Jason see's her gaze and,since she said 'Not anymore' he turned to face where she was looking.

His tuxedo wasn't black, but a dazzling, spotless white, the open jacket showing a white vest and an icy blue tie beneath. His cuff links, the silk handkerchief in his breast pocket were the same icy color. Everything else was white, even his shoes, but instead of appearing ghostly or faded, he filled the room with presence, a royal among commoners. He stood in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, the picture of nonchalance, and even as a human, he was too gorgeous for words. His dark hair had been combed back, falling softly around his face, and his mercury eyes, though they should've seemed pale against all the white, glimmered more brightly than anything. And they were fixed solely on Jason.

He felt his heart pound but also ach as he pulled his gaze away,trying to calm himself as he forced the pink out of his freckles frills and underwings with that usual dark purple he always was known to use to pound out that very color. 'Sh*t.' He thought. "Let's get swingin'." He muttered,running a hand,no longer bound anymore after the past events,through his rich brown hair with those white tips. He realized what a messy dork he looked like compared to the two heart poundingly hot faey.

Puck took Jason's elbow. "Okay," he said a little too loudly, steering Jason away, "the gangs all here. Are we going to this party, or not?"

Ash walked up beside Jason. He didn't offer his arm or make any move to touch him. There a hint of frost and the strange, sharp smell that was uniquely him.

A subtle look that passed between Ash and Puck. Ash kept his expression carefully blank, but Pucks mouth twitched in a faint smirk--one of his dangerous ones--and his eyes narrowed a fraction.

The nurse must've seen it, too, for she clapped her hands briskly. "May I remind you three," she stated in a no-nonsense voice, "that even though this is a party, we are there for a specific reason. We are not there to spike the punch, seduce the humans, glamour the food, challenge the males to a fight, or do anything pertaining to mischief. Is that understood?" She shot a piercing glare at Puck when she said this, and he pointed to himself with wide-eyed, who, me? look. It did not amuse her. "I will be watching you," she warned, and even though she was barely four feet tall, white-haired, and shriveled like a prune, she made the threat sound ominous. "Do try to behave yourselves."

Jason was a little scared by the look that passed between the two and the feeling that they where on end with one another. He didn't realize it but white glittered on the edges of each of his freckle scales,his frills folded in then tractraced as he nodded to her but put on a small fanged smile. He didn't dare say anything,but he didn't dare show how it made him a bit scared of how the two other boys seemed to be at the moment. He let glittering colors of silver and gold wash over his scales until it washed away to leave them a rainbow color of bright and eagerness before they wrapped close around him and seemed to hide so well in camo that they seemed not even there. His tail wrapped around his left leg both for support and to stay out of the way as the same thing happened to the scales on his tail.Like it wasn't even there,not marks of it pressing to his leg at all.

Clusters of blue and white balloons led the way to the gym, light and music pouring out from the double doors and windows. The doors swung open and two students walked out, holding hands and giggling. The boy pulled his date to him for a long, tongue-swabbing kiss, before they broke apart and began creeping behind the building.

"Mmm, smell the lust," Puck muttered beside Jason. The nurse snorted. "Theyre not supposed to leave the gym without supervision," she growled, putting her hands on her hips. "Where are the chaperones? I suppose Ill have to deal with this. You three, behave." She stalked away, virtually bristling with indignation, following the pair around the gym and into the shadows.

Jason heard Puck and shook his head,not liking that about humans. How they lusted so hard sometimes,but he didn't hate it to much anymore because...well he wasn't one that didn't have his own type of thoughts lets just say. He watched after the nurse and the two for a moment before looking at the doors to the gyme. "Okay...it's just like before,just don't think things over to much." he whispered softly,trying to calm his own nerves. He hated being around other kids around his age to often,he did really. He didn't like their attitudes and either lust or hate. It was overwhelming.And sometimes he could feel the emotions wafting off the the other teens and it made him sick most of the time.Like stomach churning sick. His freckles turned a glittering white.

Puck grinned at Jason, eager as always, mischief written plainly on his face. Ash regarded Jason with a solemn expression. He looked stronger already, his eyes bright, the cuts healed to just faint, thin scars across his cheeks. The depth of emotion smoldering within could leave anyone breathless. He smiled, very faintly. "Save me a dance," he murmured.

Jason felt his heart hammer for two reasons. One: Puck's expression and eagerness for mischief. Two:What Ash had murmured and the faint,very faint,smile along with those emotions in his eyes. He force a fanged grin. "Alright,let's get swinging." He said,hoping Lila was there playing DJ again so that maybe he'd have someone to talk to about things other than war and stuff,even if she started jabbering about the past events and how she wished he'd stop hanging with those dragons all the time and for once not get his rear kicked and just let someone adopt him.

The music grew louder and the din of voices echoed beyond the walls. Puck and Ash each pushed open a door, and they were swept through into another world.

The gym had been decorated with more blue and white balloons, crepe paper, and glittering foam snowflakes. They passed the ticket booth with a group of teens clustered around it, either buying tickets or waiting in line. No one seemed to notice the trio as they swept by. Beyond the ticket booth, blue and white tables lined one side of the room; only a few people sat there, the unfortunate ones who couldnt get a date but didnt want to miss the formal just because they were single.