“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.”