[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/kfn3dJE.png[/img] [img]http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/james-franco-slice-03.jpg[/img] [/center] [hr] [color=#D2652C]"This is Aaliyah King,"[/color] Chanel said, waving a hand in the girl’s direction. [color=#D2652C]"Also known as King's resident chess queen. We're not really friends, though. Associates or acquaintances would be the better word since we've only ever spoken a few times. Anyway, I just thought I'd compliment her on this amazing dress. I mean, look at her. Doesn't she look great?" [/color] Jordan turned an appraising eye on the other girl, and he had to agree with Chanel. He couldn’t remember seeing much of her around school, but the picture in his mind was that of a scholarly looking bookworm rather than the well-dressed girl before him. A form-fitting black dress was accompanied by various jewelries and accessories which probably cost a bomb, but seemed all worth it when you saw the full picture. Yet between the two girls in front of him, Chanel was pulling his eye more. Maybe the long hours spent organising their clothes together with his date had made Jordan biased, but she was still looking damn fine. Although it seemed at the moment she was pulling his eye towards her sculling three cups of punch in record time. [color=8c5bff]“In a rush, are we?”[/color] he said. She responded with her best Kobe impression, sinking the paper cup into a rubbish bin before latching onto his hand. [color=#D2652C]"So, Jordan Henderson. What do you say we hit the dance floor? And please don't tell me you're one of those, 'I'm not much of a dancer' kind of guys. It's homecoming, and I'm not taking no for an answer." [/color] Jordan grinned at the brash way she spoke, but before he could reply she snatched her hand away from his and spun on her heel. He was momentarily confused before he connected the dots between the crumpled paper cup on the floor and the unfortunate guy Chanel was marching towards, her heels practically drilling holes in the floor. It didn’t take a genius to figure out some shit was about to go down. She tapped angrily on the guy’s shoulder before setting on him. [color=#D2652C]"Yo, what the fuck is wrong with you? Like, deadass. What's your problem? Did your parents not teach you any basic fucking home-training? Or do you always just throw shit around like niggas didn't invent garbage cans for a reason? And what if there was still some punch left in the cup that you just carelessly tossed over your shoulder? Boy, I spent hours working on this beautiful ass dress, and I'll be damned if it gets ruined before I even get the chance to take more pictures."[/color] Chanel was looking pretty heated and the thrower hadn’t even had the chance to shoot a retort back yet. Ohh boy. Jordan hadn’t come to Homecoming looking for drama but it seemed he’d walked into some. He followed Chanel and put a reassuring hand on the small of her back, before tilting his head to talk into her ear over the loud music. [color=8c5bff]“Don’t let one dumbass ruin your night. He’s not worth it.”[/color] A probably bad idea came to him as he remembered the punch cup he still held in his left hand. [color=8c5bff]“Or if you want a shot back, here’s some ammunition,”[/color] he said with a smile, and pressed the cup into her hand.