Jenna's POV
"Bye sweetie," I say as I leave for school. The one year old looked up.
"Bye Mommy," my little girl, Lacey, meant to say but sounded like something else. I kissed her head.
"Jen, we have a problem." My aunt said.
My parents kicked me out so I came here. My aunt Diana was really supportive since she was against adoption and abortion.
"I can't watch Lacey on your prom night." She said. "And I'm already trying to look for a baby sitter but it'll be tough."
Not everyone on her apartment building so supportive.
"What are me and Sam going to do?" I said, worried. "He already bought the tickets!"
"Ask Principal Simpson if you can bring her to your prom!" she suggests and I groan. My poor baby, subjected to high school drama so early on.
I look at the sleeping toddler. "Crap," I mutter and storm out.
"Sorry," she called after me.
Yeah, whatever…
KC's POV
Bianca walked up to me. "Hey rock-star," she said and I smiled. She had danger written all over her. But I liked it, she wasn't stupid enough to get herself caught or in jail, like Fitz.
"Hey yourself," I say and she scoffs.
"I got banned from prom today," she says like its nothing."Apparently, if you fail everything you can't go or some crappy rules like that."
She picked at her jeans. "That's crap," she mutters as she sat next to me on the bench outside of school.
"You wanted to go?" I ask and she nods.
"I really want to taunt girls at their weakest points… at prom." She says.
I laugh at her and she smiles at me.
"Barbie wants to bring Kelly to prom; I heard Simpson and her arguing it with her aunt Diana while the vice was hollering."
"Jenna's going to bring Lacey to her prom." I say incredulously.
She smiled at me. "I'm going… I need to see this and I can't do this without you."
She flirtatiously raised her eyebrows. "Maybe," I said and she rolled her eyes.
"I'm not going to kidnap the kid, or feed it alcohol, or get it high on lollipops and butterscotch, I just want to see it!" she whined.
She leaned into me. Damn, she smelled like gum and perfume.
"Do it with me," she asked, never one to ask nicely.
Ever since Fitz 'left' I became her best friend or something.
"Fine…" I muttered and she squealed.
Alli's POV
"Dave, I'm wearing a pink dress, so you better match with me," I said over the phone.
"Whatever Bhandari,"
"I'm serious; I need to help Clare now. Bye Dave."
Clare's eyes widened. She didn't want help.
"Hey, are you two officially Bhandurner?" she asked, hoping to distract me.
I opened my mouth to answer. "I don't know," I said finally.
She raised her eyebrows. "Shouldn't you find out?"
Then I realized what she was doing, though it still bugged me. What were we?
"Ha ha, nice try, but Clare it's your makeover time."
"Why must you think a makeover solves everything?" she whined.
Fiona appeared, "You tell her yet?" she asked and I nodded.
Clare whined again. "I don't need one,"
"Prom is in one week and you don't have a dress yet, you need to get that boy or we will." Fiona said, crossing her arms.
She paled. "If you make me look like an old Jenna, I will kill you."
Fiona grabbed one hand. "We guarantee you won't…"
"But we make no promises," I finished as I dragged her tired and frustrated butt off the couch and in Fiona's car.
General POV
Eli walked over to Clare's door, more nervous than ever. He was doing this because Clare was staying with her mom this week and she liked him.
Plus Adam talked him into it.
And he was scared moreof the fact she may find someone else to go with because he thought...
Maybe... he loved... her