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[color=00aeef][b] Location:[/b][/color] Sophie's house then the party 
[color=00aeef][b] Interacting with:[/b][/color] Will [@Wintergrey][/center][hr][hr] 

Not long after arriving at the party, a sudden glow stick hit her in the back of the head. [color=00aeef]"Ow...!"[/color] She quietly said aloud, then looked around to see what had hit her. After a few moments of looking, she found it. It was a lit glow stick, now in the sand by her feet.

Sophie kneeled down and picked it up, only to be knocked back down by some idiot that wasn't looking where they were going. He had immediately apologized and offered to help, and Sophie was about to graciously accept his offer until she realized who had knocked her down, that is. It may be dark outside, but Sophie could make this guy's features easily. It was a jock, and no ordinary one at that, it was Will. Will was the kind of guy she despised more than anything, the kind of guy she tries to constantly avoid and right now. No good things come from associating with people like him.

Sophie sighed then got to her feet and walked away without saying a word to him, acting as if nothing had even happened, like she couldn't hear or see Will, like she bumped into an invisible force or tripped and fell. Ignoring him and avoiding him is the only thing she could do to avoid any further trouble and not become his next potential victim. She bee lined it straight to the one place she did not want to go to; the dance floor, hoping that if Will decided to follow her, would end up getting lost in the crowd. She eventually made her way through the crowd of sweaty, drunk teenagers and emerged through the other side alone. [i][color=00aeef]"I think I lost him... thank God..."[/color][/i]