Tell everyone that those are Adele's nudes, not mine. Nobody will believe me, but the confusion will act as a smokescreen.
Cry and do nothing to better my situation.
Politely inform Adele that you'll murder her because she's a prep.
"No." I answered.
Hell yeah. Adele liked my nudes.
Impolitely inform Adele that you'll murder her because she's a prep.
Cover up my pentagram scar with white foundation.
Go to a My Chemical Romance concert... as the lead singer! What an excellent ruse.
Politely inform college that, while I appreciate the offer... fucking hell no.
Skive for the entire year, using my dead vampire parents as an excuse.
"No." I shouted angrily.
Offer to help him run the lemonade stand out of the goodness of my heart.
Do nothing, but lie to my friends later about how good of a person I was and about how I saved the kid's life.
Pretend to be deaf so that I can avoid the social interaction.
"Yes." I answered.
Offer to help him run the lemonade stand out of the expectation that I'll get free lemonade.
Call him a prep, punch him in the face and piss in his lemonade.
Take a knife, pop the ball and slit my wrists.
Take a knife, pop the ball and carve a pentagram scar into it before throwing it back over the garden fence.
Put on my 'Avril Lavigne' cloak, throw the ball back over the fence.
Put on my 'Hell Yeah' cloak, keep the ball. I'll never use it - ew, sport - but I'm a hoarder.
"No." I answered.
Take a knife, pop the ball and carve a cross into it before throwing it back over the garden fence.
-cums in her pussy-
Talk to her. I'm not a prep, but I'm definitely not not a prep - maybe she could use a friend.
Do nothing. She's just a transfer student - she isn't that special.
Think about talking to her and converting her to Satanism. Probably too much effort though.
Think about talking to her. Decide against it because you'd fuck it up anyway. Cry.
Kill her. I'm not a prep, and I'm definitely not a prep - maybe she could use a funeral.
Cry so much my parents decide it's not worth the effort to bring me. Fucking score.
Scream, "OMFG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!" and then... my eyes will roll up! You'll only be able to see my red whites. Parents decide it's not worth the effort to bring me. Fucking score.
Attend. Lie to myself that it won't be that bad. It will be that bad. Cry.
Attend. Say 'Hell yeah' a lot on instinct because memes have become an inscrutable part of your way of speaking. Cry later, thinking about how your entire life revolves around memes. Hell yeah.
Attend. Be at the corner of the room, looking at memes on my phone the entire time. Pretend I'm not even there. Get my dick out for Harambe when nobody's looking.
Attend. Paint all of the decorations black. Call everyone preps. Piss in the punch.