"What? No." Abernathy fussed with the skirt a bit. It looked like it had a hard surface with all that black glitter, but it was actually quite soft. "Who?"

She shook her head. "Fuck. Sunny? Whoever. Boys can't see me like this. They don't think of me this way." Well, except the occasional ex-boyfriend. Sam can't think of me this way.

"What in the world would I even wear with this? Don't I need a mask? And some shoes. Oh god who nominated me? This is too much freaking pressure."