HEATHER'S POV
"I look ugly," I  tell Bridgette, Courtney, and Gwen as I step out of the dressing room stall.

"Do not!" Gwen argued.
I was wearing a green satin silk dress with Neon shoes. The girls and I decided not to wear so much neon, because that would give us bad dress options. "My turn!" Bridgette says as she walks into the dressing stall. She came out with a baby blue crop top, and half navy/ half baby blue skirt.

COURTNEY'S POV
"Beautiful," I say. "Who are you all taking to the dance?" I ask.
"Alejandro,"
"Geoff,"
"You know, TRENT!"
"You guys! Oh my god! But what about Chris!?"
"Who cares anymore these days!"
"I have had worse times,"
"Girl, let it go! I was on my phone the whole pep rally until I went to the bathroom to bomb Chris. Besides, why aren't you taking Duncan?!" Heather asked me. "What is so bad about your rep!"
"You girls are right! I will ask him,"
So I call.
Voicemail
I call again.
"Voicemail again,"
"Let me try, he always picks up," When the voicemail came on, I started to panic.
BRIDGETTE'S POV
"Let me try Trent," Gwen says. Soon enough, we are calling our dates to the dance. But none would pick up.
"What the Heck is going on?!" Heather says.
"I am going to keep my mind away, by putting my dress on," Gwen says. She walks into the stall and comes out moments later. She was wearing black high top converse, with a grey short skirted dress.

"She be flexin! Your turn Courtney!" I say.
"I am saving my dress to be a surprise,"
Just then a phone rang.

Next time on D-R-A-M-A
Heather: Are you with Duncan?
Bridgette: This is an EMERGENCY