“Ugh.” Halle groaned. “You know we don’t have dates! I’m too scared to ask Zoe, and Salem… well. You know.”
“I don’t have a date! So what!” Alaska wouldn’t give up so easy. She had dreamt of her sparkling senior prom ever since seeing her first made-for-TV teen movie. “Let’s go in a group! I already told Tate we were all going in a group, so… You kinda have to.” She casually flashed finger guns.
“Ugh, fine.” Halle relented.
“Yeah, fine.” Salem finally weighed in, a frown still on her face. “I know how much you wanted to go, so.”