GWEN'S POV
I was parched from all the driving, so I went to the drink bar only to see nobody working, I peek in to find Duncan AND Courtney making out non stop. I mean, WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH THEM! At least they are going to the dance together. That is the reason we came.
So I look around the club trying to find Bridgette and Heather, when I run into Scott and he asks me for help.
"Gwen! I need help!"
"What," I reply.
"That girl! I am in love! Quick! Where is the dirt! I need to roll around in it to function! HELP!" He grabbed my shoulders and shook me until I responded.
"Outside!"
HEATHER'S POV
"What the—heck," I say starring at the weirdest thing in the club.
"Oh god no! Look away Heather!" Bridgette said. "You just looked at Harold picking his nose while dancing with the worst dancer on earth. Are you INSANE!?" She continued.
"No, I was tasting my own bro that I haven't puked up yet,"
"We need to find Gwen! She texted me that she found them. Oh no. Is it just me or is it weird that Sierra brought a life like doll of Cody into a club in public?"
"Oh no. I need to get a drink or I am going to puke! Quick! To the drink bar!" I drag Bridgette along, grab a cup and sit down in the back of the juice bar. Then I find Courtney and Duncan kissing.
Bridgette stood up and laced right back down. "Stay down, unless you want to be next months drama pep rally meat,"

Next time on D-R-A-M-A

Chris: This place is lurking with drama. Scan it down. Leave nothing behind

Heather: We have to leave, NOW!