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"Present from the giiirlfriend?" Raven teased, looking from the box to the boy, to the box again.

He seemed pretty eager to open in, an action that did not go unmissed by the young Dragomir. Still she took his arm, allowing him to escort her down.

Man, she felt like a twat.

She had assumed that people would be in nice clothing, cute cocktail dresses and collared shirts and such, but she did not expect everyone to be wearing it. She nibbled her lip, making her way through the crowd. Apparently she'd made a bad decision wearing jeans today, she felt a little out of place next to the graceful students and the taller girls.

flicking her hair out, she tossed it over her shoulder letting it tumble down her back in waves. It really was her best feature. Hopefully if people saw her hair, they would not notice her ripped jeans and chucks.

She shook her head. She forgot how concerned people were about their clothes.

Glancing out the corner of her eyes, she looked at the young dark haired boy. He seemed to be looking through the place, searching the crowd for somebody.

"Looking for somebody in particular?" She asked, noticing the way his eyes scanned the field, lighting up in that way that guys did when they were excited. She smiled. Apparently he had set his eye on somebody, that much was obvious. She unhooked her arm, sliding her hands into her pockets.

"Girlfriend, partner, friends with benefits or wife?" she smirked.

Knowing this school, it really could be any.