been waiting for!”
Although Hera did keep moving, this time it was Daiane who got distracted by an item in her room; the envelope—well, the portrait Embry created for her. Was it possible that she had misunderstood all that had happened that day? What did it mean if, after that whole fight, Embry still gave her this art piece? What did it mean for them as a couple? That is, were they—did she—?
Her mind was a cacophony of roaring thoughts, each fighting for precedence, but only lasting a fleeting moment. The one that rose from the chaos was almost instinctive, a thought she knew with a deep, resounding certainty: Yes. Yes, she would’ve gone to prom with her. There was not a doubt in her mind of that simple fact. And she could see them now, in the what-could-have-beens, laughing as they posed through photos and smiling through kisses. Her heart burned with sheer want, and she had to bite back the tears that gathered from the felt absence of those little moments. “Damn it,” she whispered to herself, staring down at the canvas she tightly gripped.
Hera’s voice cut through her thoughts, anchoring her back into the present, where she stood in front of her dresser, holding an opened-too-late present from someone who was likely trying to wrap away any evidence that there was even a version of her that would’ve given anything to Daiane. Couldn’t say she blamed her. But tonight wasn’t about all that, it was about—what, her? Her and Hera? Maybe she didn’t know. And maybe it was okay to not know yet. “Sorry, coming!” She called back, placing the canvas back on the dresser and giving herself a quick onceover in the mirror above it. You’re okay, Daiane. You’re okay.
prom ~
The nervousness bubbled beneath her skin, a feeling she remembered from the early days with Hera; it didn’t make sense now, after years of knowing them, after having spent the past month getting to know her again. She was back to second-guessing, back to feeling this lingering uncertainty about herself she couldn’t quite shake—all of it felt reminiscent of that intense crush she’d had on them before. But it wasn’t that—couldn’t be that—'cause they were friends, and she had finally become comfortable with being their friend again. That drunken first night she only remembered fragments of, it was just that—a drunken night. And so anything that happened then didn’t really count.
But there they were, slow dancing to Ed Sheeran’s Perfect, the song seeming to be meant for just them two. As her arms wrapped around Hera’s neck, the nerves settled, finally, even though the moment between them seem to grow more intimate. It felt natural, like winter’s gentle melt into spring—a sort of destined naturality she always felt with them. Was that what this was? Was it the universe playing their hand of cards?
“Ane, I could not stress it enough that you are incredible.” Daiane’s lips parted slightly in surprise, though that initial reaction quickly gave way to a soft smile. “You only think I’m incredible 'cause you can’t see your own shine.” The smile faded from her lips some, Daiane regarding Hera with a genuine and somewhat serious gaze. "And it’s there, Hera. That caring, loyal layer you sometimes hide underneath your tough exoskeleton—bio class shoutout—your (possessive “your” not contraction!!) incredible, well, I see it. And it’s—yeah, it’s incredible. You are."
This felt like one of those climatic moments during a romantic movie, when the two protagonists finally kiss in the pouring rain—or, in their case, under the bright lights of the prom. Maybe it would’ve been a kiss that filled the newfound silence between them, if not for the commotion on the stage that first pulled her attention, then the soft touch on her arm that she recognized without even needing to hear the voice that accompanied it. Embry.
A flurry of emotions crossed her face as she turned to face her, the most notable few being surprise, happiness, hurt, regret, and a wariness that outlasted all the others. The suit Embry wore was a gorgeous, striking red that was tailored perfectly to her. She looked beautiful. She was beautiful.
Hera, though, wan’t as suseptible as she was to Embry’s glamour, to say the least; while Daiane stood speechless, trying to gather herself, Hera snapped at Bry, their tone laced with a hostility Dai didn’t expect. Her eyes flashed to Hera, a stern expression on her face. “Hera. Don’t.” she chatsized, lips turned downwards. While she appreciated their guarddog-like reaction, it wasn’t necessary nor did she think it was fair to Embry.
Persephone and her melodramatics caught their attention again, this time actually beginning to speak. Daiane’s brows furrowed in worry, and she could hear Hera’s (tiredly) concerned mutters. “Don’t worry, H, it’s okay,” she replied, gently. “Go help your sister, or stop her or… or whatever you gotta do, I’m okay. Promise!” Dai’s voice turned a tad chipper than it needed to be at the end, which, generally, was not a good indicator of her okayness, but Persephone was evidently demanding Hera’s attention, and this whole thing with Embry was demanding hers.
Daiane let Embry lead her to a more vacant spot of the dance floor, but when they got there, she stood awkwardly, unsure what to do with her hands. Before Embry could even open her mouth, the words were already spilling out of Daiane’s mouth, her eyes fixed on several different points—none of them being Embry’s face. “I, uh, I opened the envelope. Today—tonight, really, it was, like, pretty much a few minutes before coming here. I wasn’t—I don’t think I was going to but then I did and… and it was beautiful, B—Embry. Do I get to say that?” She laughed awkwardly, running a hand through her curls. “Maybe not, but it was. It was—you’re such a—yeah, it was just really beautiful, kinda broke my heart a little haha but yeah. It’s awesome.”
@Caticorn - Embry
@raviola - Hera
LMAOOO THIS GOT SO LONG AKSDJFHSASDF
Hera could not BELIEVE the move this motherf*cker was pulling just as Persephone crawled up onto the stage, unnoticing of the stairs. Ah, yes, the one and only Embry heraneverbotheredtolearnherlastname. To be honest, Hera’s patience with this kid was running very very low. They had gotten into trouble together all of the time many years ago, but she was always so clumsy. Plus, Hera never really understood their love for causing trouble. The girl’s family was always so nice when Hera met with them, and they were of money too! Sure there was the race/gender oppression, but like, look at Hera, they define race/gender oppression. Not to mention the MASSIVE cherry on top of the f&cking cake, she broke up with their friend over something BLUE ROYALTY said about her. Why would you believe them anyway? p.s. Blue Royalty, if you’re hearing this, don’t, just keep givin up those points 
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And now here she is, waltzing over here to most likely ask for some sort of forgiveness, or worse, to ask for the apology. Probably not, mascs never ask for apologies, they only give them, because they are stupid. Speaking of stupid, the tacky suit wearing woman began to speak. She took Ane’s hand, and without hesitance, Hera gripped their fingers around the imposter’s wrist. “Aren’t you too busy getting your panties in a bunch over a task?” Hera spoke with venomous hostility, not bothering to think before speaking. It wasn’t like Embry did that anyway, miss break-up-with-my-girlfriend-minutes-after-finding-out-about-a-potential-misunderstanding. But just as they waited for Embry’s response, Persephone fixed the mic off of it’s stand, and began to speak, causing Hera to turn away, lifting their hand from the girl’s wrist. Oh god, not again. “Listen, I have to take this, but you got it?” Hera asked Daiane through shallow breaths, unable to acknowledge her response due to the stress.
February 14th, 2040
For once in a very long time, Hera arrived home from their friday night plans at about 9, pulling off their heels and leaving them on the shoe rack, then talking a bit with their family in shut-eyed smiles and genuine laughter. Following, she went up to their room, pulling out their bra from under her shirt, tossing it to the floor and then crawling into bed as their denim rubbed against the polyester sheets. Soundly, she slept, looking peaceful in a way that was rare for them. It was so perfect, could it be real?
Suddenly, as rain poured down, Hera was awoken by a muffled voice talking through all of it. Hera heard a woman outside the house, wailing and banging on the door. They stood up as the alarm clock read 3:03 am, opening their nightstand drawer and pulling up different items of fabric until reaching a hard, rough material. Their gun. They pulled the small, black weapon out of their drawer, leaving their room to make slow, stealthy steps down the stairs. Once they stood before the front door, the person tried to see who stood outside through the small, circular hole in the door. That was, until they recognized the voice speaking. Persephone.
Hera opened the door quickly. “Persie, what’s wrong?” They asked, opening their arms for the girl to run in for a hug, unsure of what else to do. Ew, Hera couldn’t help but think. She was all wet from the rain. “Hera. I f^cked up.” P whimpered into their shoulder, Hera’s arms slapping onto her back softly. “What’d you do, Pers?” They sighed, scared for the answer. This feeling felt so foreign yet so familiar, it’d been so long since they had been around real, explosive people. And Persephone could easily be one. After all, they come from the same life. The feeling was so gross, to be unsafe, to lack the confidence they worked so hard for that everything would be okay. Yet, she had to do it. She had to listen. For family?
The girl let go, closing the door behind her and then standing before the living room, wanting to sit, but not daring to invite herself. That would be rude. That would make everything that was going on worse. That wasn’t what she wanted. “Come here” Hera said, sitting down on the couch, Pers now working up the nerve to follow, still standing in front of the seats. “I don’t want to get your furniture wet.” She uttered timidly. "It doesn’t matter, Persephone. Sit down and tell me what happened.”
Hesitantly, Persie sat down near the edge of the purple seating. Hera’s assertiveness did help, but she still felt so terrible. “I’m pregnant, Hera.” Their jaw dropped. And they were about to speak but Pers didn’t let them. “I’m not done.” The person had no idea what else could possibly follow that and make it worse. Was it Leon’s? Was it still undoable? Was she planning to undo it? Why? What would or do her parents think? She never talked about her family. What were they even like?
“As soon as I found out, I walked straight to Leon’s apartment. I told him to tell me everything about her and their life together. Or I’d kill him.”
“Persephone. What the f^ck did you do.” Their heartrate increased, throat drying up as their palms sweat onto the handle of the gun that Persephone also just saw as something normal.
“I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIM SO I DRENCHED HIM IN GASOLINE AND WHOOPED OUT A LIGHTER. HE TOLD ME EVERYTHING.” she whimpered again, after shouting.
“What if he takes my baby away, Hera?” At this point, Persie just began to cry again, after she had seemingly began to collect herself with the explanation, crawling into Hera’s embrace, helplessly.
March 20th, 2040
Hera held up their skirts to run over to the stage, begging. “Persie. Whatever you’re about to do, please don’t do it.”
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“Well, you look like one. You’re very…” They stopped, blinking slowly as they found that the English word they were looking for had seemingly disappeared from their vocabulary. “Kirei. Very kirei.” They finally said, giving the Japanese equivalent of the word instead. Again, they laughed at the thought of Hyun-Ae as a fairy. That was when Hyun-Ae fell to the floor and, even in their altered state, Niko could tell that there was something wrong, though they didn’t know what. Wanting to attempt to help her, Niko sat down on the ground beside her, the maneuver lacking their usual elegance and grace. “Are you okay?” They asked her, unable to come up with anything else to say to her.
@Ouijaloveletters - Hyun-Ae
Translation
Kirei - beautiful
Niko had paused in their speech, trying to find the right words. Hyun-Ae waited, blinking when Niko said something in Japanese. Now on the floor, she looked up at them through her hair. “I-I think so. I’m going to get a glass of water I’ll be ok after that.” She said, hauling herself to her feet. She wasn’t going to ruin Niko’s prom just because she felt funny. She’d suck it up. She regained her footing, getting a glass of water and starting to feel better. Returning to the table, she sat down. “I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what happened.”
@Caticorn - Niko
Athena usually liked being in silence but as they drove to the prom, the silence that had fallen over the vehicle had quickly become uncomfortable. Thankfully, Luna broke the silence before them, asking them who they were thinking of taking before her. “Honestly, I was going to go alone.” They admitted to her with a casual shrug, putting their hands in their lap. “These kinds of events aren’t really my thing and I was really only planning to go because my cousin wanted me to.” They elaborated, feeling like they had to explain themself. Then she told them about the person she’d wanted to ask, which made Athena wonder if she’d actually wanted to go with them or if their misinterpretation of the conversation had happened before she had the chance to ask this El person. “So, what happened with this El? Did they say no or did our conversation happen before you had the chance?” They asked, not considering that it might not be something she wanted to share. When they realized, they quickly added “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I’m just curious.”
@Kristi - Luna
Sure, maybe Veronica Charlotte isn’t Olivia’s babysitter - but at the very least, one would imagine a warning would have been given to the girl. A simple Hey Olivia, just so you know, Fin quite literally is an arse and fcks any moving thing would have been fine, but instead, here she is with Finly fcking Klein. Not to mention, Mason knew that Fin has a sort of hate against him and it wasn’t hard to connect the dots (especially with the snide remarks on Instagram) that this had at the very least, a little to do with him. Long story short, Mason Mitchell didn’t like this - and with him at the party, he knew that Fin would take steps to make sure he pssed Mason off. It was a bad combination in general and it simply seemed like Olivia didn’t understand that despite her sentiment of Fin being the least of her problems and he shouldn’t worry about him. Here’s the issue, though - Mason did worry… even if he didn’t show it.
“SIenna… is fine…” Mason got out with his mind racing about his next move, though despite anything going through his mind… anything he really would have loved to say to her, he knew she was right. “Fine… fine… I… I’ll see you later,” and with that, Mason backed away from her, giving her one last look before he re-entered the party. Taking a deep breath, Mason walked inside - a frown meeting his lips when he saw the man of the fcking hour. Finley Wolf Klein - talking to his sister. Okay fine, not his but… WIll’s. There was absolutely no hesitation in Mason as, within a second, he shot Olivia one last look before walking over to Fin, tapping on his shoulder, and the SECOND Fin turned to face him, punching him. “Miss me, Fin? Honestly, if you ask me or anyone else at this fcking party, no one wants you here so why don’t you go home?” There was a flash of annoyance on Mason’s features as he looked Fin in the eyes, mentally preparing to block any punches back.
After all, he did tell SIenna that he’d give the people a show. Well, people… meet show - the show being his fist meeting Fin’s face.
“Your cousin? Oh Xavier.” Luna had forgotten that Xavier and Athena were related, she had even forgotten who Xavier was or that he existed until now. “Is he, umm going with someone?” Luna asked, wanting to know more about Athena and his family. When Athena explained that events like prom wasn’t their thing, Luna nodded, she knew that Athena was the type of person who loved to keep to themselves. When Athena had asked her about El Luna froze, “Well-umm, y-you see it is like- it d-didn’t go to well.” Luna finally said with a sigh. “I had a chance to ask him out, but I completely embarrassed myself.” Luna put her face inbetween her face and sighed, “I hate myself so much for that.” Luna said speaking to herself.
Did anyone else possibly have a sweeter date to prom? Sophie certainly didn’t think so. Mateo was the absolute sweetest. He even made sure to help get her some punch and some brownies before getting anything for himself. Just when Sophie would start thinking it couldn’t be better, everything still managed to be even better. Though… that wasn’t the case when it came to the punch. Sophie had started to take a small sip of the punch while Mateo was getting himself some, but just as the liquid was about to reach her lips, she could smell the alcohol. A slight frown met her features as she looked at the cup in her hand. At that moment, Mateo tasted the punch himself, commenting on how strong it was. Despite the punch situation, her smile returned for a moment, giggling at Mateo’s joking question about the chaperones possibly having been the ones to spike it. “That would be so crazy if they were.” It was then that Mateo noticed she had yet to drink any of the punch. Sophie’s smile lessened, glancing at the cup in her hand, before shaking her head. “Nope… I don’t drink alcohol… or any of that sort of stuff… I don’t like it…” she admitted with a slight shrug as she took a bite of brownie and looked back up at Mateo.
Did anyone in their right mind ever expect Enrique Montoya to be wearing a suit… or even have a date during prom? No… it was likely the last thing anyone would have ever expected Rick. But… well what could he say? Maybe there was a time where he’d be sleeping with a random girl right before a dance in his car… side note, that time was quite literally last year when he slept with Cindy Links before she met up with her prom date… but… okay it was hard to imagine doing that this year. Right now, there was oddly only one girl on his mind… and that girl was looking… really fcking gorgeous right now. Ricky took a moment to appreciate the girl sitting next to him as he waited at a red light - allowing his eyes to shift down her body with a stupid smile on his lips until she told him The light’s green… or at least it was some variation of those words with her calling him an idiot.
Part of Ricky knew that Annie was still dealing with her own sh!t… well, in retrospect, so was he. But he couldn’t help his mind as it roamed back to a few weeks prior - a drunken dance, leading to a drunken kiss, leading to a drunken… well… you get the picture and if you don’t, you’re not old enough to get the picture. As the two arrived at the venue, watching hundreds of couples dressed up walking towards the entrance - Ricky parked and simply looked at her for a second - a smirk playing on his lips as he appreciated her. “You know, we could always skip and do something… I personally consider far more exciting and fun.” With those words, Ricky gently took her hand and kissed it before letting his lips trail up her arm and navigate to her neck where he gently pecked and nipped at her skin. His other hand went to her leg, gently moving up her thigh - though he wasn’t moving further until she made the decision to take it farther. Look, Ricky may be an assh0le sometimes, but… well… 1. there was something special about this girl, and 2. he would never force someone to do something they were uncomfortable with - with any girl. Any person who did… any man who did that wasn’t a fcking man.
“Have I told you that you look fcking amazing, Annie?” he whispered, moving his head away gently as he looked into her eyes. “Hey… how are you. I know things at home aren’t… great… and your dad wasn’t able to really… take photos and stuff that other dads do on prom day… god I’m bad at this… do you want to talk?”
It was after a few minutes that Ricky found himself walking to the venue with Annie. And no, nothing happened… well… besides a slight makeout session but that was none of anybody’s business. Right now, Ricky just had to avoid… a handful of people while trying to enjoy himself. One of those people… he immediately saw while making an entrance - Diego Montoya. No seriously, boy wouldn’t leave him alone. “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Ricky whispered in Annie’s ear, pointing towards the bathroom - but really, Rick wanted a moment to avoid getting spotted by his brother.
He.
Really.
Wanted.
to
Avoid.
That.
Navigating towards the other side of the dance, Ricky attempted to avoid eye contact with his brother at all costs… a failed attempt because at the last moment, he found that idiot’s SOUL bearing into his for a split moment before he ducked into the bathroom… well…without really paying attention. Do you want to know how Ricky immediately knew he hadn’t been paying attention? Well, the familiar voice that met his ears telling him that the bathroom he was in wasn’t exactly for men.
Turning towards the voice, Ricky found Veronica Charlotte washing her hands, not even looking in his direction as she fixed her lipgloss saying something demeaning. Or at least he believed it was demeaning, to be honest, he hadn’t been paying attention since he was in the FCKING GIRLS BATHROOM. Great. And no, not Fcking in the girls bathroom trust him, those are two different sentences and at the current moment, Ricky’s done both in the past.
“Fcking sht.” Ricky sighed, but he had no inclination to go outside and possibly face his brother so he did the next thing possible.
“Hey go outside and tell me if Diego’s out there, thanks.” It wasn’t a question… no at the very least she owed him right? Elevator be dammed, that conversation didn’t fix everything that had happened between them and he still harbored… a sense of annoyance with her regarding the subject.
@CerealKiller - Veronica Charlotte in the girls bathroom
@novella - I’ll just… assume you’re not coming back this timeskip