Becca Doll

For the next 30 minutes, Mark and Katie did their best to enjoy themselves.

The couple danced to a few of the slower songs, they got some punch, and chatted with some of their friends, all the while secretly keeping track of a few other potential acquisitions. Mark found himself particularly eyeing his lab partner Abby Greene, a Redhead that he knew had a crush on him. She was in a light green dress, and was currently chatting with another girl Mark didn't recognize. Katie on the other hand, seemed to be eyeing a few more of the football players and cheerleaders.

Suddenly, their thoughts are interrupted by a large commotion.

“You fucking Asshole,” they heard a voice yell.

Turning around, they saw Becca Robinson storm off towards the restroom’s, while her (now former) boyfriend and prom king looking the other way, his back turned toward her.

“I wonder what happened there?” Mark wondered aloud.

“Don’t know,” Katie shrugged, “but I’ll take it as a sign.”

“Hmm, good point. Time stop, Katie Start!” Mark commanded.

The world once again stopped moving. But Mark, Katie, were free to move.

“Let’s go see if Becca is okay, shall we,” Katie said aloud.

Mark and Katie found Becca in the girl’s bathroom, sitting on a toilet, her head in her hands. She was clearly upset, though she was not crying.

“I wonder what Jason did?”

“Who cares?” Katie said dismissively. “It’s his loss.”

“Point. Becca, stop!” Mark says aloud.

Nothing changed visibly about the brunette, but Mark knew. She was now his.

He quickly picked up the balled up girl out of the stall, and carried her in the same pose out of the restroom. Becca certainly didn’t seem to mind.

“Are we taking her now ex?” Mark asked.

“Nah,” Katie replied. “He’s the scapegoat in case someone notices.”

“Fair enough.” With that, the duo walked out of the ballroom and made their way to the limo.

Becca was placed on the floor of the limo, with her head in the lap of Adam, and her feet near Rachel’s. The limo was certainly filling up.

“All right, let's go get one more,” Mark said.

With a grin, he turned back toward the ballroom, ready to select one last new doll for his collection. The night was still young, and the dance floor was still full of beautiful, frozen prospects.