Livingston was right there behind him and people went tense; the girl he was with, Gabe and Ricki ahead of Heather and he. 

They pulled up looking classy, but Jared was starting to wonder about the whole thing, though, with a squeeze of his thigh at a stoplight, he banished doubts as he could and focused on the night. 

"Charity night Heather? I didn't think Landry could afford the date; aren't your tastes expensive, baby? Did he take a loan to rent the car?" Emily looked mortified, and seemed to want to sink into the ground as the scene kicked off.

Jared turned and gave Livingston the sort or raised-eyebrow glance over that Colt Trenton would have given, same easy assurance-- David still carried a fading shiner from where Jared clocked him and Jared's glance was perhaps not entirely intentional but it still conveyed a message.

But Heather had the cut down, "Well, you have to admit David, he is a bit like Romeo; you know, high-performance talent that is destined for more than merely high school. I realize you think highly of yourself David, but high school will be over soon and you'll just be another ex-captain who was carried on the back of a much more talented teammate. It's something of a tradition." She seemed to be enjoying it; it being the chance to obviously piss off Livingston but also to set up other drama.

Woman scorned mode; "Of course, hockey does seem to have more potential this year -- well, so long as Jared and Carl stay healthy -- than football. I know, I watched the games. Maybe you regret missed opportunities, David, but I had to say that I don't miss mine anymore, though others certainly are inclined to settle..." Even Carl could tell that she was making references to others in that declaration.

Claws out. And Heather was vague in a sense but it looked like she's just drawn more blood than just Livingston's. 

Livingston looked possessed by the Red Skull going by his expression, but Jared held his ground-- no cocked fist, but they were of a height and suddenly Jared was sick of this shit with Livingston.

He watched, coiled and silent, but not budging, while Carl moved in to play peacemaker for once.

"Look, here ain't the place and now ain't the time. Teachers are paying attention."

"Fuck you," Livingston said, but he stepped back even as Carl and Maureen switched positions. Krista
dragged a reluctant Tyler into that position as well. 

There were glances from the ladies at Heather, and Jared noticed, but no words and they composed their expressions carefully.

Now Jared knew what Tasha meant in the lunchroom, but he had to ride out the dance. Meanwhile, Heather gave him a satisfied smile and a squeeze of the thigh: she was enjoying it all.