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[b][color=181313]Location:[/color][/b] Homeroom. Still. Christ, this meeting will never end...
[b][color=181313]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Sierra [sup][@Dirty Pretty Lies][/sup] and Desi [sup][@Universorum][/sup]
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[indent] An idiot.

Yup, that is what Jareth Michael Wells was… no, [i]is[/i]. Honestly, what was he even thinking? Somehow, he had let his best bud - his closest friend in the universe - Westworth's own ray of damned sunshine, Remy Delaney, convince him to be Blaze. The fucking Face, that was his downfall. He had crumpled like a pathetic little sucker, just like that. And now, because of this momentary lapse in judgement, this not-so-tiny slip up, [i]now[/i] he had to dance around in a furry suit. This was humiliating, embarrassing, unbelievable - all of the above. But it was too late, he couldn't take it back now. Maybe, if Jareth played his cards right, no one would know it was him? Jar cast a wary glance at his exuberant bestie... nope, that wasn’t likely. Remy was definitely going to tell people, he couldn’t help it, talking was in his blood, or something like that.

Jar was staring up at the ceiling tiles, counting the dots, and praying that some god that he didn’t even believe in might show some mercy and smite him right then and there. Well, he wasn’t smote, but Sierra did tear into the classroom like a very-much-welcomed bat out of hell. Si was chill, one of the closest to being a natural born Westworth emo that there was, and if she weren’t so torn up of Jay still, Jar might try to make a move on her. Maybe eventually, if he could get past the fear of ruining a friendship part. Regardless, he returned her fistbump silently, smirking when she lovingly called the group of them ‘fuckers’.

What Jareth wasn’t prepared for was the sudden attack and accusation that he was a jacket thief. Well, she wasn’t wrong there… he was the biggest jacket whore of them all. He knew it, she knew it, everyone knew it; But Westworth gets cold, and he is a very skinny boy! Jar sheepishly smiled in some form of an apology, but didn’t really promise any return of the aforementioned pilfered garments. 

The welcomed break from the mundane was once again eclipsed by talk of destinations and fundraising ideas. Sierra suggested a talent show, which Jareth supported wholeheartedly. He loved the stage, he lived for it, even if it was in a shitty little small town school. Someday it would be bigger, hopefully, that was the goal. Christopher Robin brought up the Alps again, which was mildly amusing, especially when Mr. Clarke piped in and shut down the whining with a patronizing ‘you’ll be okay’. Jareth laughed through his nose quietly at that.

Nicholas offered up Italy as a suggestion, as if it were some kind of peace treaty between sand and snow. Jareth didn’t even know what you could do for fun in Italy besides, like… eat pizza? That sounded like it would get boring quick. Apparently, his classmates did not agree, because suddenly Desi was responding to people switching their votes, and adding new tally marks on the board. It was quickly becoming Italy vs. the Alps. Everything else only had one single tally mark, except there were two for Jamaica, Jar assumed this was because of Desi’s own vote. Good, at least someone else had taste, he should have known that he could count on her.

Mariah went on to reiterate that they had no money to go on any trip at all, bringing the whole thing full circle. Well, [i]duh[/i], wasn’t that what this meeting was for? Jesus, Jareth wasn’t a part of the student council, or government, or whatever it was that Remy and Desi were in, so why did he have to sit through a [i]financing[/i] meeting? To go on a free or discounted trip, he supposed… but still, if he had to sit through this torture, they should at least go somewhere that he thought was [i]cool[/i].

Jareth turned to Sierra, looking utterly betrayed when she put her vote towards Italy. [color=181313][b]“Really, Si? Of all people, I thought [i]you[/i] would at least back me up on Jamaica.”[/b][/color] he [i]tsked[/i] in disappointment and sat back in his chair, crossing his arms. [color=181313][b]“If it’s going to be Italy versus the Alps, I guess I’ll have to go with the Alps. Shredding with CR promises at least one exciting thing to do.”[/b][/color] Jareth told Desi before turning his attention back to Sierra. [color=181313][b]“Looks like I might need to keep your jackets after all, it’ll be cold in the mountains.”[/b][/color] he teased quietly and then offered a beaming smile, which was a rarity reserved only for those closest to the emo’s heart.[/indent]