| Zach Kitano ( @ 2008-04-07 20:55:00 |
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| Entry tags: | adrienne conté, zach kitano |
The History of Zach and Adrienne: Take 8¾
Who: Zach and Adrienne
Where: The School's Auditorium
When: Thursday, February 15, 2007. Nighttime!
What: The Valentine's Day Dance itself! Someone spiked the punch, and Zach drank it.
Adrienne and Zach danced plenty with each other and with friends, and the evening wore on without a hitch. Zach grew thirsty at one point when Adrienne went to dance with one of her friends and promised to be back quickly. He smiled and watched her go, wandering over to the punch bowl for some refreshment and picking at a few of the more interesting looking snacks on the table strewn with holiday foods of red, white, and pink. Four or five cups later, he felt a little funny. Probably nothing. Maybe he just needed a little fresh air soon.
With the music suddenly halting, Zach looked to see what was going on. Ah, announcements for the king and queen and princes and princesses. Something like that, anyway. Shocked at hearing Adrienne’s name called, Zach glanced to see where she was as Adrienne hadn’t gotten back to him yet from her dance with her friend. Eventually, he spotted her halfway or more across the room. His stare followed her to the stage as she walked onto it with someone else who was called. Tristan something. Sounded like a dumb name out of a medieval movie. And what was it with this childish jealously? It’s not like they were actually royalty getting forced into an arranged marriage or anything.
Zach still crossed his arms, feeling petulant about it all. As a wave of light-headedness washed over him and calmed him, he scooped up more punch and looked around the floor at the faces there. Sighing out loud, he really felt like getting some fresh air after the ridiculous display on stage by that Tristan guy. At this point, the guy could just stand there doing absolutely nothing and Zach would find it ridiculous. He threw away his cup, picking up one of the chocolate covered strawberries and taking a bite out of it.
An excited grin sprouted across his face as he heard Eva’s name called. Well, that was good vote despite the fact that he hadn’t seen a picture of her or even met her when he voted for her. Pretty, leggy, and blonde. Typical queen material, although she did seem like a very cool person with a sharp mind whenever he talked to her and read her online journal entries. Zach gave her props for that. He whistled, clapping loudly and hollering along with the crowd.
Clearly, someone must have spiked the punch for him to be acting this way.