She turned her closet inside out to find the right outfit for the occasion. Jan was on the other side of the video call rolling her eyes dozens of times, shaking her head, telling her over and over again that the oversized white Tee-Shirt she wanted to wear was not a good choice. But she really wanted to wear it. It was her favorite. It was Lee's that she had traded with her favorite bucket hat. "No ... you look like you're wearing your brother's shirt that's too big for you ... just wear that knitted crop sweater over your outfit, the one with mixed color," she knew literally everything Hazel had in her closet. "This one?" she showed it to the camera. "Yeah ... try that one ..." 

"Are you okay?" he stopped mid-sentence to check on Hazel. She was unusually quiet after they said their goodbyes to everyone at the competition and got into his car. He'd been talking most of the way, she only smile halfheartedly and nodded along to what he said. "Yeah, fine, why do you ask?" she had been looking out the window with the whole world in her mind. "Nothing, you've been so quiet ... it's not like you," he laughed softly. "Oh I was just thinking about ... Mischa ... " she was surprised of her own answer. "What about her?" Yeah, what about her, Hazel? She paused for a moment. "She's won

"Let's just go home, Peyton ... I'll take you home," he pleads to her outside the venue. "How could you do this to me? How could you've ruined Prom night for me?" she was bursting with tears. "I'm sorry ... okay, I didn't mean to, I couldn't stop thinking about those tickets ... I mean how could you have done something like that?" "No! How could you have done something like that? How could you have these feelings for someone else and stayed with me ... was it even real? Were you just pretending to love me? Do you know how much it hurts to know this?" Her eye make-up was starting to wear off with her tears. He covered his face and grunted, "I did ... I loved you, it was real ... there's no easy way to say this, Peyto

She strapped the seat belt around her on the front seat, she studied his face from the side, "What's the occasion?" He started driving with the roof down and shrugged, "Do we need an occasion? Let's just celebrate ... let's hang out and have fun." He was a free man, he thought. He was single, he's got nowhere to go, his best friend is out of town and God help him he really tried but his best friend's sister was the only one he could think about. He thought he would drink himself to sleep that night, but the more he drank, the more he wanted to see her. So he drove himself to her house before he had too much to drink. His glassy eyes were a little droopy but he was sober enough to drive. "Have you been drinking?" Haz

Mischa had been parading him to her friends from the moment he arrived. Coming out of his dad's Mercedes in his dark blue knee length jacket over his casual oversized white sweater and dance pants. His hair tied sleeked back on the top, his long earring in one ear and his dimples on either side of his cheeks were his best accessories. Most of Mischa's friends were dancers, and her school friends all knew her as a dancer. She'd been boasting to her friends about her new dance partner who was practically a celebrity dancer in their community. She had her arm linked around his all night, she introduced him to everyone as if he was her boyfriend which made Lee uncomfortable. He put a friendly smile on his face even though the only place he wanted to be was with Hazel. They all expected him to perform at the party that night, Mischa had e