This was the last place Bianca wanted to be for the New Year, a party filled with grade nines and tens who were eagerly trying to impress the seniors. The 5'4 brunette made her way inside, scoping out the scene with Eli Goldsworthy by her side. She hated to admit it to herself, but she was here strictly for him. Somehow his company had become comforting for her, especially in the midst of her pregnancy. They started hanging out away from school, and she found herself wanting to text him, see him... even flirt with him. It was the kind of relationship that had crept up on her, and through all the mocking and teasing, she'd managed to develop some sort of feelings for the boy. Unfortunately for Bianca, the first person she caught sight of was Drew Torres, her ex and baby's father. He seemed fine, kicking back with his friends and drinking something alcoholic. Bianca scoffed at the sight, mumbling something to herself about how he was acting careless. She had no true reason to be upset, seeing as though she was the one who left him, but it still rubbed her the wrong way. Catching eyes with Eli, she sighed, nodding her head towards his friends. "Go. Say hi to everyone. I can manage." When Eli and her separated, she weaved through the crowd, finding her way to the punch bowl and drinks table. She looked around, making sure nobody had their eyes on her and began pouring herself a glass of champagne, watching the bubbly cream-colored liquid fill to the brim. She inhaled the scent, letting it tickle her senses before the flute touched her lips. She knew this was wrong, and could potentially screw things up, but for some reason that didn't bother her. Taking a slow sip, she closed her eyes in relief.