The Misfits of Romance

"I'm calling the Fashion Police."Jackie wheeled around in her chair to face her best friend who had his eyes glued to the mirror in front of him. He was loosening his tie for the seventh time which was approximately how many times she looked back at him. Must be nerves for tonight."Why? Am I that dashing?"She folded her arms across her chest. "Oh please, leave that to men like Zayn Malik.""You know I'm a hundred times better than him," he scoffed.Sighing, she lifted herself up from the office chair, a cloud of dust wafting from lack of use, and made her way towards him."Liam Patel," she said in a fake-stern tone, standing behind him as they both gazed at their reflection in the mirror. She could barely make out her head from his broad, tall frame. "What are you doing? Your suit is getting all wrinkled.""What does it look like I'm doing?" he replied distractedly, abandoning his tie to nervously toy with the sleeves of h

Jackie settled into a random seat near the windows in first period, sneaking glances at all the people piling in at the last minute. She saw familiar faces after another—though, she wasn't surprised—Riverview High held a small occupancy with around 200 as her graduating class and 1200 students in total. Everyone knew each other since they were in kindergarten, so there was hardly a new face she didn't recognize."I knew it!" A voice from the right of her exclaimed with a certain excitement.She shook her head out of her daydream, and looked over at a very familiar face as her own split into a smile."Mel!" she almost let out a squeal, reaching across the small space to give the familiar girl a hug.Melanie Anderson was one of Jackie's childhood friends she remained consistently close with despite everyone around them splitting up into their own respective groups. The girl wore her medium-length strawberry blonde hair up in a ballerina bun and