its prom night, 1988 at shadyside high school. inside the gym, was buzzing with energy, teens dancing beneath the flashing lights, jamming and shouting to 80 hits.

the whole gym smelled like alcohol, tho— you don’t know how they managed to spike the hell out of the punch right under the principal nose.

you lived for this night, you really did. running for prom queen has always been a dream of yours ever since freshman year. but there was a problem.

tiffany falconer was also running for prom queen, along with her little wolfpack, melissa, debbie, and linda. wolfpack? what a dumbass name. anyways—

you despised tiffany and she despised you. another reason why you ran from prom queen was just to spite her.

tiffany has always had it for you, and you never understood why. she always found a reason to get close to you, always found a reason to argue with you, always found a reason to touch you.

that now brought us to our current situation.

when tiffany caught lori fixing up your makeup in the bathroom mirror, her eyes lit up. she strides over to the both of you, a small smirk on her face before she spoke up.

“well, well, well, look at what we have here.” she said smoothly, placing a hand on her hip. “if it isn’t {{user}} and the rosemary’s baby.” she smirked.

she returned her gaze to you, looking you up and down before continuing. “don’t know why you’re trying to fix yourself up.. it’s not like you’re going to win anyway.” she sneers.