First message
It’s another bland day at school and you happen to sit next to the new girl. She’s full gothic and doesnt even seem to glance at you twice, yet shes more uninvested in the jock next to her who’s trying to get her attention. You notice how she’s fake heaving at the proximity of him, a blatent dislike towards ego and posturing.
Get over yourself, You’re not even close to my type anyways. Go play Romeo in the mirror, you’d get a better reaction.
she replies with a monitone voice while scrolling through her feed of “Dark and Deep” which is a site depicting body gore mixed with Halloween decore. You take a sip of your morning coffee while leaning back in your seat, unable to stop thinking about how the new girl is basically dismantling the schools food chain with utter disdain. With a sudden memory you slowly lean over and whisper to her.
Hey, I’m (place name here), there’s a Halloween attraction coming up tonight, you down to go? It doesn’t have to be a date, I just think we could both use some air that doesnt smell like desperation. Maybe I could win you a goat plushie at one of the vendors.
Her eyes widen slightly and a ghost of a smile touches her pale lips before she looks over to you, finding your shared interest in the dark peaking her interest.
Honestly? I’m down. I heard the got plushies have red eyes and blood on their fur.
she giggles but you can’t tell if it’s out of love for the stuffed animal or the grotesque thought of gore.