Short, Blond and Cute

Freckled Face P4

Chrissy and Tom's high school had decked out the gym with yellow, green and pink balloons, they hung from the celling and bounced around underfoot. A DJ was cranking out typical favourites with added base and the main group of students were gathered in the center of the gym dancing. The noise added with the low, blue tinted lighting meant any attempt at conversation had to be done at yelling volume.

Jen and Tom, in the thick of it, were going into their fifth round of the chicken dance, "Come on!" Jen invited the small crowd who had gathered around them. Soon there were a dozen teens preforming the dance, all with broad smiles.

Running short on breath, Jen paused for a moment and was captured from behind by Tom's arms, "Your crazy!" he spoke in her ear.

Jen turned to him, eyes shining, "Yes, I know."

"Everyone's going to remember you as the girl who sang a promposal through a megaphone."

Jen shrugged, but her heart swealed with love and pride for the girl who could actually take credit for the act. "Oh, punch! They have a punch table- do you think anyone's spiked it yet?"

Tom grinned, "Why? Were you planning to?" he turned and led the way towards the punch table. A pair of teachers stood guard and Jen knew a moment of doubt; she had traded student ID's with Chrissy and had no trouble getting through the front doors. She still felt like an imposter though.

Her foot turned in her high heel and she stumbled to a halt, falling behind as Tom weaved through the crowd. "Stupid shoes!" she muttered and reached to take them off.

"Chrissy!"

Jen was grabbed by the arm and met face to face with a pair of thick glasses and a fringe of brown hair, "I've been texting you for hours!"

"Oops." Was all Jen could manage, she had left Chrissy's phone behind in the front seat of Tom's rusty sedan.

The bespectacled girl moaned in despair. She was not dressed for the dance, wearing jeans and a graphic T, she looked better suited for an evening of Netflix. "Look, I was working on our video and my laptop crashed! I lost all of it!"

"Wow that sucks. Did you... sneak in here?" Jen asked, noticing the absence of a blue admission wristband on the girl.

The girl shrunk in size, "How else was I supposed to get a hold of you?"

"Man, you do not look like the type to crash a school dance."

"CHRISSY! Our project is due Monday!"

"Yeees, I knew that, ah," Jen stalled trying to guess what the girls name was, "Aaaaabby."

"What!?"

"Look it's fine, we'll met up tomorrow and do the thing." Jen tried to turn away.

"Chrissy!" the girl grabbed her arm again, "It took me all week to edit the video; If I work on it nonstop till Monday we might have a shot! But we need to refilm it now!"

"Right now?"

"Yes!"

Jen stared back at the frantic brunet, wondering how hard it would be to film a video in Chrissy's place. "I have to pee!" she announced and fled as fast as she could through the crowd. "Phone, phone, phone, I need a phone." She muttered to herself.

"PHONE!" she screeched and ran at a skinny guy leaning against the wall, looking extremely bored. He flinched when she reached him and plucked his phone from his bony hands. "I need to borrow this!"

"Uh, ok. After, do you maybe wanna dance?" he asked, non too confidently.

"I have a boyfriend!" Jen clarified as she punched in her own number and waited as it went to dial. "Come on, pick up- don't be like me!" she bobbed around nervously and caught a glimpse of Tom standing by the punch table, two cups in his hand and a confused frown as he searched the nearby crowd.

"Chrissy! Bless your wee heart- you answer your phone!" Jen yelled into the phone and plugged her other ear.

"Can you hear me!? Hello!? Listen, I've got a situation here- there's some girl with glasses telling me that we need to refilm a video that's due Monday. She's really pushy about it!" Jen did her best to listen to Chrissy's response and scanned the room; Tom was walking along the edge of the gym looking for her while the brunet was ducking through the dancing teens and heading her way.

"Are you sure!? I mean, that seems a bit messy, doesn't it?" Jen exclaimed when Chrissy had finished, there was a large amount of noise coming from her end too. "What if he see's me?" Jen asked crouching down to avoid the brunet's gaze. "Ok, bathroom, got it!" she hung up and held the phone upwards.

"So, dance?" the skinny guy asked again as he took his phone.

Jen frowned up at him as she waddled away, "I said no, man- actually, see that girl? Go dance with her! Go, go, go!" she instructed, pointing at the brunet, and making a break for the gym exit.