The sass is real

18- Prom distress

A/N Hey guys. I apologize if I don't really capture the 'essence' of spring break or prom. I'm afraid I'm not old enough to enjoy either occasion. Everything I write is purely based on what I think spring break and prom would be like, with the assistance of what movies have taught me about those two subjects. Stay awesome :)

Also some thing really important, um I wont be able to update daily since it staring to become a chore. Frankly, I'd rather watch reruns of Friends than be sitting on my desk struggling to think of ideas. Instead of almost daily, I'll update on tuesdays and thursdays (maybe more days if im feeling up to it). So um...yeah thanks and I promise I wont desert this book.

Azelia's POV

I collapse in my hotel room, enjoying the way the soft comforter fabric feels against my skin. The plane ride would've been torture without the movies and my books. Sadly Jared and I have adjoining rooms which means that the rooms can be opened and essentially shared, so long the doors are not locked. It could be worse though...we could be in the same room. I knock on the wood table, better safe than sorry right? My eyes shut and Im tempted to fall asleep but my phone is against that, constantly buzzing and making fucking noises. I check to see a text from my parents and Jared, wanting to ignore them both. I reluctantly check to see the texts, my parents apologising for forcing me to go but hoping I'll have a great time. Jared telling me that since he's 'in charge', he wants me to go to the school's prom that'll be on the beach. Hell fucking no!

I reply back my refusal and he texts back instantly, telling me that he'll screenshot this and send it to the group convo with my parents, his parents, him and me. That sick fuck..
I scream into my pillow, relieving all pent up anger. When I feel significantly lighter and less angry I get up, searching for my prom dress that Elizabeth probably packed. I gasp, knowing that I was right when I see the blue dress. That bitch! I turn in my curling iron, fitting into my dress while it heats up. I paint my nails and watch the shitty tv shows until they're dry. I curl my hair and I apply perfume and makeup, mentally killing everybody. A smile crosses my face when I imagine the crunch of their bones as they are being crushed to death but I quickly expel all thoughts, not really wanting to explore the dark side of my mind.

I step out of my room, grabbing my phone but then realising there nowhere to put it. I put it back, not really wanting to stuff it into my bra or lose it. Scowling, I walk over to the beach where the stupid prom is but stopping when I see Dina and Chachi. They're nestled along with the populars and chatting loudly, momentarily making me question everything. Dina is wearing a dress that cuts her body nicely and is dressed modestly compared to the other foul brained assholes I suppose she now calls friends. Chachi is wearing a nice dress, making her seem sorta overdressed when compared to the tiny scraps of material girls are wearing. I walk past them, hearing them all stop talking and gasp as I leave. Are they surprised that I came or are they surprised that I look better than them, I do wonder...

I gotta admit, the whole setup looks pretty cool. The tent which covers us is translucent, allowing the moonlight to light up the dance floor underneath. A bonfire is close by, making the whole thing less serious and more of a party. I take a chocolate dipped strawberry from the snack table, almost spitting it out when I see Desire walk in. Her dress is black and is smaller in size, making it tighter and her cleavage maximised. Her eyes are heavily coated in mascara, resembling the legs of a spider. Her lips are bright red, a nice contrast. Her hair is in a ponytail but a poofed up one, somewhat framing her face. She would be decent if not for the makeup, clothing and personality. Or lack of. What's even more surprising is when Jared walks in next to her, looking dapper in a suit. They link arms and walk to their group, not even glancing in my direction. The assholes might have changed clothes but not even Prada can change their fucked up selves.

I remain near the snack table, wondering why Jared invited me here and practically forced me to come but it's ignoring me in the other side of the dance floor. Maybe I could leave...he wouldn't even notice. As if he can read my thoughts, he walks over to me. Let's hope he knows how to dodge a punch..
"Huh, you actually look decent for once" he states, sipping on the glass of punch in his right hand. "Yeah I wish I could say the same" I bite back, not in the mood for his shit today. Or ever again for that matter. He laughs dryly at my comment, prompting his slut to walk over and join us.

"Jared...come on, stop talking to the nerd. Why don't you hang out with me, I'll release all your tension" she says desperately, like the slut she is.

"Yeah I'm sure he'd like that. Actually I'm sure that everybody on the beach would like their tension released. With all the experience you have, I'm sure you'll manage to please them all," I mutter.

"I'm sure you'd know all about me, since you wish you were me. Why don't you go take your pills, kay?" she angrily replies.

"Ha! It's funny that you think that, once again proving your imcompotence. Not even Taylor Swift has dated as many guys you have. Maybe the pills you should be taking is birth control" I concur.

Jared is fuming and Desire is red with anger, making me smirk in return. Jared calls to me as I'm about to walk away, "Azelia stop being such a bitch and enjoy this vacation. After this you'll go to college and I'm sure nobody'll hang out with you there so just enjoy the feeling of companionship while you can."

He seems to leave his anger for me there at the snack table but Desire doesn't. I grimace and walk away, needing a drink of some sort. I'm about to grab a Pepsi can but Dina gives me a tall glass of something purple, like the one she is drinking. I say no but she insists and won't stop pushing so I gulp it down, not really sure why. One drink won't get me drunk so there's no harm.
Shortly after everything, my mind begins to feel fuzzy. I walk over to Dina to ask her what we were both drinking so I can stay clear of it but she's nowhere in sight.

I stumble backwards and sit down on a nearby rock, trying to figure out what the fuck is happening. My mind is becoming hazy and I'm feeling different...I get up and crash into a random guy. He smiles at me and asks me where did I get it..
Get what?
I shake my head confusedly and see him walk away but vanish shortly after, making me question everything. I saunter around and try and get rid of this feeling but it heightens and everything changes. The sand feels like quicksand and I'm about to fall when somebody catches me.

I look up and see Jared, a look of concern on his face when he sees me. "Azelia what's going on?" He questions and I almost forget. I wave my empty glass in his face, grinning and feeling hazy all over. He takes it and sees the bottom, angrily asking who gave it to me. I point to Dina and he glares at her, telling me to stay here. I nod, feeling happier by the second.
He brings over Dina and he shouts at her about drugs or something but I can't focus and instead see things..the waves instead of crashing about, they stop and freeze. I think I see Bigfoot in the corner and I smile and wave at him, causing Jared to look over. His forehead is creased in frustration and I almost want to tell him to chill. He and Dina resume their conversation but I zone out and focus on the weird shapes and thing I see.
I'm stationed on a rock but I get up and slowly inch away when I see a pretty butterfly, whispering for me to come closer and catch her.

Jared grabs my arm before I can stray away, momentarily bringing me away from my euphoric state and allowing me to wonder for a second: what's happening to me?!