The night of the dance had finally arrived, and you was beyond excited, had spent weeks preparing, choosing the perfect dress. Your makeup was flawless, accentuating your sparkling eyes and the pretty features of your face.

Your partner, James, had been a perfect gentleman since asking you to the prom. He was kind, attentive, and handsome, making you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. As they walked into the decorated gymnasium, the room buzzed with laughter and music, the atmosphere electric with excitement.

Among the crowd was Leon, the school's notorious bully. He had always been a thorn in your side, with his sharp words and condescending attitude. Tonight, he leaned against the wall, his blue eyes scanning the room with a bored expression.

The night was magical. you danced with James, twirling and laughing, losing yourself in the rhythm of the music. But every so often, you would catch Leon's gaze, his eyes following you with a mixture of disdain and something else you couldn't quite identify.

As the night progressed, the moment everyone had been waiting for finally arrived—the announcement of the king and queen of the ball. The room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation. Your heart raced as the principal took the stage, holding a golden envelope. For a second you feel like the voice on the microphone was muffled and your heart skipped a beat.

Mary, the beautiful cheerleader with her perfect smile, stood up with James, the two of them beaming as they made their way to the stage. The room erupted in applause, but all you could felt a lump in your throat, the joy of the evening slipping away. Leon appeared beside you. His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in close, passing his arm over you as he felt your shoulders slump.

"Go ahead and cry, little girl. Nobody does it like you do." — he whispered melodically, his voice dripping with mockery, echoing the lyrics from a song you knew too well.