dear diary | shefani

Entry Twenty One

We enter the school's gymnasium. Pink's mom was kind enough to drive us, thankfully. We were fashionably late, arriving at the perfect time.

The gym was decorated will fake snowflakes, and little winter-like things were played on the walls. It was like a winter wonderland, except for all the annoying kids here.

As if God we're rubbing my mistake in, the first people I notice are Blake and Miranda. Miranda looks beautiful, in a black dress that barely reached her knee. Her hair was curled to her shoulders. Even with her heels on, Blake was a giant compared to her. Blake looks at hot as ever, surprisingly in a button down shirt and black slacks. I figure he didn't want to wear a suit, but still wanted to dress nice. His outfit was perfect, since it is only a winter formal. It's not like it's prom or anything.

"Gwen!" I hear Pharrell call my name. I look to see him and Helen walking towards me.

I smile, Pharrell always putting me in a good mood. "Hey, Pharrell! Hi, Helen! You look so beautiful."

Helen blushes. She has a lilac dress on that went down to her high heels. "Thank you, Gwen! You look beautiful, as well. You always do!"

Pharrell's wearing a white button-down shirt with a bow tie and slacks. Something about it just screams Pharrell. "I'll go get us drinks. Be right back, ladies!"

"He's so sweet," I tell Helen.

"I know," Helen says. "I wish more guys our age were as respectful as him."

"I know right," I mutter.

Helen giggles. "Who'd you come with?"

"Pink," I tell her. I look behind me to see her no longer there. She must have already run off to find out if the punch was spiked or not.

"So, what's going on with you and Blake?" Helen asks.

I sigh. "I don't know. He's seems pretty content with Miranda, though."

Helen looks around for the cowboy and his date. She scowls when she finds them intertwined on the dance floor. "Miranda's a rat. I thought Blake liked you, honestly."

"Yeah," I agree. "I fucked up big time. So, I'm here basically alone, since I have no idea where Pink went."

"Hang out with us!" Helen says like it's obvious.

"I don't want to third wheel," I sigh.

"Nonsense," Helen rolls her eyes. "Christina's been around us whenever she's bored of Adam and Behati. Apparently, they don't stop making out."

I laugh. "Sounds like them."

"Come on," Helen grabs my hand.

Pharrell comes back with our drinks. Surprisingly, the punch didn't taste like it was spiked. That, or whoever spiked it had some weak shit.

We walk over to the corner of the gym, our own little escape from the kids who couldn't care less about us. Pharrell and I talk about fashion, which Helen hates. I don't feel like I'm third wheeling at all. Even Christina comes around once she's bored of everyone else.

I'm having a good time, without Blake. Fuck him, honestly. It's his loss.

To be continued.