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i've never had someone like you
who makes me feel the way you do
sometimes i believe that i might die
if i lost you
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The limo rolled to a stop in front of the country club.  Bea took a quick gulp from her flask before tucking it back into her purse.  The driver opened the door for the pair.  First Kavan exited and helped the young woman out of the car.  They walked arm in arm, presented their tickets, and were allowed into a building filled with false stars.  The music was an odd, eclectic mix of new and old.  The pounding of it made her head hurt a little but she would quash it down.  She had to make it through the whole thing, her graduation depended on it.

What she truly needed was space.  A moment to breathe and take in all of what was happening before putting herself into the thick of it.  It wasn’t like a Diablo party where she could freely drink.  It was a battlefield she had walked into and the small amount she’d had to drink so far was not going to cut it.  Too many people.  Too much noise.  She clung close to Kavan, brown eyes searching over faces that had seemed to lose their features.  Voices and music had mushed together in a cacophony.  She looked up at her date and offered a small, nervous smile.

[color=E0633C][b]“I’m just going to get a drink and sit there.”[/b][/color]  She gestured to an empty corner of the room.  [color=E0633C][b]“I need a minute.  Go find your friends.  We can meet up in a bit.  I just need….  I need a second.”[/b][/color]  She hesitated.  Bea had walked in with Kavan, at this moment he was her anchor.  She had to leave him though lest she do something she regret.  She shivered and shook as she finally unraveled herself from his arm and speedily made her way to the punch bowl.  She filled a glass and sniffed experimentally.  No one had spiked it yet.  Shame.

Bea went to the quiet, dark corner she had indicated and sat down.  Beneath the table she poured a good helping of liquor from the flask into the plastic cup before returning the flask to her purse.  Leaning back in her chair she sipped as she surveyed the lot of them.  Dancing, snuggling up, leaning close, shouted whispers.  She sighed heavily and drank down a large portion of her punch before adding more of the flask to it.  Bea was finally starting to feel a buzz and she felt her muscles relax.  That was…  Until…

[u][b]Jordan[/b][/u] walked in with the one and only gorgeous [s][i]Chanel[/i][/s].

She wanted to throw up.  She wanted to throw a chair at Chanel.  Maybe tear up her dress.  Something.  She wanted to do….  Bea looked away from the pair and downed the last of her drink.  Her brows furrowed, and she tried to keep herself from tears.  That was supposed to be her on Jordan’s arm.  Why did it turn out like this?  Stupid.  So stupid.  Stupid teachers.  Stupid fishbowls.  Stupid name drawing.  This would be her first and last homecoming.  And she had to watch Chanel and Jordan.  She didn’t understand the weird way her guts twisted or how her heart seemed to have turned upside down and lodged itself in her throat.

Bea couldn’t sit still.  She left her empty cup at the table and made her way through the throng of people until she found Kavan.  She hated touch.  She didn’t like strange people that she had no association with.  Bea needed to hide though.  She wrapped her arms around his waist and hid her face against his chest.  She was shaking and was having trouble pushing down the overwhelming feeling that was tearing at her innards.  Scream.  Do something.  Something…. [i]Anything[/i]…

She breathed in Kavan’s scent, letting the cologne create a new sensation of her senses.  She had removed sight.  She couldn’t do sound.  But the smell of him helped to make her feel less wild.  Less on the verge of a meltdown.  So Bea gripped him tightly and hoped he wouldn’t make her let go.