It was too early in the school year for Jazz to be having a bad year. Yet, here she was, having a bad year. Classes were going as they usually did. Professors were boring, homework was mindlessly simple, and Jazz was already preparing to find someone to tutor her in accounting. That was the only business class that she really struggled with. The start of Jazz’s bad year stemmed from all the Greek life related drama. It had escalated to a point where Jazz really wanted to crawl into a hole and not come out.
The Patty drama was the hardest part of all this. In all the years they’d known one another they’d never really fought. At least not this intensely. Kelso and Chris had tried to mediate a discussion between the two of them, which had ended with Kelso shoving both Patty and Jazz into a supply closet near the school track. So not only was Jazz emotionally at the end of her rope, but she was also stuck in a dark supply closet for some hours with angry Patty - spiders (she is terrified of spiders), and the TBell that Kelso left them with “in case they got hungry.”
Once they’d been freed of the closet, things were still very uncomfortable and awkward between the two. Thus, Jazz had retreated to Delta house to take several showers to try and rid herself of the feeling of spiders crawling all over her. And she hadn’t talked to Patty since then. Or Jenni, she might add.
Today was the day of the Pledge Ball, which would really kick off Greek Events for the year. Jazz had ended up planning to go with Fitz when the two had established that their ideal dates for the ball were quote, unquote “being frustrating.” She’d spent the afternoon at Beta House, helping with decorating and getting everything set up for the event later that night. She’d returned to Delta house sometime that afternoon to go through the laborious process of getting dressed.
When Fitz arrived to pick her up, she was already dressed and ready to go. Actually, she was struggling to shove an umbrella in the tiny rat purse that she was carrying that matched her outfit. As Jazz had discovered, umbrellas (no matter how compact they could get), didn’t really fit into clutches. Thus, she could only pray that it didn’t rain on their way from the Delta House to Beta House. And hoping it didn’t rain in Florida was like gambling with the devil, Florida was just unpredictable like that.
Fortunately for Fitz and Jazz, they arrived at the Beta house without being drowned by mother nature. That was one good thing that had happened to Jazz this week. On entering the Beta house, Jazz was quick to grab two champagne flutes from the servers that were weaving through the crowd. The culinary program at Dalton was catering the event, thus why they had actual waiters - rather than the pledges catering to the full-fledged members. She passed one of the flutes to Fitz, before taking a sip off her own.
“So have you heard anything from Jenni?” She asked curiously. It was no secret that Fitz and Jenni were in an odd place as well. Perhaps not as odd as Jazz and Patty, but still odd. “Or is she still refusing to talk to you?” She sighed, taking another sip off her champagne. “Relationships are confusing. If you and I haven’t figured shit out by time we’re thirty, I propose we get hitched. At least we can put up with one another,” She mused.
At least Fitz was easy enough to understand, and didn’t get upset at her for no reason. Also, Patty still owed her guacamole. Fitz always paid his debts.
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