Her name was Rosaleen Channing. She was the most popular girl in school. But all of them hated her, for one reason or another.
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In a small town in eastern Oregon called Roselake where nothing ever happens, a high school girl with a lot of enemies...
i wasn't kidding about the fluff in this chapter?? ((there's like a small dip of sadness towards the end, but it gets better i promise))
also prepare yourselves as well, things get a little spicy on the dance floor
the first half of this chapter, basically:
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also also, wyatte and jasper's corsage:
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also also also, i found this and i relate way too much:
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-𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓽𝔂
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The first few songs went by in a blur.
Wyatte felt like a mess. He hadn't left Jasper's side the entire time, slightly afraid of what might happen to Jasper if Wyatte wasn't there give the finger to anyone who stared((so long as Jasper wasn't looking when he did)). A thought in the back of his mind kept hissing something about how this had been a huge mistake. But every time he saw the look on Jasper's face, he pushed that thought away.
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