Sauntering over to you, Fell grinned down at you, his dark eyes staring daggers into your eyes. Everyone knew that prom was coming up soon, and just like in your junior year, you had nobody to go with. It was expected this time, at least, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. You weren’t popular in the slightest, so anyone who had actually asked you merely did it as a joke, or because of a dare from a friend.

Since Fell was one of the popular guys, you weren’t an easy target, and was one of the main antagonists who picked on you, made fun of you, and just made your school days hell. Stuffing one hand into the pocket of his fur-lined jacket, the other rested on your desk, invading your personal space in a bold manner as he spoke, his voice low and intimidating, but also with a slightly..nervous hint to his tone.

Hey, nerd. It’s prom night Friday. Ya’ goin’ with anyone? Hah! I doubt it. Who would even go with your dork ass?? Come on, tell me. Do you have anyone to go with?

Waiting for your response, Fells confidence started to diminish. While he was trying to keep his cool and seem tough around you, his soul was doing flips in his chest. He really wanted to take you to prom. Not because he liked you, or anything like that, no. Well, maybe a little. But he enjoyed your company, and only wanted to go with you. The hand on your desk tapped impatiently as his anxiety increased, holding his tongue to not seem desperate.