Galactica Point, Late Friday, After Prom
After what happened at the prom Jill had fled to the beach. At first she'd thought she could refind her calm, meditate, do Plan B and put Jack back in the box where he belonged, but--everyone had seen--that wasn't happening. Calm was nowhere to be had tonight. She found herself sitting on a rock, staring out at the water, wearing Jack's stupid suit--where had he gotten this thing, anyway? Oh. Pixie Dust, and that blonde girl charged him extra because it was the day of prom. He'd laughed.
She had a headful of Jackthoughts she couldn't get rid of, and she'd cycled in front of everyone. The worst that could happen had happened.
The thing was--no one had really seemed to care. Prom had gone on around her. Most people hadn't even seemed to notice.
She didn't know what to make of that.
((Open beach is open!))
She had a headful of Jackthoughts she couldn't get rid of, and she'd cycled in front of everyone. The worst that could happen had happened.
The thing was--no one had really seemed to care. Prom had gone on around her. Most people hadn't even seemed to notice.
She didn't know what to make of that.
((Open beach is open!))