Amongst Chaos [GrizzVisser]

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The high school play was something the citizens of West Ham Connecticut had been anticipating for weeks. A shit ton of money, rehearsals, costume fittings, and stress, all for a sixty minute production put on by a bunch of teenagers. The seats filled quickly with parents, staff, and even students, all eager to watch the performance unfold.

"I can't believe we were forced to come to this shit." Elle Tomkins commented in her usual, softer-than-most voice while reaching over into Skyler's lap, digging her hand into the bucket of popcorn that the two of them split for three dollars and some change. Elle was easily Skyler's best friend. They had danced together since intermediate ballet and not to mention their mother's attended the same book club, and council meetings. Simply put, Elle was more of the reserved ballerina than Skyler. It took her a while to get used to things, and she much preferred to be alone or at the dance studio perfecting her craft, rather than a party.

"Yeah, Ive dozed off at least ten times now." Skyler snickered, shoving a few more pieces of the buttery popcorn into her mouth. Just as she feels the whole thing is about to be over with, the newly installed spotlight beamed across the stage of West Ham High's auditorium, illuminating the only two people on set, the leads: Harry Bingham and Cassandra Pressman. The pair were known rivals, and it was unlikely they had gotten through the entire performance without butting heads. Loud cheering and clapping pull the brunette girl from her thoughts, as the spotlight shuts off and the regular lights come on, lighting up the entire auditorium. People stand, quickly shuffling towards the nearest exit to resume whatever else their evening had planned. Elle and Skyler however, stay seated, opting to wait for some of the congestion at the doors to die down.

"So, what are we thinking? Italian? The diner?" Skyler averts her attention back over to Elle, who is busy picking away at the pink nail polish coating her fingernails. Food dates were something the pair did often, seeing as neither of them could cook a proper meal, and they rarely got out of dance before seven.

"Um, you pick." Elle gave her friend a cheesy smile, her blonde ponytail swinging as she glanced over at the girl.

"Pizza it is then." Skyler decided, her hazel eyes scanning the auditorium. Once noticing that majority of the crowd had exited, she climbed to her feet, pulling her thin sweater back onto her arms, preparing for the slight chill that came with spring evenings in Connecticut. Skyler abandoned her seat, heading down the center aisle of the auditorium, Elle not too far behind. At the top of the aisle, a group of the more popular students stood socializing along the wooden divider that separated the higher level of seats from the lower ones. The group consisted of Harry and his girlfriend Kelly Aldrich, a few of her friends, and the four core players of the football team. Clark, Luke, Jason, and Grizz practically carried the entire team to victory every game, and they weren't afraid to let it be known.

"Sky, is that you? You've been a complete fucking ghost this entire week!" Clark called, taking notice of the McCree girl making her way up the aisle. Clark Beecher was a typical high school jock. His broad shoulders, and athletic stature caused him to excel as the teams wide receiver, and despite genuinely lacking a few brain cells and a filter, he was a good friend.