Event: New Year 2019. - Tumblr Posts
alexxstandall:
“I don’t get how successfully bouncing quarters into this shitty plastic cup translates to popularity among peers, but who am I to question the system, right?”
“I didn’t realise winning made you popular,” Aimee replied honestly, glancing at the beer pong table with a new sense of awe. “I would’ve tried harder if I knew that. I was just kinda’ lobbing it, when it was my turn. Although I did get one in, that’s gotta’ count for something, aye?”
alexxstandall:
“Well, according to the pack of testosterone that set this game up, it does. You do know whose party you’re at, right?” Alex had only come along because Marina and Sam had wanted to go. He’d have steered clear of the so-called ‘Riot Club’ otherwise. “It doesn’t matter, really,” he shook his head. “Popularity is very overrated. William might’ve filled this house with people, but he only has two actual friends, trust me.”
Despite his grumpy attitude, Alex sensed her positivity, and although he would’ve usually rolled his eyes, he decided to give in, even if only a little. So, he picked up another quarter and tried again, failing miserably. “Well… you’re doing better than me. Guess you’re one step closer to prom queen!”
“I do. I thought Will was alright actually, just a bit moody-looking,” Aimee admitted, shrugging a shoulder. She wasn’t one to make harsh judgements, often seeing the best in others, even when they annoyed her. “Well, two friends is alright, ‘long as they’re good ones. I only had one real one in my last school, but she was brilliant. I was kinda’ hoping to have a few more this time, so I’m picking you as one of them.”
Aimee pouted as Alex missed the shot, having hoped he’d get it in, just for argument’s sake. “At least you made the effort, see? Even if you missed, you’ve gotta’ admit it was a little fun.” At the mention of prom queen, her nose wrinkled, clearly dissuaded. “Oh god. I mean, it’d be nice and everything, but I couldn’t handle the pressure. I’d shit myself as soon as they called my name, and it’d be all over my dress. It’d be like Carrie, but poo instead of blood.”
Aimee was idly chatting with some drunken girls in the bathroom when she felt someone pass them, heading towards the toilet. She didn’t recognise them at a short glance, but whoever they were, they seemed upset. She hated the idea of anyone crying alone, so Aimee left the group and approached the side door, waiting outside for a moment or two, just in case they had genuinely needed to use the loo.
Noting the tap stayed on, and hearing some muffled noises, Aimee knocked a second later. “I’m gonna’ come in, okay? So stop me if you’re doing a poo.” When nothing came back, she went in, her suspicions quickly confirmed. “Oh, babes.” Seeing Chloe’s expression, Aimee’s face dropped, sympathy overcoming her. She did recognise the girl, from around school, but they’d never spoken directly. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong?”
Unable to keep the hurt in a moment longer, with a strangled voice, Chloe excused herself from a conversation and headed into the bathroom, tears streaming down her face before she could stop them. The room was separate from the toilet, so did have a few other girls gossiping away near the bath. Chloe did her best not to interrupt them, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She turned on the tap, hands fumbling under the running water before she caught herself in the mirror. “God,” she breathed. She looked, in a word, crushed, mascara streaked down her cheeks. Lifting a hand to rub at some of it, Chloe sniffled, trying to be quieter than the running tap and the music that flowed through the door.
