This Changes Everything {Book 1-S1}

Non Haec Via. {S1-Epi 11-Pt 4}

{Latin ^ Not This Way} Friday February 18th 2011 {Day 41}

{Words: 6777}

Now at The Highschool - Parking lot

The school parking lot transformed into a sea of cars as they poured in, carrying a multitude of teenagers dressed in elegant formal attire. Girls were adorned in flowing dresses, boys donning polished suits and ties, each one eager to be part of the enchanting event that had finally commenced. The air was filled with anticipation and excitement as the doors swung open, marking the beginning of the long-awaited dance.

Meanwhile in Jackson's Porsche...

Within the confines of his parked car, Jackson reclined, his body sinking into the plush seats. An unlabeled bottle found its way into his grip, and he took measured swigs, the amber liquid disappearing down his throat. By his side, Allison occupied the passenger seat, her countenance bearing an unmistakable expression of disdain.

She watched his actions, her thoughts translating into a silent "yeesh." Eventually, Jackson lowered the bottle and extended it towards her, an offer laden with unspoken implications.

"I'll pass, thanks," Allison declined politely, her voice laced with a hint of reservation.

A flicker of surprise danced across Jackson's features as he pondered her response. "Planning to stay sober tonight?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

A faint smile curved Allison's lips as she voiced her answer. "I wouldn't mind actually remembering some of it," she admitted, her words tinged with a touch of wistfulness.

Jackson's lips curled into a wry grin. "Personally, I wouldn't mind to forgetting it all from my mind," he quipped, reaching for the car door, his intent evident.

Interrupting his departure, Allison interjected with a touch of hope in her voice. "Hey, do you know if Scott's coming?"

A hint of mischief sparkled in Jackson's eyes as he responded. "I know he's not allowed to, Academic probation" he disclosed, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Sensing Allison's disappointment, he remained oblivious to its impact as he stepped out of the vehicle, leaving her to her thoughts.

Alone in the car, Allison seized a final opportunity to appraise her appearance, pulling down the sun visor to reveal the mirror. With an inward pep talk, she addressed her reflection, her tone a mixture of self-encouragement and a touch of whimsy.

"You are just a normal teenage girl," she whispered to herself, her voice carrying a hopeful undertone.

"You can do this. Smile, Allison. Someone could be falling in love with your..." Her words trailed off as her gaze was drawn beyond the confines of the car, fixated on a captivating sight unfolding before her.

Through the windshield, she observed a group of students converging upon the ticket table near the entrance. Above them, a dashing figure in elegant attire, unmistakably Scott, darted across the rooftop, his every movement betraying a clandestine intent. The sight elicited a surge of wide-eyed wonder, captivating Allison's senses and forcing an involuntary smile to grace her lips.

Stiles offered a helping hand to Lydia and Morwen as they disembarked from his Jeep, while Jackson and Allison drew near.

"Jackson. You look handsome," Lydia greeted him, her tone almost teasing.

Jackson's response was characteristically self-assured. "Obviously. It's Hugo Boss," he boasted, casually draping his arm around Allison, and guiding her toward the entrance. This display didn't sit well with Lydia, as evident from the fuming expression on her face.