The Red Road To Homecoming

Chapter 3: Her Ex is Dating Her Enemy

Instead of paying attention in history, I decided to make a list of all the things we'd need for homecoming. Who cares about the Roman Empire when you've got homecoming on the horizon? I needed a dress, shoes, makeup/hair, and nails. Brick would need a suit, dinner reservations, tickets, and a vehicle. But homecoming was less than one week away, and it would take a miracle to get all these things on time.
"Brick what are we going to do?!" The worry about the details had turned into panic after spending all of history thinking about the logistics. I was very good at mentally planning and stressing at the worst possible times.
"Slow down Bloss," Brick smiled, "we'll figure it out."
"But how am I going to get a dress?" As far as I knew, every formal wear store in town was picked clean by crazy highschool girls.
"Try the vintage and thrift stores," he suggested, offering to carry my overflowing backpack. I could barely get the zipper to close most of the time, since I had entire novels inside.
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Yeah Blossom, the thrift store hobo look must be natural for you!" Berserk and her sisters snickered at that lame excuse for an insult.
"Well at least I won't look like a slutty hobo," I fired back, quickly taking Brick's hand. Berserk glared at me, and sashayed off, her red hair swinging like a curtain. It was nice to have a hand to hold when Berserk's sisters looked like they were gonna beat me up. They stared me down, Brat cracked her knuckles threateningly. Brick straightened up to his full height, tightening the grip on my hand. He had no problem getting in a fight with anyone, including the Punks.
"Move along ladies." Buttercup appeared by my side, with Butch on her arm. She had broken up with Mitch Mitchelson a week of ago when Butch asked her to homecoming. They were both soccer team captains, and Butch had liked her since the 3rd grade, so it wasn't much of a shock to anyone (except Buttercup) when he asked her out. According to Bubbles, Mitch already had a new girlfriend.
"Oh Buttercup, you've met my new boyfriend right?" Brute snagged a familiar boy from the crowd of idiot jocks catcalling Brat. It was Mitch, who looked almost sheepish as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Buttercup didn't look surprised or angry, she just looked sad. Instead of killing them both (which would've been normal), she fled, tears streaming down her face. Butch ran after her, Brute smiled triumphantly, and Mitch locked eyes with me.
"I hope you're happy, Mitch," I spat, and I marched off to pre calc. with Brick's hand in mind. I'd be willing to bet money that Butch would be fighting Mitch in the parking lot before the day was over.