A girl has a new boy join her class. They keep getting pushed into things over and over in situations, but little Miss Scissors has some other thoughts. Fate is funny that way.
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𝙔/𝙉'𝙎 𝙋𝙊𝙑:
New years. Everyone already made their stupid resolutions. Beth's was to figure out her feelings. Mine was to have a clear-headed year. No mess ups. No problems. I just want an easy year. Everyone at the school always has this tradition of having a new year's party at school in the gym, even if it wasn't during the school year and during break. It was tradition. It was my first year being able to take part in tradition. I didn't want to mess it up. So, everyone got ready for it. Including me and Bells. "Does this dress look good on me?" She was wearing a black babydoll dress. "I think it's too short. Plus, black isn't your colour. Washes you out." She nods, then takes out from her closet a hot pink bodycon mini. It had a square neckline and wide straps, plus sequins. She loves to shine. "Much better." I commented. She slipped off her black dress before putting on her pink dress. She suited it perfectly. "Heels or sneakers?" "Depends. Are you gonna walk a lot or stand a lot? Since you hate being in heels standing." "Good point." She then takes her white heels, slipping it on as she ignored everything I just said.
"Are you sure you don't wanna show any skin?" She comments on my outfit. It was just a short, black, off the shoulders black dress with red tights and Mary Janes. I had a small purse only filled with emergency money, lip gloss, a phone, and a mini mirror. "Nope. I'm not looking for anyone right now. Why show skin?" "What about James?" I look over at her, cocking my head. "What about him?"
"Don't you guys talk?" I think back. "I guess. We haven't talked for maybe a few weeks. I mean.. I like him, but not sure if he's my 'forever'." "Did you try giving him a chance?" I shrug. "If he comes to me, he comes to me. But I'm not expecting him to. She shrugged at my response. Her mom started driving us to the school, we head in the front door, walking to the gym. We see kids from all high school ages. Some old seniors talking to freshmen girls with worryingly low cut tops. Some junior wannabe, "geeks" playing on their phones in the corner, as if the party isn't optional. Juniors and seniors bringing in cases of beer and tequila. I didn't even know they sold tequila by the case. Drinking was definitely not allowed, but there aren't enough adults to stop it. Most the adults are parents dropping off, or 18-year-old seniors. Bethany immediately leaves and goes to talk to a bunch of her other friends, leaving me alone. I just head over to the drinks, unsure what to do. Some group of girls in either pure black mini-dresses or pure white min-dresses with gum in their mouths were giggling and telling some pour girl in a blue dress what to pour in her cup. It sounded like they just put in everything they saw and said, "drink it!" to her. I poured some sprite, vodka, and some red kool-aid in a red solo cup.
