#zoew

Fuck: Zoe

Marry: Nina

As I recieved several messages about prom, I decided to play open cards with you little gossipers and fill you in on all the sweet details of last night. Things you knew--or didn’t know just yet. Well, let’s hope I’ll turn your world upside down here. Preferably in a negative way because who doesn’t like a little drama?

Let’s start with the royalties. Hazel Ellis and Sebastian Rivers as prom King and Queen, how cute--and predictable. Where’s your love for drama, people? I would have rather had some enemies paired up or even better--a wannabe Queen with her careless crush. Rings a bell, Lilah dear? 

Talking about a disastrous night. First being dumped by your crush only to also lose your coveted crown to that dull Ellis girl. I hope you realized that even a bottle of the strongest alcohol doesn’t wash away the shame... Or not. Because what would be the fun in amnesia? 

But more importantly--where is our farmer boy Nick Wilde? Tractor broken down? Or did you finally realize that Lilah is just a pathetic match? Perhaps you should search for a lover not that far away from the family borders, right G? One thing is sure, drama will errupt when you return. Be prepared...

Moving a little further up the hierarchy now. What’s that Gigi, lost your way to the party or did you really lose your once so infamous attitude. Wouldn’t that just be a sad case? I do wonder--where did it go wrong? When you lost Nate to Havana or when she took Finn from you? Guess your love isn’t that craved for after all... But then again, what isn’t there can’t be desired, right? Looks like I’m going to start my search for a new IT-girl, because you just aren’t that interesting anymore.

To return to our innocent Havana... Wait, I was told to never lie. Dear God, for a heartbroken girl you aren’t that biding, are you know? Talking about slutting up the place. Has your little incident with Nate really taught you nothing? Never have sex after a school event--because we all know how that ends for you, love. But I must say you know which ones to pick, first the beloved Backersfeld as so called ‘soulmate’ and now Finn Smith to ment your broken heart. Curious to see how that’ll turn out. But Finn, since you’re back in the flow--call me, okay? I always wanted to have sex with a blonde God.

But a little birdy told me Havana and Finn weren’t the only two having fun last night, or did I get that wrong Zoe and Blue? What happened there, little Z, fallen for our cold-hearted wolf? Did your mother not teach to stay away from the darkness--I heard it’s all consuming. Once you get in, no way to ever get out again. Flight while you still can... Because some secrets should better stay hidden. However, BlueBlue, I’m not that good with keeping secrets. Oops.

However not every couple had that much fun. Mason and Flora--even I think that’s cute. But keep an eye on her, Mase, never judge a book by its cover, right? Scott Harolds, did you really lower your standards to take out a freshman? And then a boring one like Bijou Bonheur. I bet that won’t last long. And Sophia Parker, new and dull... Did I spy with my little eye a thing for our alternative Wolfe Gauthier? Or would you really settle for our eldest Bonheur? God knows who that boy fancies... Moving on to Alex and Chris... Boring. Nina and Ozzy... Boring. Owen and Oliva.. Boring. Dante and Julia... Surprising. Who saw that coming? Oh that’s right--me. And last but not least--Noah and Poppy. I’m fond of you two. Partly bitter, partly over-confident. Now that’s an interesting ship.

To end this wonderful blast I decided the loners deserved some credit as well. After all, it’s brave coming to prom all by yourself, right? Dianna Backersfeld, you’re sweet--or so I’ve heard--I thought you could do better. Other than Wolfe who is simply anti-social and Emma who is--well--the exact same. Penny Wayne, you could at least have tried to get laid... Or will you mourn over Xav forever? And last and certainly least--Savannah Young. I wish I could say something interesting about you dear but, I’m pretty sure that’s a sisyphean task. 

You know I hate clichés, but since you gave me so many last night, I might give you one back as well.

You Know You Love Me,