"Hey uh, so who decided that we needed a flash mob?" Grizz questioned as him, Clark, and June joined other teenagers in the square.

June had decided to walk with Grizz back when they received the group message telling them to meet, and Clark tagging along seemed to just be an unpleasant side effect. She felt somewhat bad for being so annoyed by his presence, because she didn't really know him, but she couldn't help it. Something about the boy, as well as most of the other football players, made her skin crawl.

"I did," Cassandra informed, to no one's surprise.

"What the fuck, Cassandra?" Grizz grilled, causing June to shoot him a look.

She wasn't happy to be out either, but she respected what Cassandra was trying to do nonetheless. She shivered as a gust of wind ripped through, causing her to pull her jean jacket tighter around herself.

"Better than 200 people sending texts," Cassandra justified herself, before pressing on. "Has anyone been able to reach anyone?"

"No," The crowd echoed, all glancing around nervously.

"No one?"

"No," The crowd responded again, somewhat more aggravated this time around.

"Okay," Cassandra bit down on her lip, clearly trying to stay calm. "Well, there's... there's definitely a simple explanation."

It was clear the girl was trying to remain calm for the group, but her efforts fell flat for June. She could see through the girl's attempts and knew she was just as scared as the rest of them, which was terrifying. Due to none of their phones working and it seeming as if no adults were home, she felt it was most likely that the town was evacuated and service towers, but the idea of an evacuation made June jump to the conclusion something was really wrong with the town.

"Like what?" Jason pestered.

"Um, they uh..." She paused, searching for the words. "They were evacuated... after we left. And there was a miscommunication, and we were brought back here by mistake."

"Someone would still answer a phone," Kelly spoke up for the first time, arms crossed over her chest.

"Maybe they're asleep," Cassandra started to reason. "I don't know, maybe they're someplace with no reception. They're in a shelter with no reception or something. In the morning someone will answer a phone."

"Maybe it's not safe for us to be here, if they all left," Elle spoke up, garnering June's attention. June had gone to a dance competition once, to see one of her friends perform, and had gotten to see how amazing Elle was at dancing. She found herself admiring the girl from afar ever since.

"A couple hours isn't gonna make a difference," Cassandra reasoned. "We'll figure this all out in the morning. Right now we should just, uh, go home. Yeah, we should go home. And anyone who doesn't want to be alone can come back to our house, yeah? If you want."

"Yeah," Cassandra's younger sister, Allie, agreed.

"Is that your advice, Cassandra?" Harry spoke up now, challenging the blond leader.

"Yeah," She answered before looking down and shaking her head. "Yeah, Harry, just go to sleep."

With that, the murmurs of the group began. Everyone spoke amongst themselves, deciding on their next move in a town with no parents. Whispers of a party on the lawn began, causing June to roll her eyes. She was filled with too much fear and anxiety to even consider partying at the moment, not to mention she had no friends there. She wasn't exactly in the mood to be an outcast at an upperclassmen party. As June stood awkwardly on the outside of the group, deciding whether or not to walk home or to take Cassandra up on her offer, her eyes fell on someone who somehow looked more out of place than her; Elle.

"Hey, you going to the party?" Campbell had made his way to the blond girl, causing June to roll her eyes but crane to listen in.

"Uh, yeah, maybe," Elle answered awkwardly, avoiding the intense gaze of the boy.

"Cool," He smirked then walked away.

And that was all the convincing June needed. Something in her told her that allowing that poor timid girl to get drunk at a party with no friends with someone like Campbell eyeing her, was the worst idea of all time. So, June would go, and make sure nothing happened to the girl.

As the group dispersed, preparing to go get dressed for the party and bring alcohol back, June went off alone. She didn't see Grizz in the crowd and assumed he must not have been going home first, so walking alone was her only option. She walked quickly, recognizing it as a sort of paranoia ever since her mother's passing. 

Once she finally was home, she was challenged with the task of finding something cute to wear. Some part of her was nagging her with the question 'who are you trying to impress tonight?' but she didn't want to think about the answer. By thinking about the answer, she'd have to think about the fact that it was a girl she was trying to impress, and that the girl was most likely straight anyways. 

She flew to her home and searched through her closet tirelessly, sighing at all of her options. Her jean jacket she wore was basically a staple of hers at that point, so she knew there was no parting with it. Eventually, she settled on a red tank top, mom jeans, and the jacket over top. She wondered if the double jean combination was too much, but decided to just go before she could change her mind. 

Once back downstairs, she walked into her kitchen and paused. They a few bottles of alcohol in a cupboard that she knew her dad wouldn't miss, considering her mom had always been the drinker anyways, but she wasn't sure if she should take one or not. There had been a few times she had gone to a friend's house and they would get drunk alone in their bedroom, but June had never really partied. She wasn't sure how she would act, drunk, around a large group of people. The sudden fear she might do or say something to out herself washed over her, and she decided drinking wasn't in the cards for her that night. 

With one last glance back at her empty home, she grabbed her house keys and was out the door. The walk was eerily quiet, and that mixed with the slight wind sent a chill down her spine. Then, she could hear the party before she could see it. She found herself worrying they'd wake someone and get caught, before reminding herself there was no one to disturb. 

Once she finally caught up to the party, she felt as out of place as she expected she would. They had discovered that the church was left unlocked, leaving the kids to run rampant through it. Loud music played, beer was everywhere, and June just wanted to go home. She squeezed through masses of kids, half considering just turning around and leaving when a voice called out her name.

"June!" 

The sound of her name caught her off guard, and she almost convinced herself they were referencing the month, rather than her. She spun on her heels to greet the person, pretty relieved that it was just a drunk Grizz.

"Grizz!" She shouted back at him, matching his drunk enthusiasm with a giggle.

"Why don't we ever talk anymore?" He threw a large arm around her shoulder, resting his weight on the girl. In his other hand, he held a red solo cup.

"Probably 'cause I'm not on the football team," She mused, doing her best to support his weight.

"Good point, you should've tried out," 

His words made her laugh as she tried easing herself and the boy down into one of the pews. As they sat down, his head lulled slightly to the side. She found that talking to him was a lot easier than she could have imagined, and it almost felt like when they were little again. Their conversation was cut off by Clark coming up behind them and clasping his hands down on Grizz's shoulders.

"Not to interrupt your little date, man, but we have a shotgunning contest I need to beat you at,"

The suggestion of Grizz and her being anything more than platonic immediately made June's cheeks go red. She hadn't thought about the fact that to anyone looking at them, they probably looked like they were flirting. Looking at the boy, he seemed just as uncomfortable by the suggestion of them being on a date, and mouthed a simple "sorry" before clumsily standing and being led away by Clark. June found herself wondering how she'd ever handle pretending she was straight her whole life, if she got so uncomfortable at just the mention of her on a date with a guy. 

The whole ordeal reminded her why she was there in the first place, and caused her to stand up and begin to look around. At that point, most kids were already a messy sort of drunk and were falling all over each other. June scanned the room for Elle or even Cambell, but couldn't see either anywhere. She then decided to inquire about the two from the most approachable person she could find.

Her eyes then landed on Allie Pressman, sitting alone on the front pew. She seemed approachable enough, probably because she too was young like June. Or, maybe she wasn't that young, but she seemed it because she was Cassandra's little sister. June made her way to the blond girl, working up the courage to start a conversation with someone new, something she didn't ordinarily do.

"Hey," She started, taking a seat next to the girl. "Have you seen Elle Tomkins or Cambell Elliot anywhere?"

"What?" Allie looked confusedly up at the girl, a frown firm on her face.

"Uh, have you seen Elle or Campbell anywhere?"

"Oh, uh, no," The blond girl softened. It seemed as though she was distracted or upset, which June took notice to.

"Is everything okay?" She questioned.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," She answered unconvincingly, staring down at her hands.

June could tell the girl was lying, but she wasn't exactly sure what to do about it. It wasn't like they were friends, and Allie had no reason to confide in June. Just as she was about to nod and continue her search for Elle, Allie pressed on.

"It's just, have you ever said or done something and wished you could take it back right after?"

"Yeah," June snorted, thinking back to the night she told her mom.

"It sucks, doesn't it? Like, everyone always tells you to just tell people how you feel, but that's such shit advice." She began to ramble, causing June to just nod her head in agreement. "Cassandra kept telling me 'tell Will how you feel,' and look how that worked out for me."

"Will?" June questioned, trying to keep up with the story.

"Look! I did it again. I take it back, I shouldn't have told you that," The girl drunkenly sighed, placing her head in her hands.

"No, it's fine. You don't have to take it back with me. But, I do think you should maybe stop drinking and call it a night," June suggested lightly, placing a hand on the girl's back.

Allie begrudgingly listened to the girl, perhaps associating her straight across bangs with Cassandra's, making her see her as an authority figure. Just as she stood she stumbled back down on the pew, alerting June to just how drunk the girl was. She then sighed, knowing what she would have to do. 

"Maybe I should walk you back tonight?" June suggested, earning a tired nod from Allie in response.

June bit down on her lip and scanned the room one last time for Elle. She couldn't leave there knowing the girl wasn't safe. Instead, her eyes landed on Campbell conversing with a group of people. June took that as a sign she was okay, which gave her the green light to head out. She wrapped an arm around Allie then stood from the pew, helping the blond girl up as well. 

The walk back to the Pressman house was agonizingly slow as Allie shuffled along. The further away from the church they got the quieter it became, the music slowly dying out behind them. June also recognized the fact that she would have a long walk home from their side of town. Upon reaching their house, June helped the girl up the steps and into the house, where Cassandra sat in the living room, still awake. She stood at the sound of the door opening and crossed to where the two girls were.

"I don't think she'll be able to make it up the stairs," June greeted as Cassandra went to help support some of Allie's weight.

"That's okay, can you just help me get her to the couch," Cassandra suggested, before slowly making her way there and easing her little sister down. "Thanks, for walking her back tonight, I was waiting up for her."

"Yeah, it's no problem."

Once they'd lowered her onto the couch and Cassandra laid a blanket on top of her, they stood in awkward silence. June placed her hands in her back pockets, deciding whether or not she should just go, and Cassandra seemed to study the girl.

"Yanno, I'm sorry, about what happened to your mom," She started quietly. The two had never spoken before, but June wasn't shocked Cassandra knew about her mother. In West Ham, everyone knew something big like that.

"Uh, thank you," June replied with a nod of the head, averting the girl's gaze. She had become so used to the look of pity, she couldn't handle seeing it anymore. "I should probably get goi—"

"You can stay here tonight, if you want," Cassandra cut her off with the suggestion. "It's late to be walking back alone. Allie won't mind you sleeping in her bed while she's down here."

"Oh, uh, are you sure?" June questioned tentatively. While she definitely didn't want to be alone, she also didn't want to impose.

"Of course," Cassandra nodded. "Let me show you where it's at."

Cassandra guided her up the stairs to Allie's room, giving her one last warm smile before closing the door behind her. June looked around the room slowly, feeling a bit like an intruder. She then took off her jacket and sat down on the bed, unable to escape her racing thoughts. They ranged from things like Allie to her dad to Elle. She found something about Allie intriguing and wild, and some part of her hoped they could become friends. Then, she wondered how her dad was holding up without her usual hourly texts informing she was okay. Finally, her mind wondered to the blonde ballerina, who had definitely never given her a second thought. She sighed and lowered herself on the bed, pulling the comforter around her. She could feel her eyelids getting heavier, and the last thought she had before falling into a deep sleep, was about how strange West Ham was. It was strange, that she could live in a town where everyone thought they knew everything, but no one there knew who she really was, and they never could.

A/N: Okay so I'm sorry this is not my favorite chapter at all. As things go on June will actually get some confidence and talk to more people. Anyways, please vote and comment, and thank you for all of the support!