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After lunch I went to a couple of classes then got ready for the game.

"You need to look nice because I think he's going to ask you," Celia told me.

"Ok, I can do that."

I left my room and went to Evie's.

"Knock knock!"

I opened the door and found Evie and Mal. Mal stormed out of the room pushing past me.

"Hey, Evie, wanna help me get ready for the game? I think Ben's going to ask me to Cotillion."

"Of course I will!"

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After a while of styling Evie paired up the perfect outfit for me. I kind of felt silly.

"You look amazing J."

"It's perfect. Ok I'm gonna head back to my room and do my makeup."

"Ok, see you a the game."

"Yup!"

I went back to my room and it was empty. I started my makeup, I did a somewhat natural look.

After finishing I left my room and started walking towards the field. I met you with Celia and Quinn and we all sat in the bleachers. Celia looked at me funny.

"Wow, you really tried."

I pushed her a little and rolled my eyes.

"I want to make everyone think I'm up to his standards."

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After the game Ben grabbed the mike from the announcer and did a whole bit about how he loves me.

"What did you put in those brownies? He's crazy." She said.

"I don't know, this is way more than what I expected, trust me."

After he finished he came up and pulled me into a hug.

"Jackie, will you be my girlfriend and go to cotillion with me?"

I grabbed the mic and pulled it towards myself.

"Yes."

He smiled at me and quickly kissed me. I backed away and he ran off leaving his jersey with me. I sat back down slightly put off.

"What's wrong, Everything's going perfectly?" Celia asked.

"Oh, nothing," I said faking a smile.

I felt bad, I didn't know why but, not the good kind of bad, just bad bad. This makes no sense.

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"Evie!" I yelled out

"Yeah J?" She asked.

I stopped at her table that lacked Mal.

"Ben asked me out on a date! I need your help!"

"Ok, let's go! Omg you guys are totally a great couple."

"Really? Thanks E."

She hugged me and we walked to her dorm.

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