>>21023296The words couldn't be made out, but the tune sounded familiar. Escaping that clearing took far more courage than skill. Vei showed up to school next day, a little shaken but mostly composed until she saw the princess and her prince yet again, wearing matching rings and sharing a pair of earbuds. They had gone from annoyingly sappy to unsettlingly inseparable, and soon they would be completely gone. Mousey is off in her dreamland, pleasantries are regularly exchanged but they don't flesh out the situation. Her and Nyanners have their knights in shining armor and any time apart is a moment unwhole. Ironically, though it took 3 months to prove, Nyanners was right about Vei; her bitchiness and jealousy has basically destroyed her relationship. Now with only a shadow of her fuckboy's affection, Mousey, or even old reliable Nyanners, she begins to stew. The big dance is in a couple weeks and she's not leaving that PE court without the entire schooling knowing she's the alpha in this pack. It's not worth spying on Nyanners and her weirdo rituals, Vei needs to concentrate on herself for now. Fuckboy isn't all there for her but he's within arms reach and he likes to put on a show. The date of the big dance approaches like a speeding bullet and Vei has pulled out every stop. Intermittent fasting and a bit of cocaine has slimmed her down to fit into the most revealing dress she can wear without getting arrested, and her partner in showbiz has arranged a transport to match. Not a limo, that's passe. On the big night, Vei and her man arrive in a candy apple red horse drawn carriage, complete with glitter and groomed white stallions. The fairytale is cut short however as the audience gasps and chatters without Nyanners frail vocalizations in earshot. What's the point in putting on a show if your rival won't even know? This can't be, everyone is there. Mousey is being flung through the air like an actress in a Pasek and Paul scored musical as the couples begin what will culminate in a dirty rendition of the cupid shuffle. The lights are colorful and the music loud, but not enough to drown out the doubts swirling in Vei's head. "Has Nyanners completely disowned us? Does she think she's better than me? She's never been better than me and that bitch is just running now that she's realized it." As if to cut through the noise, a dagger into her psyche, a siren sounds. The fire trucks are approaching and a voice comes on the PA system in a startled tone. "Attention students and faculty of Viewmore High, we regret to inform you that a forest fire has begun nearby. We ask that everyone remain calm and evacuate the school, arrangements have already been made to shuttle anyone without a car to the nearby VA hall." As Vei navigated the shockingly apathetic cloud of evacuees, it dawned on her. "that bitch really did lose it." Smoke covers the school as sired and alarms invade the air, yet a distinctly shitty sound can be made out through the foley and chatter. A shitty old prius, plowing through the nighttime air and heading to the only freeway out of state.