( ❝ ➥ seasons of love ❞ (closed)

[The Üpside Down]

˜”*°• {Addison Keeler||Cheerleader}
(Assigned: Cassius) (Tags: Open) (Heterosexual) (17) (Female) •°*”˜

Addison groaned as she heard her familiar ringtone on her phone going off, signalling the start of another school week. She sat up and rubbed her temples, sighing. Addison then perked up as she remembered something. "We get our valentines matches today!" She squealed a bit. To be fair, Addison had only entered to help raise money for the student council, but now she was actually excited. She slid out of her bed and walked to her closet, picking out a cute ripped jeans and a cropped top that said cheer. Addison walked into her bathroom to brush her hair and teeth. She braided her hair back into two dutch braids, smiling at her handiwork. Addison just leaned back against the bedroom door and checked her Snapchat. She took a selfie and sent it as "streaks". Addison then left the bathroom and went downstairs. She waved to her parents before grabbing a granola bar and a water bottle, as well as snagging her cheer bag. Addison walked out of the house to her parent's car, a black Mazda with tinted windows. It looked soooo sharp. Yeah, right.

As Addison arrived at school, she parked her car in her usual spot before walking up in front of the school to wait for the bells to ring, signaling the start of another day of hell. She looked around, trying to find her friends. She then caught sight of the list of names. As quickly and inconspicuously as possible, Addison scrolled down the list. The girl saw her name next to someone that read Cassius. She scanned her memory, trying to put a face to the name. She then slowly nodded as she realized who it was. The football team, less than a week ago, had pulled a nasty prank on the boy. Addison sighed and rubbed her temples. At least she would get to know him, right?

˜”*°• {Niall Miller||Artist}
(Assigned: Samantha) (Tags: Open) (Heterosexual) (17) (Male) •°*”˜

Niall was already awake when his alarm sounded. To be fair, he didn't go to bed. He was up all night attempting to write songs, mostly about the trials of high school. He never planned to perform these songs, though. He just had them to vent. Once he heard his alarm, though, he put his guitar away and walked to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of black jeans and a flannel. He tugged it on and brushed his teeth in the bathroom that the four members of his family shared. It used to be five, but his older sister had already gone off to early college. He left his hair messy, though. He walked downstairs and made himself some pancakes, leaving enough for his family. Niall said goodbye to everyone before walking outside. He had a motorcycle, though it was ill advised by his parents. He slid on and pulled on his helmet, driving to school.

On arrival, he parked his bike and left his helmet on the seat. He noticed a crowd of people around the door. On first instinct, he thought that he should for sure stay away from there. Then again, it could be the list he had been waiting for. He decided to throw caution to the wind and walked over. Indeed, it was the list. He looked down the list, smiling at the pairs his friends had been given before faltering as he read his name and his pair. He read it over again. Was this right? Why was he paired with a cheerleader, let alone Samantha? He just smirked to himself and left the list, leaning back against the wall, chilling like the broody young artist he was.

[satanael]

ᴍᴀʀɪᴇ ᴍᴀʀꜱʜᴀ
age . 18 || gender . cisfem (she/her) || assigned . malcolm || tags . malcolm
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xxxthis day, just as any other day, began with marie groggily crawling out of bed after snoozing her alarm at least twelve times. it wasn't often that she got to school on time; often, she'd stumble into class ten minutes late with unfinished homework clutched in her hand. but, because it was the day that the assigned valentine's couples would be announced, she decided to show up at least somewhat on time. it wasn't that she was excited about being forced to go to a dance with someone she probably didn't know very well, she was just... curious.

xxxthe door leading into the school slammed open with the force of marie's entire body as she thundered into the hallways. there was already a crowd forming near the list, and she frowned angrily. the point of her waking up early was to beat the swarm of high schoolers buzzing with excitement (or dread) about the dance, but clearly she didn't wake up early enough. the tall girl shouldered her way through the crowd to quickly scan over the papers for her name, and there she found it: maribelle marsha assigned to... malcolm rhett. turning slightly to survey the crowd, her dark eyes searched for anyone that might strike a memory. she wasn't the best with faces or names, but she caught sight of someone who was maybe, hopefully malcolm, and quickly made a beeline toward him.

xxxthe boy seemed lost or in thought, but confidently, marie strode forward and tapped him on the shoulder a bit roughly. "hey, do you happen to be malcolm?" she asked uncouthly, settling both of her hands on her hips.

ʜᴏʟʟʏ ᴠᴀɴ ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ
age . 17 || gender . cisfem (she/her) || assigned . elijah || tags . open
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xxxholly had gotten up just as the sunrise began bleeding over the horizon, despite the fact that she'd been up most of the night. unusually, she was both a night owl and an early bird, so the hours she slept were little to none. but, because of this, she was always one of the first people to get to school, and usually spent her free time doing homework that she had put off the night before.

xxxtoday, however, she was more worried about her valentine's dance date. elijah was someone she'd seen one or twice in the hallways, but they had never really talked. honestly, she wasn't even sure how to introduce herself to someone without being awkward. nervously, she rubbed her sweaty palms against her light blue jeans before taking out her phone and observing herself in the camera. she looked just as tired as she felt; her eyes were ringed with dark circles from her lack of sleep, and there was a smudge of yellow paint on her chin that just wouldn't come off. holly groaned quietly as she tossed her phone back into her bag and buried her face in her hands. maybe she was being a teeny tiny bit dramatic, but she was new to the whole taking-someone-to-the-dance scene.

[kino]

❨ 𝐄 𝐃 𝐄 𝐍 :: 𝐍 𝐀 𝐄 𝐒 𝐇 𝐄 𝐈 𝐌 ❩ ────────────────

﹙ male ﹚﹙ 18 ﹚﹙ school ﹚﹙ senior ﹚﹙ assigned: cliffe ﹚﹙ tagged: cliffe ﹚

Beginning to settle into the other student's presence once he seemed to becoming less tense about the interaction, he would aim to lean one hand against the wall closest beside the duo, head cocking a bit as well. He was for sure interested in Cliffe, though he was unaware whether he was fine with the matching or not. After all, the question remained as to whether they shared a similar sexuality or not. If anything, he'd picture the fellow Norwegian to have girlfriends; since he never really paid attention to him nor exactly saw him in any relationships that appeared to be more than friendly, he automatically assumed he was straight. Now that they'd been paired together, however, he was even more baffled. The dance committee new for sure of Eden's preference; the fact that they probably didn't know the junior's was even more stumping. Trying not to ponder on it too much, his attention would return to the shorter male, nodding slightly in acknowledgement.

It was a bit staggering on how he informed him that he'd been there for a majority of his life; his accent was still prominent, and Eden presumed he was more fluent than himself in the second language. "That's pretty cool.. I'm guessing you're good with speaking then, yes?" He'd wonder further, humming idly when the question would be returned. "Like.. four years, I think.. I moved here after the.. elementary-middle school thing. I had learned some English while I was there, though." The senior would return the admission, offering Cliffe a small grin once their gazes would contrast. Hopefully he was bringing him out of his less interactive state in the most comfortable way possible; he wanted to know more about him, especially since they were assigned to one another.

❨ 𝐌 𝐀 𝐋 𝐂 𝐎 𝐋 𝐌 :: 𝐑 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 𝐓 ❩ ────────────────

﹙ male ﹚﹙ 17 ﹚﹙ school ﹚﹙ junior ﹚﹙ assigned: marie ﹚﹙ tagged: marie ﹚

Dark glimpse shifting along the different people for a moment more, he'd eventually give up, giving his ebony-colored hair a gentle ruffle. He was unsure on who he was assigned to, which was a little unsettling, but he hoped that whoever he was chosen with would know him in order to alleviate any sort of confusion. Simply observing the other people who seemed to be having not much complication in identifying who they were going to the dance with, he'd be startled when he would feel the mildly harsh contact be made to his shoulder, attention snapping to the person who had done so. She appeared to be quite confident, or perhaps a little blunt. He wasn't entirely sure yet, but the fact that she had approached him so quickly with the questioning of his name convinced him that she was somewhere along the lines of outgoing. Certainly he'd seen her before, though it was vague.

"I, yeah. I'm Malcolm." He'd respond, observing her posture for a moment. She was self-assured for sure, which was quite the opposite of himself. It made the whole thing a bit more awkward; for himself, at least. "You must be Marie..?" The junior would ask, though he was substantially convinced that she was definitely the one he was paired with; no one else matched the image that he had faintly recognized her by. Observing her a few moments more out of curiosity, Malcolm would shift his hands into his pockets, taking note that she was rather attractive. There were a lot of people at the high school who looked good, although he never pictured himself getting around to hanging out with any of them, mostly due to his nervous personality.

[ghast.]

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gender male │ age seventeen (junior) │ assigned eden │ tags eden
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xxxxxa weak cough came from the junior's throat. his gaze followed another pair greeting each other, before fixating back on the list. he couldn't help but wonder whether or not there were other 'abnormal' people who got matched. of course, he didn't mean abnormal in a bad way, just the general 'not normal'. either way, cliffe wasn't the type of person to be proud about any little trait that he held different from the majority. he didn't like being judged, as many people don't, but sometimes he'd even go out of his way to stay away from standing out.

the dance committee could've been short on people for the whole thing, for all he knew. but what he also knew was that he'd been paired with someone who seemed like who he was looking for. well, he'd look for in the future, when he didn't have to worry about the whole school being actively able to watch their interactions. that was a little dramatic, but he really wasn't ready for it. he did suppose, though, that he could make up an excuse. although, that'd probably be a pretty awful thing to do to someone who had no more choice over it than he did himself.

letting his hands settle in his pockets, the shorter male's eyes traveled back to his new acquaintance's. he hadn't ever really met someone else who wasn't from america except his own family, so that was new for him. especially someone from the same place that he was. "really?" his eyes widened a little in surprise as he cocked an eyebrow. "you're good at it for only being here four years," smirking softly, the male exhaled. "so, are you a senior?"

[Kunikidaa]

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||18||Male||Hetero||Jock||Assigned:Emhrys||Tags:Open||

Grayson woke up to the sound of an alarming blaring in his ears. He clicked the off button to stop his alarm and he sat up in bed. He yawned and got up, to him it seemed like a normal everyday. After getting changed for school, picking a plain white shirt and jeans, as Grayson was brushing his teeth he realized what today was, it was the day he found out who he was assigned to for the dance! He quickly brushed his hair, finishing up and sped downstairs. He said his good mornings to his parents and ate his breakfast, wondering who he could have been assigned to. The school wasn't very big so he knew most of the people at school. After finishing up, he grabbed his backpack with everything he needed for school and sped outside and quickly got into his car. It wasn't a very fancy car but it was alright.

After parking his car in the school parking lot, he walked in through the school entrance and noticed that people were already crowding the list. Other people seemed to already talking to who they were assigned to. Some trying to get to know eachother and some pairs weren't working as well. Once he found a gap in the crowd to get to the list, he read the list to find that he was assigned to Emhrys. So Grayson was assigned to Emhrys. He knew her since they both played sports, but he didn't really expect to be assigned to her. Sure they had some compatible personalities, but he was still a bit surprised.

🅂🄰🄼🄰🄽🅃🄷🄰 🅁🅈🄳🄴🅁
||17||Female||Hetero||Cheerleader||Assigned:Niall||Tags:Open||

Samantha woke up about 10 minutes earlier than her alarm. So once her alarm rang she had already prepared for school, wearing an aqua blue shirt and black shorts. She brushed her hair, sitting on her bed. She had woken up early because she felt excited to find out who she was assigned to. She has a hard time sleeping last night from all the excitement that was building up in her. "I wonder who I'm assigned. Hopefully we can get along." she said to herself. She finished brushing her hair and went downstairs, her parents had already left for work as usual, normally leaving her breakfast. Samantha had a quick breakfast and hurried to get to school. Grabbing her backpack, she hurried to school in her car.

Once she found a parking space, she entered the school, a bit nervous to find out who she was assigned to. After getting through the crowd, she scanned the list looking for her name. She found her name and read who she was assigned to. She was assigned to a guy named Niall. Samantha thought for a bit trying to remember someone named Niall. She remembered a guy who didn't seem to have many friends. Samantha worried a bit, maybe they will get along, who knows?

[the family business.]

𝐸𝓂𝒽𝓇𝓎𝓈 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝒾𝒶 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓃
─── ( I. em, rhys, emmy ♛ II. female ♛ III. eighteen ♛ IV. one of the jocks ♛ V. assigned to grayson ♛ VI. tags; grayson) ───

𝐸mhrys talia whitethorn awoke to the blaring of her alarm, jerking up from her mattress in a temporary panic before realizing what it was that was making the noise. alarm. should have remembered it was a school day. shaking off the fog of sleep, the brunette slowly shifted to stand on the cool hardwood floor, arching her spine in a stretch. allowing a soft yawn to emerge from her jaws, rhys padded along the floor toward her dresser, throwing together an outfit consisting of skinny jeans, a blank tank top, and her signature leather jacket. let's see who I'm assigned to. she thought to herself, knowing full-well that she detested the thought of going to any school dance, but alas, she hardly had a say apparently. heaving a sigh, the teenager threw her pyjamas in the hamper, running a brush through her hair to tame her messy locks. satisfied with her appearance, as temporary as that may last, emhrys slipped out of her bedroom, headed upstairs to make herself some breakfast, earbuds dangling around the back of her neck; her secret weapon to survive school.

once upstairs, the brunette grabbed a small container of yogurt, leaning heavily against the counter as she began to dig out the contents. quickly finished with her breakfast, the teenager tossed the container into the trash, greeted by the sound of claws clicking against hardwood as axilyah awoke. "good morning, love." she murmured softly, kneeling before the wolf, looping her arms around his neck to embrace him. her parents were long gone, as they would be for the next month or so to handle things at the rescue. putting the canine out in the backyard, emhrys busied herself with cleaning up, waiting until axil was ready before letting him back inside. "I'll be home after school, my love." she murmured, kissing the wolf's nose before grabbing her bag and her keys. moments later, she was gone, door locked behind her as she got into her car, blasting the music on the way to the school. upon arrival, rhys got out, the heels to her combat boots clicking against the asphalt as she moved. forcing open the doors to the school, em made her way through the halls, headed toward the crowd of people gathering to see who she had been paired with. she could only pray it was someone she knew.

spotting her name on the list next to grayson's, em turned toward him, a slight flush to her cheeks. she'd always found him to be sweet; just like her in more ways than one, but to be paired with him? at least it was someone she was familiar with. that was all she could have hoped for really. "so when do you plan on picking me up?" emhrys asked by way of greeting, offering him a devilish grin. standing at his side, the woman was no shorter than he was, making the two fairly evenly matched. "do I get a corsage?" she added for good measure, her words laced with a playful sarcasm as she lightly elbowed his side.

[xiao.]

𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚂
[ male ] . [ 17 ] . [ jock ] . [ assigned: fawn ] . [ tags: open ]
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jackson was late to school, as usual. people would probably think something was wrong if he ever came in on time. he arrived wearing ripped skinny jeans and a leather jacket, not having anything else in his closet. the jock wasn't thinking about anything in particular, besides how much school sucked, until he saw the group of people gathering around something. curious, he wandered over, and luckily was tall enough to see over most of the heads so he didn't have to push his way to the front. when he realized what they were all looking out, he pretty much turned pale. he'd forgotten about the stupid pairing thing that was happening for the dance coming up. but he'd already planned on asking someone! one of the more popular cheerleaders, actually. and if she said no, well, he just planned on going out with his friends. dances weren't really his thing, anyway. usually, if he went with someone, they ended up leaving early and heading to her place. then in the morning he acted like nothing happened. of course, he's been delivered quite a few slaps and kicks because of this behavior. but what can he say: he likes to have fun.

jackson's eyes scanned the page for his name, and then the name paired with it. it took him longer than it should've for him to remember who it was. there was just so many girls in his memory. finally, he paired a name with a face. oh yeah, fawn. the nerdy cheerleader. ugh, why me? he thought, tipping his head back in frustration. did he really have to take her? couldn't he just fake being sick or something?

𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝚄𝚂 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽
[ male ] . [ 18 ] . [ outcast ] . [ assigned: addison ] . [ tags: addison ]
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cassius was more nervous and scared than he'd ever been. well, except for the time a few of the meaner jocks made him do pull ups while they threw dodgeballs at him. at least at the dance there would be no dodgeballs lying around, hopefully. but he was still nervous. he'd only taken a girl to a dance one time, during his freshman year, and not even halfway through she left him to hang out with some of the football players. and then the year after that, he had shyly asked a boy to go with him, but he was turned down and that boy ended up telling the whole school and embarrassing him. cass hadn't showed his face at school for a week after that. the more he thought about this dance, the more terrified he got. so many things could go wrong, they always have for him.

finally, cass adjusted his backpack, which had little alpacas all over it - he just thought they were too dang cute - and made his way towards the list everyone was crowded around. he got as close as he could, standing on his toes so he could see. after a few tries, he caught a glimpse of the name printed next to his own. addison. oh no, she was one of the cheerleaders. he had never spoken to her before, but he'd seen her. she was pretty, nice, and she didn't deserve to have to go with someone like him. frowning, he turned and slowly shuffled away towards his locker, looking at the ground. he was scared that she would hate being there with him, and would either leave him or refuse to even go. both of those would be so embarrassing. as he was scooting along, hoping not to be noticed, he walked straight into someone's back. well, that's what he gets for staring at the ground. if he had a penny for everytime he's ran into someone... well, he'd have a penny. he was usually careful about where he walked, as he didn't want to get spotted by anyone who wanted to pick on him. when he looked up, however, he almost had a heart attack. it was addison. cass' breath caught in his throat and he stepped back quickly, eyes wide. "i-i'm so sorry!" he squeaked. "i should've been paying attention, b-but i wasn't."

[The Üpside Down]

˜”*°• {Addison Keeler||Cheerleader}
(Assigned: Cassius) (Tags: Open) (Heterosexual) (17) (Female) •°*”˜

Addison groaned as she heard her familiar ringtone on her phone going off, signalling the start of another school week. She sat up and rubbed her temples, sighing. Addison then perked up as she remembered something. "We get our valentines matches today!" She squealed a bit. To be fair, Addison had only entered to help raise money for the student council, but now she was actually excited. She slid out of her bed and walked to her closet, picking out a cute ripped jeans and a cropped top that said cheer. Addison walked into her bathroom to brush her hair and teeth. She braided her hair back into two dutch braids, smiling at her handiwork. Addison just leaned back against the bedroom door and checked her Snapchat. She took a selfie and sent it as "streaks". Addison then left the bathroom and went downstairs. She waved to her parents before grabbing a granola bar and a water bottle, as well as snagging her cheer bag. Addison walked out of the house to her parent's car, a black Mazda with tinted windows. It looked soooo sharp. Yeah, right.

As Addison arrived at school, she parked her car in her usual spot before walking up in front of the school to wait for the bells to ring, signaling the start of another day of hell. She looked around, trying to find her friends. She then caught sight of the list of names. As quickly and inconspicuously as possible, Addison scrolled down the list. The girl saw her name next to someone that read Cassius. She scanned her memory, trying to put a face to the name. She then slowly nodded as she realized who it was. The football team, less than a week ago, had pulled a nasty prank on the boy. Addison sighed and rubbed her temples. At least she would get to know him, right?

˜”*°• {Niall Miller||Artist}
(Assigned: Samantha) (Tags: Samantha) (Heterosexual) (17) (Male) •°*”˜

Niall spotted Samantha by the list. He walked over to the girl and smiled kindly. "I'm Niall." He said with a wave of his hand, then nervously rubbing his neck. To be fair, Niall wasn't ugly, but he sure wasn't as...desirable...to most girls. His red hair and freckles usually threw the, uh, females for a loop. The male smiled though, which was rare. He had known Samantha in middle school. They had almost all of their classes together, though he had never spoken to the girl. He passed a hand through his poofy mess of hair. He then rolled his eyes and placed his hands in his pockets. He looked to the sky, unsure of what else to say. He was a bit of a nervous wreck on the inside, though he portrayed complete serenity and coolness. He then brought his attention back to the girl in front of him. She was very pretty, so be fair. He didn't know her well enough to really judge her, though, so to him she had
a blank slate. He scanned the crowd by the list, wondering how many people felt sorry for Samantha being stuck with him. He sighed a bit, rubbing his neck again, something he did quite often when he was nervous.

[kino]

❨ 𝐄 𝐃 𝐄 𝐍 :: 𝐍 𝐀 𝐄 𝐒 𝐇 𝐄 𝐈 𝐌 ❩ ────────────────

﹙ male ﹚﹙ 18 ﹚﹙ school ﹚﹙ senior ﹚﹙ assigned: cliffe ﹚﹙ tagged: cliffe ﹚

Openly studying Cliffe's profile when he would avert his gaze, he would find him rather attractive; he wasn't sure of the junior's comments about himself, though he presumed that he was beginning to not mind his presence. Light glimpse seeking to hold the younger male's darker, he'd draw his lips back into a smug smirk, shuffling about briefly. "You are surprised?" He'd chuckle softly, somewhat confused by the question. He thought it'd be obvious that he wasn't too too skilled at speaking English, although no one exactly minded. He knew the basics and a little more after all, so no one he'd acquaint himself to would really know that he wasn't very fluent. "Thank you. I think you're good too, like.. since you have been here almost all your whole life." Eden would exchange the compliment with the blond, eyes scanning his profile in brief admiration. Noticing the smile that'd cross Cliffe's features, he'd feel even more convinced that he was beginning to lighten up, nodding when the question was asked.

"Yeah, I am. I enjoy the high school a lot." He'd respond honestly, tapping his fingers idly on the wall. "As much as you can enjoy school, that is." He would add playfully, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance at the whole idea. The truth is, he didn't mind school much at all; it presented him the opportunity to meet other people, which was something he favored quite a bit. It wasn't hard at all for him to approach other people, even if they were classified as popular or anything or the sort. It was definitely easier for him to go up to reserved individuals, however.

❨ 𝐌 𝐀 𝐋 𝐂 𝐎 𝐋 𝐌 :: 𝐑 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 𝐓 ❩ ────────────────

﹙ male ﹚﹙ 17 ﹚﹙ school ﹚﹙ junior ﹚﹙ assigned: marie ﹚﹙ tagged: marie ﹚

Dark glimpse shifting along the different people for a moment more, he'd eventually give up, giving his ebony-colored hair a gentle ruffle. He was unsure on who he was assigned to, which was a little unsettling, but he hoped that whoever he was chosen with would know him in order to alleviate any sort of confusion. Simply observing the other people who seemed to be having not much complication in identifying who they were going to the dance with, he'd be startled when he would feel the mildly harsh contact be made to his shoulder, attention snapping to the person who had done so. She appeared to be quite confident, or perhaps a little blunt. He wasn't entirely sure yet, but the fact that she had approached him so quickly with the questioning of his name convinced him that she was somewhere along the lines of outgoing. Certainly he'd seen her before, though it was vague.

"I, yeah. I'm Malcolm." He'd respond, observing her posture for a moment. She was self-assured for sure, which was quite the opposite of himself. It made the whole thing a bit more awkward; for himself, at least. "You must be Marie..?" The junior would ask, though he was substantially convinced that she was definitely the one he was paired with; no one else matched the image that he had faintly recognized her by. Observing her a few moments more out of curiosity, Malcolm would shift his hands into his pockets, taking note that she was rather attractive. There were a lot of people at the high school who looked good, although he never pictured himself getting around to hanging out with any of them, mostly due to his nervous personality.

[Kunikidaa]

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||18||Male||Hetero||Jock||Assigned:Emhrys||Tags:Emhrys||

Grayson sighed, he would just have to deal with going to the dance with Emhrys. He heard someone speaking to him. It was a familiar voice and he knew right away who it could possibly be. He looked to his side to her grinning at him. ”Hey Em. Maybe I could pick you up at 7 PM. As for the corsage, it depends is it’s worth spending money on.” he answered grinning in return. They were about the same height so he just looked her straight in the eyes. They got along pretty well, Grayson felt thankful he wasn’t assigned to someone he wouldn’t get along with. He looked around and saw some girls he probably wouldn’t like going to the dance with at all. He felt relieved.

He started wondering about what time it was. Looking at the clock, he saw that they had a while before class started. It wasn’t like he was gonna ask anybody to the dance. He signed up for it because his friend, Addison, convinced him to join to help the student council. He wasn’t sure about why other people did it, they were probably forced to do it but at least it had a helpful purpose for the school.

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||17||Female||Hetero||Cheerleader||Assigned:Niall||Tags:Niall||

Samantha was a little nervous to meet her assigned valentine. She did see him around in class often but she didn’t know him very well. She saw a guy coming over to her and introducing himself. It was Niall. ”Hi, I’m Samantha.” she said with a cheerful smile. He didn’t seem bad at all to her, he actually seemed like a really nice guy. Maybe they could get along very well. He didn’t look very bad, he looked ok to her in reality. There was still a crowd near a list, it seemed to still grow a little. Good thing she had already found out who she was assigned to. She was still nervous but she did stay her cheerful, happy self.