Everything sucked. Genuinely.

Of course it would have ended like this. What was he thinking, asking Melodie out for prom? That she’d be nice to him, just because they were neighbours? Come on Schmidt, you know better than that.

Well, it was all fucked now. He’d been humiliated, with no one to go to prom with, and now he was sitting outside, head in his hands as he tried to pull himself together.