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i tell you to enjoy life
i wish I could but it's too late

"𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐓 right now?" asked Zoya Uma, doing a little twirl for Jean Scott outside of her sleek silver (nearly pale blue) 1983 Austin Maestro. Zoya's cheer outfit flared out as her hips and she'd rolled up the costume to the point where if she bent down even the tiniest bit, Jean and the entire school would be able to see her neon pink underwear. "Like, I could get reprimanded short or Patrick McKinney's eyes will finally pop out of his head short?"

"If you come into the pep rally like that," chuckled Jean as she adjusted her backpack on her shoulder, "he might just say fuck it and take you to that nice Italian restaurant in town."

"Can you two stop about the skirts and Patrick for one second?" said Lucy Graham, leaning against the back of the car and not so subtly searching the packed parking lot for a certain girl in marching band attire while also holding up her book for cover. Her cheeks were dusted pinker then normal and even her lips were glossed.

The big pep rally was bringing out everyone's need to be perfect. Even Lucy's hair was pulled back from her stunning face in a long ponytail that rode all the way down her back.

"If you're looking for Robin..." murmured Zoya with a grin. "...then you should know she's already inside, saw Steve drop her off, maybe, five minutes ago."

Lucy clamped her book shut and dropped to pick up her back by her feet. Her cheeks were flushed deeper when she turned and scowled at the two girls. "And you waited that long to tell me?"

"By then you were actually reading, Luce!"

"Doesn't matter," she spluttered, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Jean, come on, let Z play with her skirt so we can get good seats with Chrissy."

Jean started walking over, grinning over her shoulder to Zoya as she said, "She wants to be eye-level with Robin, so hurry up. Patrick will see your ass if you actually get moving!"

Zoya sighed deeply but nodded, grabbing her bag and keeping it held by just the strap in her fist as she locked her car and fell into step with the two other girls. If Jean was going to be honest, she'd been hoping they wouldn't have to step foot into the gym at all. Chrissy Cunningham's boyfriend, Jason Carver, was going to have a little speech and Jeanie didn't want to hear a word of it.

She'd rather have her ears bleed.

The gym was packed and awaiting the big basketball game later tonight. There was a huge orange banner adorned with green and white balloons with cursive green letters done specifically by the cheerleaders that read 'Hawkins Tigers Can't Be Beat!' They'd spent the whole week preparing and adding glitter and cute little tiger paws to the banner and it was beautiful as it stood out behind the cheerleaders stretching.

There was loud chatter from the bleachers and Jean tossed her bag down beside Lucy and Zoya's before running out onto the court. She was tossed a pair of pompoms from Katie, a junior, and Jean raised them in the air and did a show of shaking her hips to cheer loudly.

Once Zoya and Lucy ran over, the girls got in position as the loud horns and drums from the band began to beat as the cheering got louder. Someone dressed as the tiger mascot was dancing in front of the jumping students shaking their own budget versions of pompoms.