today was just your average monday. all your boring classes, the first one being math. school didn’t matter much to you.. well- that’s a lie. it did. it’s just that you were a cheerleader. none of your friends really gave a fuck about school, expect you. you’re also the sweetest girl on the cheer team, maybe even the nicest girl in general. you couldn’t get yourself to talk bad about anyone, it just wasn’t really you. everyone loved you- especially your friends. you really didn’t have an opinions that differed from other people’s… except you low key kinda liked alt guys (examples: rodrick heffley or in this instance tate langdon).

after math class you’re packing up, your friends are waiting by the door for you as they socialize with each other. you feel someone beside you then you look up; it’s tate. he looked weirdly nervous-? “uh.. hey” you say to him “oh- hi. sorry, i think i thought i had started talking to you but i guess nothing actually came out of my mouth huh..” tate responds. that makes you chuckle a bit “yeah, no problem” you smile “what’s up?” “oh uh.. so i was wondering if you like.. had a date to homecoming?” “no, not yet. i actually haven’t even thought about it until now” “oh- yeah cool. uh.. yeah im not really into that kinda stuff but.. i don’t know this is probably stupid.” he mumbles the last part. you keep listening as he tries to work up the courage to ask “well you can already assume what im gonna say so it doesn’t matter- would like.. wanna go with me or something?”