"What are you smiling about?" Imogen questioned him as she set his plate of food in front of him and she set her own down as well. They didn't have a dinner table considering they had the island in the kitchen and they also spent almost every dinner...
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Imogen pursed her lips, ignoring the guilt that gnawed at her as she had spent all yesterday deciding if she was going to tell Scott what happened or not. But, Formal was tomorrow and he had yet to bring it up to her. They hadn't really spoken since a couple of days ago when she had tasered him in the woods. There was this unspoken tension between them.
"Hey, Im."
She blinked in surprise as she closed her locker to look at her boyfriend who was standing there with Jackson who had a nervous look on his face. "Uh, hey." She gave the two a weird look. She was a little confused as to why the two were together when she was sure that they still hated each other.
"I know that I haven't asked you to formal and I really really want to go with you but, I'm not allowed to go because of my grades." Scott told her, feeling embarrassed that he had let his grades get that bad.
"Oh." The guilt grew as she now knew the reason for his lack of mention of the formal around her.
"So, Jackson here asked me if he could take you to the formal since I can't go and I know you want to go." He said, Jackson nodded. Scott had heard his girlfriend telling both Lydia and Allison that he hadn't asked her and he felt horrible that he hadn't asked her. But, Coach had cornered him today and basically told him he couldn't go to the dance.
"I already told you Jackson why I didn't want to go with you." She said lightly reminding the boy next to her boyfriend with a small chiding look. "And anyways, I already have a date." She added in quieter tone.
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"You do?" The two asked her, Scott looking a bit hurt that he didn't know and Jackson looked surprised.
"Yeah. I didn't know you weren't allowed to go to formal. I just thought you just didn't want to go." She said, looking apologetic to her boyfriend who felt bad for lying about when coach had forbid him.
"Well, I guess that okay." Scott muttered, clearing his throat and tried to not look jealous. "So, who are you going with?"
"Hey, Imogen." A smaller voice caused them to turn to the taller boy with blue eyes and curly hair. "So, we're still going to the dance together, right?" He didn't want to feel like he was purposely trying to get between the couple. It wasn't like he had a shot with her anyway.
