I Don't Care, Do You?

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George Hunter High School's prom itself, held at an event center in downtown Chattanooga on May 25, 2018. The theme is Glow In The Dark. This forum can cover anything from the arrival at the dance to when students leave. There are plenty of chaperones around to keep an eye on things and unsupervised areas are off-limits, so no private threads are allowed at the event.
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I Don't Care, Do You?

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What was she even doing here?

Why was she still here?

Those were the questions Sierra Cook had been asking herself for about the last hour now as she more or less drifted around aimless through the public even center that the prom was being head in. Now she found herself sitting alone to the side, sipping punch from a red plastic cup as Every Breath You Take by The Police plays through the speakers. This hadn't really improved her mood in anyway.

[Sierra Cook - Prom: START]
((Sierra Cook continued from Dragon's Lair...))

Honestly, it wasn't even the prom that was the source of her bad mood. In fact, she wasn't even sure if there was a real source. She just felt that, overall, that she would rather be at home doing literally anything else than be here awkwardly existing while other people had fun around her. Not that it wasn't a lack of try. She did try to have fun while she was here, dancing and talking with people, but as time past she more or less lost her enthusiasm for the whole thing. There was certainly a litany of things she could complain about as she sat on the sidelines and observed the prom's events unfold before her. Mainly that she hit the nail on the head when she described what she felt about prom to Connor back in the park.

Her she was, having showed up, dressed in stiff uncomfortable clothes, drinking some punch. Granted she hadn't given anyone a handjob behind the bleachers or wasn't really enjoying the sweetly affirmative bullshit that was a high school prom, but the spirit of her argument held true all the same for her.

Maybe she just wasn't in the mood for a party, or a loose approximation of one that she felt that prom was.

Things probably could have been improved if she herself had a date. Coming up on prom no one asked to it but she didn't really do much to help in that regard. Others had looked for their own dates, but she herself didn't have the time or enthusiasm to ask someone out. Anyone she might have been interested in taking either were already dating someone or got their own dates so not many options to begin with. Early birds get the worm and all that. She had been considering just hanging out with friends but a good many of them were with dates and she admittedly would feel super awkward trying to interact with them. She didn't want to come off as a third wheel.

Maybe she would go pester Connor and hope he'll relieve some of her boredom. Maybe tell him how she voted for herself for Prom Queen and him from Prom King. After all, the status of prom royalty was just a pointless bullshit that doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things. She was most certainly not gonna win and anyone she would consider voting for the position of Prom Queen was likely not to win either. She voted for Connor at the least since out of every guy here he was the most likely to win and he was genuinely charming with how excited he was for prom. The least she could do was try and make his prom enjoyable, even if it were just a stupid ass election for a pointless title.

Ivy was likely to win Prom Queen. That was just a given. So at the very least she'll get to see some mean girl drama break out between Madison and her. Probably wasn't the nicest thing to want to see a friend's bitch girlfriend get into a drama shitstorm with the Queen Bitch GHHS buuuut it was still gonna be funny.

Hilarity of a cheerleader catfight aside, Sierra's thoughts returned again to the fact she was uncomfortable as shit in these clothes. Why does prom have to be a formal clothes event? She would very much have preferred to come in her jacket and a good pair of boots. That was more her speed. Right now she wore pair of black trousers, a blue dress shirt, a black waist coat, and black dress shoes. They were tight and kinda hard to move it, greatly reducing the freedom of movement she vastly preferred with her clothes. Unsurprising since they were cut for a woman's figure, but it really made her miss her more loose fitting clothes. She felt she looked fine but she really wished these clothes weren't so form-fitting. She had a suit jacket to go along with the rest of the outfit, but she got rid of it when it made it too difficult to move for her liking.

Her parents at least agreed that she looked good.

Sierra frowned at that memory. She couldn't get a lift from anyone of her friends on short noticed and need her dad to drop her off. No way was she gonna be the loser who showed up to prom on her fucking bike of all things. That would just be embarrassing. Hopefully she could get a ride home once this bullshit was all over. She would rather not have her dad try and strike up a conversation with her about prom again. She had her fill of that on the way here. Stuff like how it was gonna be fun and all that. When he started taking about his prom she mentally checked out until they arrived.

She downed the last of her punch and put the cup down, looking out to the crowd of party goers who were having fun while she sat over here indifferent, bitterly thinking to herself that they were all too dumb to realize how miserable they're suppose to be.

So what was she even doing here?

Why was she even still here?

She looked down to the empty party cup, knocking it down with a flick of her finger. Maybe she would be in a much better mood if she were drunk or high. At the very least her night would be more interesting. Sighing she picked up her plastic cup and got up from her seat. Maybe she'll leave and go home. She had no idea what she'd do but it was probably better than just staying here and literally not caring about anything.

She didn't know. She was conflicted.

Maybe it was a waste if she came all the way over here and then decided to just leave before prom was even over.

Maybe, just maybe.

Sighing she began her trek across the dance floor, continuing to aimlessly wander through prom as she wrestled with whether or not to just leave.

((Sierra Cook continued in Every Vow You Break, Every Smile You Fake...))
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