Tori rolled her eyes easily as she walked into the gym, she honestly couldn’t stand this whole dance thing already. Her head kind of hurt, and she looked around where her date said she’d probably hang out and couldn’t find her. She had only been in the bathroom for at least 15 minutes, maybe Jack had easily got bored and ditched her. Quietly, she instead decided to flop on a chair and sulk by herself, because what was better at a school function than silently bitching, right? Well, it was a good time until someone pulled a seat up next to her and plopped down. “Uh, can I fucking help you?” Please don’t be SImpson or Jack. “I mean– sorry.” she added for good measure, as she glanced over, a soft look of apology on her face.
