#plathevent004

Bo walked down from her room into the Plath ballroom, still trying to reel from someone having left a dress such as this on her door. The label had her name on it so she knew it hadn’t been a mistake, but still she hardly knew anyone to give her something like that. The velvet powder blue dress clung nicely to her small figure, the rest flowing down past her exposed back. The brunette looked around a bit mesmerized, before walking over to a table and taking a seat. ;; [ d r e s s ]

“Whatever. I don’t need him.” Jesse spat to himself, as he made his way to the punch table. In reality, he really did need Simon but that was out of the question now. No more rendezvous make out sessions and no more quiet talks in the middle of the night. None of it. Jesse was better off anyways, or that’s what he was trying to convince himself so he didn’t break down crying. The only reason he was staying at the stupid dance was because Lia had worked so hard on trying to get him the crown. He angrily grabbed a drink and downed it before he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. ‘Could you possibly leave me the fuck alone? I’m not in the mood.”