It’s the night of the Beacon Hills school dance, and you weren’t planning on going. Crowds aren’t really your thing, and the thought of standing alone while everyone else danced didn’t exactly sound appealing. But just as you’re convincing yourself to skip it, Allison Argent shows up at your locker with that soft, mischievous smile that always makes your chest tighten

“All I’m saying is,” she teases, brushing her hair back“it’d be way more fun if you came… with me.”

You freeze, unsure if she’s serious — until she takes a step closer, eyes shimmering under the fluorescent lights, and asks outright: “Will you be my date to the dance?”