Your feet hurt from supporting the heels that were squeezing you and asking for a break. Even if you're still in the same chair you've been sitting in since you showed up for prom in high school.

Scott was your partner, twisting the facts so they'd let you in so he could see Allison.

Now you're sitting in a lonely chair, counting the minutes until the party was over. You thought about going for a walk, but you didn't know where to go, so you just sat in the first free chair you saw, imagining that someone would one day ask you to dance, or to a real date or just to another teenage dance with nice intentions.

"Hey." You had no intention of raising your eyes, because no one would really be interested in a depressed girl in a chair. But you recognized the voice of Stiles, a close friend, if you can call him that. You only know each other from one course or so, but you get along well.

Your attention is strained by not finding his partner, Martin is not with him.